Gilly, begrudgingly, was taking the bus today too. Her car was still out of commission and J needed hers today for some errands and a doctor's appointment. She was going to hop a ride with someone but had woken up late (late for Gilly anyway) for once and was now completely groggy and standing in what felt like the longest line ever in the Mocha even if there were only three people in front of her. Her arms were still wrapped up as she'd had to reapply that ointment stuff to her burns daily and keep them covered and there was still a small piece of gauze taped over the stitches because they were super unsightly and keeping them covered would help block out the sun and hopefully make scarring less. Her seatbelt bruises were mostly covered by her clothes but some of the chest one was poking out of the collar of her t-shirt and zip up hoodie. T
he bruising on her face was mostly faded. Regardless of all of the healing process stuff, she was really tired of feeling achy. At least it was cold enough for long sleeves still so she could wear her hoodie and cover most of her arms and all. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh, wondering if the line was ever going to move and if she could go back to bed if she missed the bus.