22nd September
I guess I could have taken many routes from that point. I could have just left her there, and I probably would have done that, if I hadn't noticed the blood on her neck fur. She had a few bite marks on her neck which made me worry. I thought I could at least get a doctor to check her.

As the bus stopped, I carefully took her into my arms and carried her into the vehicle. The bus driver looked at me, before pointing out that I have to pay additional fee for traveling with an animal. He actually pointed at the sticker with the fees and the little creature in my arms tried to grab his hand as she saw it moving. I was warned that if I got caught with my pet without a leash I'd have to pay a fine. 

I knew that it was better not to get caught, so my first thought was to get a collar, so I wouldn't look too suspicious. There I was, thinking like some sort of a smuggler. I took my belt and put it around her neck. It was way too big, easily coming off without even unbuckling it, but it was better than nothing.

She was sitting rather calmly in my lap, looking around and trying to touch everything. She was especially interested in the window, as she kept poking at it, seeming confused how she can see far, but couldn't move her hands outside the confines of the bus. As I put the belt around her neck, she looked at it, then started sniffing it. It seemed that she didn't really like the smell of it or maybe she didn't like the belt at all, but she didn't try to take it off.

It was dark when we got off the bus. I wrapped a blanket around her to keep her warm, but she didn't like that either. She started fussing, pawing and kicking at the blanket, so I had to take it off. She spurted out of my arms and quickly ran towards the bushes next to the sidewalk. I quickly followed her nervous that she might run away. She surprised me when she jumped out of the bush and reached her arms up to me, clearly asking to be picked up again. When I was picking her up, I heard a "yip" from somewhere close and noticed her ears moving as she turned her head towards the direction the sound came. It was a little black furr standing on the other side of the road. It was about one meter tall and had a pair of white shorts and a white collar on its neck. I was looking at it in surprise, before I noticed a person standing nearby, holding a chain leash. As I finally picked the girl up, she yipped back at the furr. The person on the other side of the street gave us a little wave, to which I replied waving too. It seems that I just didn't notice these furry creatures before. After the two furrs exchange some yipping, the person attached the leash to his pet and continued on their way.

When I got home with my little guest, she jumped out of my arms again and started running around the room, sniffing and looking over everything around. There wasn't much to look, since it's just a one room apartment, but she seemed very interested in the place under the couch, attempting to reach something under it. Finally she managed to pull it out with her tail after a bit of work. It was a glass marble and when she had it in her paws she started to roll it around the small apartment, chasing it. It was really amusing to watch her being so excited over a such little thing. While playing, the collar fell off and she seemed to be even more happy without it. 

While she was playing, I spent my time browsing and searching for a child clinic that I could take her to. Found one pretty close and it didn't require to have an appointment if it was just a consultation, which I thought would do. 

I managed to catch her when she was running around to check on those bite marks again. She was fussing in my lap, not wanting to sit calm, but it changed when I handed her that marble. There were many bite marks on her neck and shoulder, only a pair looked fresh while the other where already healing. Overall I came to a conclusion that a visit to a doctor won't hurt, also a bath won't hurt her either.

I was expecting her to freak out like a cat when I turn on the shower, but instead she lifted her arms up, trying to grasp at the shower head. She accepted the showering as a game probably, though she wasn't very satisfied with the smell of my showering gel. 

After fully drying her up with a towel (which was a challenge with all her fur) I set her on a soft chair, giving her as much if pillows as it could hold. At first she sniffed at them, before burying herself under the pile.

I stayed up for an hour after she seemed to fall asleep. I slept light, worrying that I might need to be awake for her.