we're always running scared but holding knives
For a second Isla is left wondering whether the tone of Remi's voice indicates an optimistic slant or a question, and she's about to make the wrong decision when he seems as if he's about to fall the fuck unconscious (unheard of for a wendigo, OK). So Remi is saved not by the bell, but by his own low blood pressure, and Isla rises smoothly to her feet. "Perhaps later," she says softly, already heading out of the room to collect medicine and equipment.
Thanks to the very recent meeting re-establishing her as head of the project, she's able to give orders and explanations to interns and HermerSchermer alike, and when she returns, it's alone. Well, alone plus some monitoring equipment and some pure O-Negative to flood Remi's veins. "Hey," she greets him softly as she goes to set up all the equipment. "I've got some adrenaline - with the way your body burns through medicine, I doubt it will last for long, but it might kickstart you for a little bit."
Thanks to the very recent meeting re-establishing her as head of the project, she's able to give orders and explanations to interns and HermerSchermer alike, and when she returns, it's alone. Well, alone plus some monitoring equipment and some pure O-Negative to flood Remi's veins. "Hey," she greets him softly as she goes to set up all the equipment. "I've got some adrenaline - with the way your body burns through medicine, I doubt it will last for long, but it might kickstart you for a little bit."
Isla
