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Log; Complete
When; Nov. 24th
Rating; PG
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones), Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)
Summary; Upon hearing the news that her friend is sick, Kitty races back to the flat to help him.
Log;
Kitty had been outside Building 7, trying to shoo away the group of turkeys that was slowly amassing round the front entrance. She had been worried they were about to launch some sort of assault on the property. But that was the least of her worries at the moment. She burst back into her flat, slightly out of breath, a feather from one of the birds stuck on her coat. Bartimaeus was sick. Bartimaeus was really sick by the sound of it.
Spirits weren't supposed to get sick.
"What's the matter? Are you..." And now she could see he looked sick too. He had taken to lying on the sofa rather than using a proper bed, so it wasn't an unusual sight to see him reclining there, as he was now. But then, he wasn't exactly reclining. He was more... slumping.
She was by him in an instant, crouching on the floor so they could speak at the same level. "Please, what can I do?"
Rating; PG
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones), Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)Summary; Upon hearing the news that her friend is sick, Kitty races back to the flat to help him.
Log;
Kitty had been outside Building 7, trying to shoo away the group of turkeys that was slowly amassing round the front entrance. She had been worried they were about to launch some sort of assault on the property. But that was the least of her worries at the moment. She burst back into her flat, slightly out of breath, a feather from one of the birds stuck on her coat. Bartimaeus was sick. Bartimaeus was really sick by the sound of it.
Spirits weren't supposed to get sick.
"What's the matter? Are you..." And now she could see he looked sick too. He had taken to lying on the sofa rather than using a proper bed, so it wasn't an unusual sight to see him reclining there, as he was now. But then, he wasn't exactly reclining. He was more... slumping.
She was by him in an instant, crouching on the floor so they could speak at the same level. "Please, what can I do?"