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Kitty Pryde (phasinghalfpint) wrote in wariscoming,

Kitty couldn't believe that she had done this. She couldn't believe that this had happened. What had she done? She didn't know that he'd be okay. God, this guy looked extremely bad. There was no way that he was going to make it with a wound like that. There were so few doctors around anymore. there were so few people that were capable of taking care of small wounds now, let alone a gaping gunshot wound. Kitty felt so guilty.

Standing there looking down at the man, tears collected in the young woman's eyes, and she didn't even think, she couldn't think, as she dropped her gun on the ground and leaned down. She wasn't Jo, she sure as hell wasn't Jo. The name was familiar, but nothing was really coming to her at the moment. "No....I'm, I'm not Jo....God what did I do."

Her hands came up to her face and covered it, wiping at the tears that were streaming down without her thinking. Kitty couldn't stay here. Kitty couldn't go back to her own camp. What the hell was she going to do? Where was she going to go? She didn't know the answers to any of her questions. She couldn't stay here, though. "I'm...s-s-so sorry. I'm s-sorry...." Kitty said, her voice thick with guilt and sadness. She couldn't even think as she stood and took off running. Something inside of her had flipped a switch. She couldn't go back to camp. She had to hide. She had to get out of here. Her bag smacked against her back lightly as she ran, too afraid to look back at the horrible thing that she had done.