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ARTIST'S NOTE: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE DURING THE TWO-MONTH GAP BETWEEN PART 2 AND PART 3 OF 'THE ACCIDENT'

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Claire: "So, how 'ya holding up, Heather? Need a quick break?"

Heather: *huff*..."Yeah....that sounds...pretty good...right about now...*huff*...is...is getting around on crutches...always this exhausting?"

Claire: "Nah, not really...but I doubt your body's completely recovered from being in the hospital for a few weeks, so I'm sure it'll get easier for you as time goes on and you start getting your strength back...plus, the more you practice getting around on crutches, the more you're body'll get used to it..."

Heather: "That's...good to hear...so, um...you mind if I, um...grab a seat on that bench for a few minutes?"

Claire: "Huh? Oh, yeah, take all the time you need, Heather...I don't want you overexerting yourself on your first trip out since the accident..."

Heather: "So, um...those crutches you've got...you make getting around on them look so easy..."

Claire: "Yeah, these forearm crutches are good for mobility, but...well, they do take a bit more upper-body strength than the standard under-arm crutches you're using right now...don't worry, once you get your strength built back up, I'm sure you'll get a pair of your own and-"

Heather: "Claire! Behind you!!"

*CRASH!!*

Claire: "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you like-"

???: "Oh....great...it's YOU again....the 'sad, imperfect cripple' responsible for ruining my carefully planned 'dance challenge' video...do you know HOW MANY VIEWS I LOST because of you and your creepy little friend?"

Claire: "I...I'm sorry...do...do I know you?"

???: *sigh* "Figures...of course you don't recognize me...I had my hair dyed black the last time we met...that was when that weird friend of yours...you know, the one who took her fucking head off...decided it'd be funny to turn me into a fucking gold statue in front of everyone!"

Claire: "Wait...now I remember you...you're the one my friend kept calling 'Bitch'...heh...kinda appropriate given the way you were treating me that day..."

???: "Grrr...first, my name's not 'Bitch,' it's Amber...and second, your friend had no right to do that to me without my consent...she's lucky I didn't go to the dean and have her expelled for that..."

Claire: "Well, maybe if you didn't live up to the nickname she gave you, she wouldn't have had to step in and teach you a lesson! Not that it did any good...it seems you're still the same self-centered bitch you were that day...you know, I've got my friend on speed-dial....maybe she needs to teach you another lesson!"

Heather: "Umm, Claire? Maybe you should calm down a bit..."

Amber: "Oh, great...so now you've got an equally crippled friend coming to your defense! I swear, this day just keeps getting worse and worse..."

Claire: "Hey, you leave Heather out of this, ok? If you've still got a problem with me, then let's you and me settle this, ok?"

Heather (to herself): "C-crippled? Is...is that what people think of me now?"

Amber: "Hmmm...you know what? The two of you aren't worth my time...just do me a favor and stay far away from me, ok? Someone with a body as perfect as mine can't afford being seen around a pair of 'imperfect cripples' like the two of you..."

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Claire: "...sorry about losing my cool there back there, Heather...I, um....I didn't mean to-"

Heather: "Claire...the way she talked about you...about US...calling us...'crippled'...is that the way people's gonna think of me from now on?"

Claire: *sigh* "....no, it's not.....Heather....you know how every now and then, I'll say that I wish people could 'spend a day in my shoes'...to know what it's like living life as an amputee? Well....rude people like her...people who treat amputees like us as less than normal people...they're the ones I'm talking about when I say stuff like that..."

Heather: "I...I see...so, um-"

Claire: "Heather, look at me. Don't let anything she said get you down, ok? Losing a leg doesn't make you any less of a person than you were before the accident, ok? And besides, I wouldn't worry about having to deal with her in the future...I mean, she made it pretty clear she didn't want anything to do with us from now on, so-"

Heather: "Actually...I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some lunch...all this crutching around's got me a bit hungry..."

Claire: "...oh...heh...you know what, lunch sounds pretty good right about now..."

Description
ARTIST'S NOTE: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE DURING THE TWO-MONTH GAP BETWEEN PART 2 AND PART 3 OF 'THE ACCIDENT'

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Claire: "So, how 'ya holding up, Heather? Need a quick break?"

Heather: *huff*..."Yeah....that sounds...pretty good...right about now...*huff*...is...is getting around on crutches...always this exhausting?"

Claire: "Nah, not really...but I doubt your body's completely recovered from being in the hospital for a few weeks, so I'm sure it'll get easier for you as time goes on and you start getting your strength back...plus, the more you practice getting around on crutches, the more you're body'll get used to it..."

Heather: "That's...good to hear...so, um...you mind if I, um...grab a seat on that bench for a few minutes?"

Claire: "Huh? Oh, yeah, take all the time you need, Heather...I don't want you overexerting yourself on your first trip out since the accident..."

Heather: "So, um...those crutches you've got...you make getting around on them look so easy..."

Claire: "Yeah, these forearm crutches are good for mobility, but...well, they do take a bit more upper-body strength than the standard under-arm crutches you're using right now...don't worry, once you get your strength built back up, I'm sure you'll get a pair of your own and-"

Heather: "Claire! Behind you!!"

*CRASH!!*

Claire: "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you like-"

???: "Oh....great...it's YOU again....the 'sad, imperfect cripple' responsible for ruining my carefully planned 'dance challenge' video...do you know HOW MANY VIEWS I LOST because of you and your creepy little friend?"

Claire: "I...I'm sorry...do...do I know you?"

???: *sigh* "Figures...of course you don't recognize me...I had my hair dyed black the last time we met...that was when that weird friend of yours...you know, the one who took her fucking head off...decided it'd be funny to turn me into a fucking gold statue in front of everyone!"

Claire: "Wait...now I remember you...you're the one my friend kept calling 'Bitch'...heh...kinda appropriate given the way you were treating me that day..."

???: "Grrr...first, my name's not 'Bitch,' it's Amber...and second, your friend had no right to do that to me without my consent...she's lucky I didn't go to the dean and have her expelled for that..."

Claire: "Well, maybe if you didn't live up to the nickname she gave you, she wouldn't have had to step in and teach you a lesson! Not that it did any good...it seems you're still the same self-centered bitch you were that day...you know, I've got my friend on speed-dial....maybe she needs to teach you another lesson!"

Heather: "Umm, Claire? Maybe you should calm down a bit..."

Amber: "Oh, great...so now you've got an equally crippled friend coming to your defense! I swear, this day just keeps getting worse and worse..."

Claire: "Hey, you leave Heather out of this, ok? If you've still got a problem with me, then let's you and me settle this, ok?"

Heather (to herself): "C-crippled? Is...is that what people think of me now?"

Amber: "Hmmm...you know what? The two of you aren't worth my time...just do me a favor and stay far away from me, ok? Someone with a body as perfect as mine can't afford being seen around a pair of 'imperfect cripples' like the two of you..."

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Claire: "...sorry about losing my cool there back there, Heather...I, um....I didn't mean to-"

Heather: "Claire...the way she talked about you...about US...calling us...'crippled'...is that the way people's gonna think of me from now on?"

Claire: *sigh* "....no, it's not.....Heather....you know how every now and then, I'll say that I wish people could 'spend a day in my shoes'...to know what it's like living life as an amputee? Well....rude people like her...people who treat amputees like us as less than normal people...they're the ones I'm talking about when I say stuff like that..."

Heather: "I...I see...so, um-"

Claire: "Heather, look at me. Don't let anything she said get you down, ok? Losing a leg doesn't make you any less of a person than you were before the accident, ok? And besides, I wouldn't worry about having to deal with her in the future...I mean, she made it pretty clear she didn't want anything to do with us from now on, so-"

Heather: "Actually...I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab some lunch...all this crutching around's got me a bit hungry..."

Claire: "...oh...heh...you know what, lunch sounds pretty good right about now..."