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Leo
Out of all the things that could happen, a pint-sized Chihuahua named Zeus bites her. I shake my head to myself as I pull into the hospital emergency drop-off area.
“Wait here,” I say, exiting the car. I grab a nurse and wheelchair and head back out to the car.
“This is so unnecessary,” Teegan says when I open her door.
“Would you rather me carry you?” I inch the wheelchair toward her.
She says nothing—and even knowing her as little as I do, I know this is a great feat for her—and hobbles out of my truck and into the wheelchair.
“I’m going to park and then I’ll be in,” I inform the nurse.
“No, no. You go. I’m fine.” Teegan grips the arms of the wheelchair.
I understand women’s lib and all that, but it’s frustrating how independent she’s trying to be right now. Completely dis
