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The White House
The Private Residency of the President
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW,
District Of Columbia
Bette walked into the residency she was walking slow today, she was in more pain than usual. Tina was waiting for her as she was late. It had been three weeks since her therapy had started with Tina.
“I’m sorry I’m late,”
“Madam President it’s fine,” Tina smiled.
Bette felt her heart racing. She made herself comfortable on the sofa and let her cane drop beside her. she released she didn’t have a drink, she moved to get up again.
“Are you okay?”
“I need some water for my medication,” Bette said softly.
“Stay there I will get it,”
“Please, let me,” Tina got up and went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water for the President before passing it to her.
“Thank you, you really didn’t have too,” Bette said.
“I did, how has your day been?”
“Busy, I’ve been in the Sit room for most of it,”
Tina nodded knowing she couldn’t ask why.
“Are you ready for this?”
“As ready as I can be,” Bette replied.
Tina nodded. She opened her iPad and Bette’s folder. She put her password in and open the document.
“Okay, tell me about your injuries?”
“How will that help me?”
“Please, just tell me,” Tina said sternly.
Bette wanted to laugh the only other people who spoke to her in this way was Kit and James. Bette didn’t understand how the hell this was supposed to help and frankly she’d had a crap day and didn’t want this but she knew if she didn’t carry on there was a chance the party would say she was unfit for office and try and remove her. she took a deep breath,
“I’ve got damage to my spine and legs.” She said.
“Tell about being in hospital?” Tina was changing tacked knowing that Bette wasn’t as willing to talk.
“I woke up and Kit told me my wife was dead. I blamed myself. I was in pain. I wouldn’t take the pain medication until I’d signed my powers legally over to the VP.” Bette was cold, her voice was cold. “I didn’t understand what was happening. I was then told that I’d need surgery on my spine as their were nuts and bolts from the bomb in my spine. There still are. They couldn’t remove them all. I was told at one point I might never walk again. I’m lucky I do now. I’m scarred for life. My wife is dead and I’m lucky I can walk, does that answer you questions?” Bette bit out. she rubbed her forehead.