Wendy watched the soccer team do their stretches. It was interesting how they had to do such exercises to prevent themselves from pulling muscles during play. As she watched them stretch, she thought to herself,<span style="font-style: italic">Must be nice to be able to do stuff like that.</span>Though she was not complaining the slightest. What happen in the past with getting into a car accident and being in a wheelchair, she would have taken over anything else. It was just that, she missed being able to walk again. And the fact that it's been years, and the paralysis in her lower back, she wasn't going to be walking anytime soon or at all for that matter. That's what the doctor told Wendy before when she was taken to the hospital and undergoing treatment.<br/><br/>As she watched the team start to run laps, her eyes fell to one player who didn't look so well. Was he sick? He looked tired, though he also looked to be working the hardest as well. She was about to go see what it was, till the rest of the team came running and crowding him. The coach had called in to get the  nurse on his walkie talkie. Soon enough, a nurse came out to check on him, then asked for two students two help carry the poor boy to the Nurse's Office. Two students, Randy and Joey from the Soccer team came to help aid the nurse by hauling him up and slinging each arm around their shoulders, carrying him off with the nurse.<br/><br/>After awhile, when the team had broke away from the crowding and returned to running laps, Wendy decided to go check on the boy who had passed out earlier. She then rolled her wheelchair back into the building and spent her time carefully searching for the Nurse's office. She turned a corner and came to a room with a sign next to it that read 'Nurse' and she went inside. The nurse came out of her office and asked, "What do you need?" and Wendy replied quietly, "Just want to see if the boy from the soccer field is ok." The nurse glanced at Wendy for a moment, then looked over her shoulder and pointed to a white curtain that seemed to be lead into the back of the room where all the beds were. "He is resting right now. You may see him, but do be quiet." Wendy nodded her head, "Yes ma'am, thank you" and wheeled over to the curtain. She then slowly pulled it back a little and rolled on in and just sat there by the bedside.<span style="font-style: italic">Such an interesting guy. Looks like he works hard for what he likes to do... Kind of.. like.. me.</span>she thought, looking at him for a bit. After a while she too grew tired, and fell asleep, her arms folded up on the bedside and her head resting on her arms.