Originally Posted by
Tami
It took until the end of the Grandfather Clock's chimes before Jinny's eyes began to open. Even then all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. Finally, slowly, sitting upright, she looked around at the unfamiliar room, still groggy. After a few moments, she considered herself. She then realized that she has no clear memory of how she got into bed. Her last certain memory was of collapsing next to Jamie, or was that just a nightmare? Everything else was shaded by a fog caused, she assumed, by exhaustion.
Looking at herself, she realized that her shoes were on the floor next to the bed, but that she was still fully clothed otherwise. Obviously, she had slept that way.
Standing upright, she walked over to a mirror in the room. Her hair, no longer tied back, was disheveled, long strands flying away, vying for a chance to cover her face and obscure her sight.
Using a hand to brush the strands aside, she quickly realized that her face was back to normal, touching it with her hand and moving her mouth as if needing proof that this was real. That's when she also realized that she was using her left arm, that it was no longer bound to a sling and no longer in pain.
Carefully holding her left hand out, she tested it by moving it slowly back and forth. She was sure that the doctor at the hospital had said that it would take at least a week to heal.
Glancing to one side, she noticed a doorway that was open. Walking over to it, she looked inside and found a small, attached washroom, complete with a shower. Looking around, she found her travel bag on a chair in one corner of the room, though her suitcase with all of her clothes had been lost on the bus ride here.
Still, the least she deserved was a good shower. Making sure that she had privacy, Jinny took off her clothes and laid them aside. Entering the washroom, she spent about fifteen minutes enjoying the feel of warm water and soap. Finally feeling awake, she returned to the bedroom, dried off, and opened her travel bag. Inside were many things she had packed separate from the clothes in her suitcase, though she did include an emergency change of underwear.
Once dressed, she pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her long, dark hair until it was tamed to her liking. She then considered her face, debating using makeup or not. Returning to her travel bag, she pulled out a small makeup kit. Using a light touch and keeping it natural, she applied only a minimal amount of makeup and just a hint of eyeshadow.
When she was done, she put everything away and set the travel bag back on the chair. Then she checked herself out once more in the mirror, having decided to let her hair hang long and unbound. With that, she headed out into the corridor, and back down to the dining room. As she walked, she noticed the others as well but was not yet ready to be social so she kept quiet, kept to herself.