I didnt, Dana replied stiffly.

The nurse struggled to keep a straight face as she asked who would be staying with Dana, and then handed Shane a copy of Danas care instructions.

Lets get out of here before I kill one of you, Dana muttered as Bette and the nurse began helping get her out of the bed and sitting upright in the wheelchair.

And with that, the little group was off, an overly cheerful Alice chattering away as she pushed the complaining Dana in her wheelchair, tennis balls bouncing annoying along the linoleum behind them.

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Dana shifted uncomfortably, finally sitting her arm on the inside of the door of Shanes truck. Watching as Shane backed out of the parking space, she muttered, Why couldnt just one of you have a normal car? Is that too much to ask for?

Whats wrong with my truck? Shane demanded indignantly, throwing on her left turn signal at the parking garage exit.

I dont know. Its just cramped or something, I guess, Dana replied, casting a look behind her at the wheelchair strapped down to the bed of the truck. Besides, we had to put the wheelchair back there, so people can see it.

Shane glanced over at her. Whats wrong with that?

Dana simply shrugged and looked out the window. Then people know, she murmured a moment later, still looking out the window.

Running a hand through her hair, Shane said, Dane, theres nothing wrong if people see the wheelchair and know you need it. It doesnt make you weak or any less of a person. Its nothing to be ashamed of. ***** happens. You just need to-

She was interrupted as Dana said, I guess your truck is better than Alices Mini. Jesus, you can barely fit your purse in that thing.

Shane sighed at the abrupt change in conversation, but then allowed herself to chuckle. Thats why its called a Mini, Dana. Easing to a stop at the red light, she turned to Dana and asked, Okay, so what about Bettes Saab?

Well, first of all, Tina never drives her own car, so shes like a permanent feature of the Saabs front seat. And then theres the fact that it doesnt have much room in the back, either, Dana told her, idly running a hand through her knotted hair. Damn, I need a shower.