Who: Kitty Pryde; Open to Bobby Drake and those in the Medical Lab/Wing When: March 15, 2008; Evening Where: The Medlab/Wing What: Since the end of the battle, after helping with possibly clean-up and cleaning herself up, Kitty's been waiting to hear something on Bobby's state and has been spending most of the late afternoon to the evening to see him. Status: WIP Rating: PG
After it was all said and done, Kitty wasn't sure what to do with herself. After Bobby was injured and she had tagged along with John, things seemed to just happen. Kitty wasn't blessed with abilities that allowed her to stay at a ranged distance. No. She had been up and throwing fists with the horrible creatures that had come to attack the school. She had been careful, though, and most of them, before they died, had ended up being pulled in to the ground to their waists and left there. It had taken a lot out of her, despite the training she had been through in these past years.
She had been happy when she was able to get away from everyone else and settle in the shower for a good thirty minutes. The hot water was working to relax her muscles and the dirt and grime ran off and down the drain mixed with the soapy suds having a faint citrus scent.
Feeling somewhat better and having changed, Kitty had settled just outside the medical lab in the medical wing. Seated on the floor with her knees drawn to her chest, she simply waited. She knew she couldn't go inside in case they were still working on Bobby and she didn't want to pester anyone so that they'd actually let her inside if he was recovering. Sure, she could have just stuck her head through a few walls to find him, but they had had enough problems in the past hours that they didn't need someone breaking the rules.
As she sat there, she leaned her head back against the wall and sighed. She wished she had brought a book with her to, at least, try and past the time waiting by quicker than it seemed to be going.