"Thanks sis, I'll be right out."
Madeline hung up her cell phone and waved goodbye to the nurse at the reception desk. She wheeled out of the automatic doors, and a warm blast of air filled the waiting room. It was a broiling summer day, and she wore thick, dark sunglasses and a skimpy t-shirt, her hair in a messy ponytail. A pair of jogging shorts were stretched over her casted hips, the short pant legs laying flat against the seat. Her backpack was slung across the back of her chair and she gripped a canvas bag filled with her dirty clothing in one hand. Her other hand operated the wheelchair's joystick.
She carefully went down the ramp, leaning backwards slightly for stability. Her younger sister, Alex, was waiting in the parking lot with her car. Alex had her sister's tanned skin and lithe frame, but she was a little rounder in the face and had shorter brown hair instead of jet black. She walked up, bent down and hugged her. "Heeeey Madeline! I missed you. Cool wheelc