Isla
"As prepared as I can be. I don't like going in blind," she mumbles, voice a little muffled against his chest. "I suppose my upgrade will help as well, so I'll be able to see what I am doing even before I make the first incision..." They make it sound so reasonable, the two of them, and she draws back enough to be able to offer him a self-deprecating smile as he steals her hand for his lips.
"I promise," she vows. "Your brain will never have been in safer hands. I couldn't risk something so brilliant, even for the sake of research." Huffing out a long sigh, she gives his hand a squeeze and guides him back towards the operating theatre. "I can show you around, but we don't have to do it now. It can happen whenever you are most comfortable..."
"I promise," she vows. "Your brain will never have been in safer hands. I couldn't risk something so brilliant, even for the sake of research." Huffing out a long sigh, she gives his hand a squeeze and guides him back towards the operating theatre. "I can show you around, but we don't have to do it now. It can happen whenever you are most comfortable..."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
