A/N: Still procrastinating.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.
Isobel scrawls these instructions in tiny print on the inside of her wrist, because she fears that she'll continue tamping the stale air in her lungs if she's not reminded to let it out. She knows it's selfish, the way she's behaving, since it is her friend's day. But still, she finds it hard to look at Cristina without feeling ill.
Because Cristina whines about it, as if this is something she has to endure. She doesn't get it.
Isobel gets it, and yet she's not the one walking down the aisle.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.
A/N: This one was hard to edit and I'm unhappy with it. Hmph.