I consider saying thank you, but decide that the effects of whatever I had done was going to wear off soon, so I grab Julia’s hand and drag her off the bus. standing just outside the passenger door I watch the bus driver return to his seat, shaking his head, clearing away the mental fog. “You might want to get those two guys to a hospital, even if they did try to rob you.” The pain of the lie makes me want to vomit, but I don’t want to be connected to this bus.
“Yeah. Good idea. Thanks kid.” He shuts the door and drives off.