Vida woke up form her comas like sleep with two purring cats on her back. One had the nerve to keep touching her face with it's paw over and over even though she had been swatting it. "I'm up!" she groaned and rolled over knocking the two cats off of her. It didn't really seem to bother them as her old cat, Co-co Bear, made his way to head butt her 'good morning'. Her younger cat Baby sat just out of hands reach meowing over and over again until Vida had to sit up and pet her. After the cats had both had enough she pressed her phone to see what time it was. Noon.. a whole hour before she had to be awake. "Great. I guess this means I have to play with you guys, right?"

She threw the covers off of herself and looked down to her ruffled clothes. She groaned again and took a wiff of what she was wearing. "Gross" She stated as she peeled off the layers and made her way to the bathroom, of course followed by her loveable minions. After her shower and a game of shoot the cat with a water gun she got out of the shower. Making her way around the mess of an apartment she picked up random articles of clothing and sniffed them to see which ones were clean enough to be worn. Picking out a pair of jeans and a shirt that had a small stain at the bottom she put them on. No one really cared what she looked like. She was going to wear a uniform later any way. Feeding herself and her cats she left her apartment for her shift at the restaurant. "I guess this means I have to apologize for yesterday and work twice as hard."

She made a run for the bus hoping to catch an earlier one so that she could show up to work early. Nothing made a boss happier than a punctual employee. She made it in time for the early bus, thank goodness. Everything was going perfect. She was on time, she was clean, she forgot to brush her teeth. "Crap.." She mumbled to herself. Though brushing her teeth was the least of her worries when the bus decided it wanted to be part FedEx. FedEx, now delivering your mail and people. She was sent into one of the railings followed by a few other people that pressed her hard into it. She thought she heard a snap, but she was sure it had to be the breaks or something. 

Everything was chaos after that as people were asking if everyone was fine. Some of the people were bleeding others holding limbs that had been hurt. She heard someone calling an ambulance and people outside yelling to us inside. Pushing on the people that were on her she noticed a man opening the doors to the bus. "Good." She said to herself. She didn't have time for this. She was going to be late for her shift if this kept up. Crawling over a couple of people she ignored the names they called her as she exited the bus. Making a break for it before someone tried to stop her she bolted down the street in the direction of her job. 

Luckily during the wreck her face wasn't injured and she could still work. Steadily throughout her shift though she could feel a headache coming along with a pain on her side. When she had changed her clothes she noticed a bruise on her ribs, but had dismissed it since work was more important. She waited on all her tables throughout the pain and the splitting headache. After her shift she changed back into her street clothes. While she was changing one of the other waitresses spotted the bruise on her side.

"Oh my god!" She announced loudly. "Girl, are you ok?" Vida didn't acknowledge that she was talking to her until the girl grabbed her shoulder. "What's your name... Vianna?"

Vida looked at the girl confused and a bit shocked she was talking to her. "No." She said bluntly. "I am not a mini sausage. My name is Vida."

"Whatever." The girl spat back at her. "What is up with your side?" She sounded less concerned now. 

Vida looked at her side as the bruise that had gotten much worse. "Nothing. Got into an accident."

"Did a bus hit you or something?" 

"Well..." Vida hesitated. "In a way."

The conversation ended with the girl has Vida abruptly left the changing room to leave. Somehow Vida made it all the way back to her apartment without passing out from the pain. She was sure now that she had broke something, but she didn't have the money to afford the medical bill. Making her way into her apartment she got a far as closing the door before she passed out on the floor. So much for her good day..