She keeps pushing me.
“Leave me alone,” I say. “Quit pushing me.”
So, she lets go of my wheelchair and stands there, arms crossed over her chest.
I hate it when she does that, because I have to twist around, and it hurts my damaged neck.
“No, not that,” I tell her. “I mean quit pushing me as in nagging me. Telling me to do things. When to do things.”
She uncrosses her arms, walks back around, and pushes the chair again.
“Thank you,” I say.
That’s when I notice… we’re going pretty fast…
Towards a really long staircase down.