Ivy was checking food in the oven, when Devon calls for her. “I’m right- shit!” She smells the sharp tang of blood, and, without an oven mitt, grabs the tray and shoved it back in the oven. She snatches her medical bag and runs to Devon. She takes Arty from Devon and lays her flat on her back. Ivy checks for breathing. “Sorry about this,” she apologizes to Arty, then slaps her hard across the face. She tears the rest of the top of her dress off so she can clean the wound.