The cure

Isla take your medicine "Thank you," Isla murmured automatically in response to the compliment about her medical skills. Her voice sounded small and distant in the operating room in her mind, and she was still trying to coalesce what she was actually seeing. This was more advanced than anything she'd been so lucky to see before... speaking of which, her eyes appeared before them, Isla arching an eyebrow. Questions crackled along her tongue as she watched the Voice work, and at the command she was powerless to resist. Indeed, her eyes shut and opened again of their own accord - and she gasped, stepping back ever so slightly. Everything lay before her like an open storybook, Isla reaching out to trace the bones in her forearm, visible as if they were over her skin instead of within it. "This is... I don't... She laughed, even if she was crying and didn't realise it, glancing to the Voice and bowing her head reverently. "Yes, I see," she said. "I see everything."