we're always running scared but holding knives
It's proximity and nothing more that makes Isla aware of what is actually happening, the doctor's eyes widening and her gaze flicking up to the windows, the cameras, every other measure taken to keep an eye on Remi's every last movement. Heaving out a sigh and rising to her feet, it's with quick and efficient steps that she reaches the control panel just outside the door, entering a few hurried instructions.
The blinds descend over the two-way windows, blocking them from view, the lights dim to as close to black as possible, and the sound of heavy rain fills the room. With the door hissing shut on her heels, Isla returns to the wendigo's bedside, having to navigate by shadow. "The cameras are all pointed to the ceiling," she says. "And the rain will cover voices. Do you want me to stay?"
If nothing else, gods, but at least she can give him a tiny piece of privacy.
The blinds descend over the two-way windows, blocking them from view, the lights dim to as close to black as possible, and the sound of heavy rain fills the room. With the door hissing shut on her heels, Isla returns to the wendigo's bedside, having to navigate by shadow. "The cameras are all pointed to the ceiling," she says. "And the rain will cover voices. Do you want me to stay?"
If nothing else, gods, but at least she can give him a tiny piece of privacy.
Isla
