we're always running scared but holding knives
"Oh, I have no doubt that the entire complex will still have you painted as even more of a danger and a pariah than you already are," Isla says gently, as if they were both well aware of that fact. "But whatever the Hunters think of you, down here in this hospital, the evidence is still evidence. They can't find excuses to hurt you, not with footage like that."
Maybe she can't persuade the rest of the building that the whole point of Project W is the man and not the wendigo, but she can still do better. And Isla could do a lot better by Remi, if this evening is any indication whatsoever. Straightening up after cleaning his face (ish), Isla collects a towel - it has fabric softener, wouldn't you believe it - so she can dry him off.
"You're welcome, Remi," she replies, gazing down at his restraints and resisting the urge to take his hand. Instead, she folds the towel and returns to the cleaning station. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "Well enough to sit up?"
Maybe she can't persuade the rest of the building that the whole point of Project W is the man and not the wendigo, but she can still do better. And Isla could do a lot better by Remi, if this evening is any indication whatsoever. Straightening up after cleaning his face (ish), Isla collects a towel - it has fabric softener, wouldn't you believe it - so she can dry him off.
"You're welcome, Remi," she replies, gazing down at his restraints and resisting the urge to take his hand. Instead, she folds the towel and returns to the cleaning station. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "Well enough to sit up?"
Isla
