Ivy gasped loudly, trying to suck in air. Her arm flew to her gut, cradling her ribs. Everything blacks for a moment as she works past the pain to grab hold of herself. Her hand opened as she lost control of herself after the painful shot, and the gun falls to the ground.<br/><br/>She sucked and gasped again, struggling to re-inflate her diaphragm. Her awareness was stingy, but she was pretty sure Jill had been let free. She hoped Jill had the wherewithal to take cover, grab a weapon, or run. Anything to get her to safety.<br/>