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    Broken, Ch. 7

    Story written on October 12, 2005 by Foxfire.
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    Shane and Alice go…grocery shopping? Dana discovers that trying to be independent might not be so easy.

     

    Resolutely, she paused a moment to gather her strength and try again.  This time, using her arms, she managed to lift herself and start working her way into the wheelchair.  Yes, you almost got it.  Almost there.  Then her shaking upper arms failed her and she lost her balance, falling to the floor with a thud.

     

    Humiliation and frustration washed over Dana as she lay helplessly on her back on the floor, unable to get up.

     

    My life is over.


     

     

    Shane walked clumsily into the front door, keys dangling precariously from her fingertips, her arms full of grocery bags.  “Honey, I’m home!” she called jokingly.  “And I brought Chinese for dinner!”

     

    Hearing a sudden loud thump, Shane froze.  Practically dropping the bags and food, she sprinted toward Dana’s bedroom, finding Dana lying on the floor in tears, unable to get up.  “Oh my God!  Dana, are you okay?”  She pulled Dana up and into her arms.

     

    Dana buried her face into Shane’s shoulder.  “Oh, Shane, it was horrible.  I was trying to get in my wheelchair and I fell.  I couldn’t get up!” she sobbed, remembering the lonely feeling of lying on the floor and unable to get up on her own.

     

    Shane gently rubbed Dana’s back.  “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie.  I’m here now, and you’re going to learn how to do things so that it never happens again.”

     

    Dana pulled back and looked at her.  “Promise?” she asked, voice shaky.

     

    Smiling, Shane wiped a tear from Dana’s face.  “Promise.”


     

     

    “This is really good, Shane.  Thanks for picking this up,” Dana said, noisily sucking a noodle into her mouth through pursed lips.

     

    “I made it myself,” Shane joked, taking a bit of sweet and sour chicken.  Something brushed up against her feet.  Looking under the table, she saw Mr. Piddles winding through her legs, purring loudly.

     

    “It was really nice of you to get stuff that you knew I could get,” Dana added, quietly pleased that Shane had remembered she could only eat certain things until she went to the dentist.

     

    “Yeah, well,” Shane said, feeling a blush threaten her cheeks.

     

    “You could share, you know,” Dana commented, taking a sip from a bottled water.

     

    Shane glanced at her.  “Isn’t your food okay?  You want some of mine?” she asked, confused.

     

    Dana laughed.  “No, not with me.  With Mr. P.”

     

    Shane stared at her incredulously.  “Dana, I don’t know if you realize this, but Mr. P is a cat.”

     

    “He’s not just any cat, Shane.  He’s my Mr. Piddles, international cat of mystery.  Besides, he’s hungry, too.  C’mon, Shane, he loves Chinese,” Dana begged, pouting.

     

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    1. been waiting for this update….it was a great one. Loved that Alice took the cookies from the old lady, totally unexpected and hilarious!!! Love that Shane is there for Dana…soo sweet. Poor Dana…she just can’t give up!! Keep this story up…I enjoy it!

    2. hi fox– i just found this story this morning and have had done nothing but catch up since going back to chapter one. first- the car crash discription was amazing. i was ill reading it, for You, for Dana (i had fairly sure it was Dana because you have mentioned she’s your favorite character and you have put her thru more, so i had unfair info)….anyway- amazing telling of a horrific event. the teeth killed me. Dana’s depression and on going process of ‘come on, really? is this REALLY happening to me?’ is captured really well, along with her very Dana attempts to be polite about the whole anger thing. : ) don’t give up on this story.

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