Please, Don't Be The End

Sam nodded and let Isla take Remi. She was the only person he would trust enough to do so, her calm nature landing her next to Jigano in his mind for figures of stability and authority. He knew Remi's condition was serious but the word 'surgery' still made him close his eyes tight shut in a moment of panic. "..M-maybe if you ask..H-he might...be a human again. Maybe." Sam suggested. He had told Remi to transform into something smaller to be carried and it had worked. He didn't know if the Attuned was conscious enough to hear Isla, but it was worth a try. "Tr-treat him first. I can...heal. B-because I'm Ascended. It just hurts first. Now. C-can I come with you? I don't want t-to..." Miss Remi dying sounded awful, but it was about what he meant. He tried to get up to his feet to follow but his legs gave out and he slammed back down into the chair. With a exasperated noise of pain and exhaustion he sunk down and put his head in his hands. SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?