Log; Ongoing

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When; Dec. 16th, evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (kittyjones), Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)
Summary; Kitty goes to address Bartimaeus about the gift Morpheus gave her.
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Kitty had been debating how to do this for a long time. A very long time. An amount of time that was entirely justified, she felt, by what she was going to have to do. Bartimaeus was... well, he was dying. And she'd managed to find a cure. Well, not a cure. More like a... temporary delay in the death process. But it would help, she knew.

Only problem was, how was she going to explain to him how she received it? And how... how was she going to give it to him? She paced up and down inside her flat, each time getting a little closer to her friend's bedroom door before turning away, her hand once just touching the knob before flying off like it was red-hot. She had to do this. But it was...

"Sod it." And with that highly reassuring speech, she went for the door one last time, knocking before opening it a tad. "Bartimaeus? Are you... I have something I have to..." In a rather unspectacular fashion she trailed off, not really sure what to say.

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Bartimaeus was alarmed as Kitty wavered and fell forward onto him, thankfully with his strength she didn't knock him over. If it had been the true Ptolemy he would have been flattened.

"It's fine... you did well, Kitty." He said softly, petting her hair lightly as he eased her down on the bed. "Just lie down for a while, alright? I'll try and make you some tea using the mirco-thingy."

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Though her vision had all but faded into murky grey and her eyes were beginning to slip shut, she could still feel him moving her, was aware of the bed suddenly against her back. Her body was completely thrown by the previous process – the energy that had been there was now gone and without it she felt more than a little hollow, and the method of transferring it had been draining to say the least. "S'fine, s'good, I'm fine, just a bit... tired..."

Another of his words filtered through, and her face creased into a little frown, "No... y'don't... not with the microwave... tea... not... wrong..." She dimly waved her hand as though hoping that would explain everything.

With great effort she forced her eyes open a crack, reaching out towards him with one unsteady hand, trying to find his own to hold on to. "Bartimaeus, I'm so glad you're... you're..."

But it was too much, she was too tired. Her hand sank down onto the bed, as her lids closed once more, her head tilting to one side as she slipped into a deep sleep, completely oblivious to the rest of world, let alone the demon now at full strength who sat just inches away from her on the bed.