Date: 2012-03-08 05:05 pm (UTC)
[When things started happening, Kitty had run.

She hadn't meant to, hadn't wanted to, not really, but she didn't know what else to do. Muses don't have any advantage in a fight. Inspiration can't do much to help a battle along.

Now, with guilt churning in her stomach and her hands shaking, she slinks back to the scene of her desertion, to see if she can at least help clean up after. And that's when she sees Ira, lying there, and even from a distance, clearly not all right.

Kitty crouches down besides her, biting her lip and reaching out to take hold of Ira's hand.]
Ira. Come on, let's get you somewhere somebody can take a look at you. Can you get up, honey?
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