Quality of Life

ISLA physician, heal thyself Watching Sam was like watching a child explore the world for the first time, and Isla could only stand by and grin at how much pleasure he seemed to be getting from the experience. At his request she nodded, heading to the door. "I'll see what I can find for you. Wait right here," she told him, swiftly departing from the treatment room. Within a few short minutes Isla had managed to get hold of some hot, sweet tea, some peppermint bark and a few snowdrops that had been in a vase on one of the window sills. "Will this be alright?" she asked. "And you don't feel anything... off, or strange?" To have the patch work without any negatives was better than even Isla could imagine.