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"Keep pushing yourself like that and all you'll get for your effort is a broken leg."
Wendy snorted. "What's the worst that could happen - I end up in a wheelchair?"
Barbara forced back a sigh. "No, but it certainly wouldn't improve your chances of being approved for a Rewalk."
Wendy's only response was to move her arms faster. Considering she'd been on the parallel bars for almost four hours straight, it was a miracle that they hadn't fallen off.
"At least stop for a snack," Barbara continued. "You must be starving."
"I had a big breakfast."
"Leslie won't be pleased when she hears you haven't been eating."
"You know, Gordon, sometimes I think you want me to hate you."
For all their arguments, it wasn't as if Barbara could fault her for getting nowhere. Not even a month before could Wendy have transferred herself so quickly and easily to her chair. Give her another month and even that might not seem like much of an accomplishment.
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