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    Through Struggle – (Chapter: Chapter 2 "Getting Started")

    The Doctor came back into my room after what had must of been 20min, I felt so out of breath and my knees were giving up on me from the weakness making it’s way from my feet through every inch of my body.

    "So I was right about you being out of shape I’m guessing?" She said giggline as she came closer to get my pulse rate.

    "What…do…you…think?" I said between getting back my composure.

    "It’s normal Miss Davies, you did just end up here yesterday it’s not your fault" She told me and I smiled.

    "Just watch me, pretty soon I’ll be running circles around you" I told her winking.

    "So the rest of the day we’ll be doing some test and be giving you a schedual from now on" She said sitting down.

    "What kind of schedual?" I asked her.

    "Well all of the patients here at ‘Dr. Dennison’s Female Rehab Center’ haft to join a sport, we have alot to choose from and we have a day schedual for breakfest, lunch, and dinner and so on…" She said. "So what sport would you like to sign up for while you’re here?" She asked me.

    "Hmm, how about baseball?" I asked her since I always had a weird interest for the game.

    "Sounds good, with every sport comes a coach, Dr. Swanson is incharge of baseball" She said while looking at her clip board again, I wonder what she has on that thing? "We finaly have a therapist for you to Ashley" She added looking back up at me.

    "May I know who?" I asked her.

    "We’re not sure of who, but she is a top therapist here in Los Angeles I hear" She answered me.

    "Oh great, one of those kind…" I mumbled.

    "So I’ll get your gym clothes for baseball, each sport has a different color of uniform" She said getting up.

    "Please be something that suits me" I told her.

    "I believe their color is pink" Wait what…? Pink! Ew hell no! No Ashley Davies is wearing a pink gym uniform, you can burry that idea.

    "Gross!" I said sticking a finger down my throat pretending to gag for effect.

    "It’s all they have Miss Davies, enless you want to change sports?" She asked me.

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