When Izzy had been the lucky lady from medical services assigned to Citizen Improvement she hadn't quite realized that it would actually turn out to be sort of fun. Then again, she's usually one to deal with dead bodies not live ones. However, she knows anatomy. She knows first aid. In theory, if push came to shove, she could do more than stand there uselessly. The fact of the matter is, though, that as a shadowhunter there hadn't been a need for Dr. Izzy to patch people up. Healing runes go further, after all. And back home....she and those that she knows are made of tougher stuff. Plus, her brother is dating a warlock.
She likes the mystery of figuring out pathology, how someone died, and all of that. Izzy's not heartless, though. The opposite in fact. That might be why a part of her has had Lydia on the brain throughout most of her day after what she dreamed. It definitely didn't feel like a dream, more like a nightmare; the insight into the helpful redhead isn't exactly something she was searching for, especially like that. So, she is glad that she, ultimately, that she was able to help others even if it was mainly via answering the more in-depth medical questions and via tutorial...basically. It still let her focus on something else other than Lydia's confusingly frustrating abilities as a banshee and the hell that being that put her through on a semi-regular basis before this place....not to mention the screams. Plus, wrapping Clint up like a mummy (figuratively speaking) and using him as a prop was definitely something that she couldn't help but get a kick out of; it made for a great distraction.
Back in their shared room now, Izzy's going about her routine. She can't help but pause, though, even though it's pretty damn close to time to hit the sack. "You make a pretty good mummy, Clint." The grin on her mouth forms, despite everything that the shadowhunter has on her mind. "You happy with he turn out and how it went?" Maybe Izzy's prolonging the inevitable. Maybe she's just trying to bond and get along with her roommate. She can't decide which as she makes her way toward their 'cheerful' orange curtains and peeks out the window, a number of things running through her mind.
evening
She likes the mystery of figuring out pathology, how someone died, and all of that. Izzy's not heartless, though. The opposite in fact. That might be why a part of her has had Lydia on the brain throughout most of her day after what she dreamed. It definitely didn't feel like a dream, more like a nightmare; the insight into the helpful redhead isn't exactly something she was searching for, especially like that. So, she is glad that she, ultimately, that she was able to help others even if it was mainly via answering the more in-depth medical questions and via tutorial...basically. It still let her focus on something else other than Lydia's confusingly frustrating abilities as a banshee and the hell that being that put her through on a semi-regular basis before this place....not to mention the screams. Plus, wrapping Clint up like a mummy (figuratively speaking) and using him as a prop was definitely something that she couldn't help but get a kick out of; it made for a great distraction.
Back in their shared room now, Izzy's going about her routine. She can't help but pause, though, even though it's pretty damn close to time to hit the sack. "You make a pretty good mummy, Clint." The grin on her mouth forms, despite everything that the shadowhunter has on her mind. "You happy with he turn out and how it went?" Maybe Izzy's prolonging the inevitable. Maybe she's just trying to bond and get along with her roommate. She can't decide which as she makes her way toward their 'cheerful' orange curtains and peeks out the window, a number of things running through her mind.