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She grunted as she slammed down into the seat, the back of her head hitting against the window.  She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing in her left arm, the limb wrapped tightly in a cast and held up by a sling.  She was ready to just let whatever sleep she can get take her before the sound of shuffling steps made her swollen red eyes.  She grunted, sitting up a bit straighter to give room to the next passenger on the bus, shifting her right shoulder away as they sat down. She looked around, noting other empty seats beside her, releasing a slight snort before glaring at her unwelcomed neighbor.  She parted her lips before notici