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Kitty Pryde ([info]_kitzilla_) wrote in [info]tensor,
@ 2011-05-25 00:22:00

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Entry tags:bobby_drake, kitty_pryde, sam_guthrie

Sam and Bobby - Tues. Afternoon
Kitty wasn't aware of much beyond a slow, steady beeping and a dull pain that seemed to be intensifying slightly as other familiar sounds came into focus. She had a few, very fuzzy, memories of assorted faces hovering over her. Her parents, a SHIELD agent, doctors, friends... none of it really fit into a timeline that she could put together in her mind, though. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking away the blurriness. It didn't take a lot to figure out that she was in a hospital of some sort, and she turned her head slightly, letting out a whimper as the pain in her jaw spiked. She sucked in a breath then clenched her eyes shut again as another sudden twinge in her torso. Well, at least it was pretty obvious that she wasn't dead. That was something.



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[info]_kitzilla_
2011-06-02 05:48 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks," she rolled her eyes at Sam, giving him a small smile and nodding another thanks as he headed off to look for someone with drugs.

When Bobby put his hands against her cheeks, she closed her eyes, laughing a little bit at the jab. Opening an eye to see what she was doing, she wrote, "Maybe I'll keep the look then."

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