She wouldn't have gone after Molly if the magic discharge hadn't set off her senses, and even though Molly knew more about it than anyone, May didn't doubt that she might be in danger too.
May raced down the corridor, the purple sticky crap falling off as she went. As she threw open to the west wing, the air suddenly came alive with energy. She ignored the flicker of danger, not noticing that all the purple stuff remaining crumbled into dust as she came around the corner to see Molly passed out on the floor, out cold.
She knelt down beside the other girl, checking her vital signs. Pulse was steady, breathing was good. Actually, Molly looked a lot better than she had earlier, but she was still nonresponsive. As May checked the other woman's vitals, she noticed that the hair had fallen back from one ear. She blinked in surprise at the pointed ear, suddenly remembering Molly's tendency to always pat at her hair and keep it around her face. Even when it seemed to be getting in the way, she'd never pulled it back.
May gently brushed a lock of Molly's hair back over the other girl's ear as she heard footsteps in the hall behind her.
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[Mayday] Oh crap, continued... (tag open)
Date: 2006-08-26 04:17 pm (UTC)May raced down the corridor, the purple sticky crap falling off as she went. As she threw open to the west wing, the air suddenly came alive with energy. She ignored the flicker of danger, not noticing that all the purple stuff remaining crumbled into dust as she came around the corner to see Molly passed out on the floor, out cold.
She knelt down beside the other girl, checking her vital signs. Pulse was steady, breathing was good. Actually, Molly looked a lot better than she had earlier, but she was still nonresponsive. As May checked the other woman's vitals, she noticed that the hair had fallen back from one ear. She blinked in surprise at the pointed ear, suddenly remembering Molly's tendency to always pat at her hair and keep it around her face. Even when it seemed to be getting in the way, she'd never pulled it back.
May gently brushed a lock of Molly's hair back over the other girl's ear as she heard footsteps in the hall behind her.