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    Broken, Ch. 6

    Try lifting up, Dana instructed.

    Shane did so, and the door opened easily. Wheeling Dana inside, she smiled when her friend said, Its so good to be home.

    Im sure it is, Shane agreed, shutting and locking the door behind them as Mr. P bounded over to them excitedly.

    With a meow, he leapt into his owners lap. Dana laughed happily and cradled the cat in her arms, burying her face into his fur. Oh, Mommy missed you so much, baby.

    Alice took good care of him, Shane assured Dana.

    Im glad, Dana said quietly, stroking his soft fur.

    So, where to? Shane asked.

    Um, to the kitchen, Dana told her, letting Mr. P go as he hopped off her lap. But I can do it.

    Shane let Dana wheel herself along, watching her thin but muscular arms strain as she wheeled herself across the house until she reached the kitchen. Dana nearly crashed into the refrigerator. Oops, I guess Im going to have to work on stopping this thing. Pulling the door open, she clucked her tongue and shook her head. Just as I thought.

    What? Shane asked curiously, standing in the doorway and watching as Mr. P batted crazily at one of the tennis balls hanging off the back of Danas wheelchair.

    Check that cabinet over there, and Ill tell you for sure, Dana instructed, pointing.

    Shane trotted across the kitchen and opened the cabinet, stepping aside to let Dana scrutinize its contents.

    Mmm-hmmm, just as I thought, Dana muttered.

    What? Shane repeated.

    I need groceries, Dana stated, pushing the refrigerator door shut and struggling to turn her wheelchair around. Mr. P let out a hiss and jumped back as one of the tennis balls swung around and bopped him on the rear.

    Oh, okay. Well, were youre ready, just tell me, and well load you back up in the truck, Shane said, already noticing Dana shaking her head, which gave her an uneasy feeling about what would happen next.

    No, if its okay with you. Id rather just make out a list and you can go. I think Id like to take a nap, Dana replied, wheeling herself over to the counter and pulling open a drawer, removing a pad of paper and a pen.

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    Comments

    1. Great to see you´re back. Can hardly wait to see the continuation of this story. hopefully everything will eventually be okay for our dear Dana. Right now she´s learning a lesson I too have learned: what doesn´t kill will only make you so much stronger..and finally let you know who you can consider as your true friends

    2. OMG FINALLY. I had lost hope but ur BACK. I’m really excited to know what’ll happen next. So, this seems to be going towards Shane/Dana rather than Danish, right? Either’s fine, more than fine actually. I’ll be waiting, take ur time, this is worth it :)

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