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" &amp;quot;Home sweet home!&amp;quot; I announced, wheeling Ben into his new apartment.  &amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; he said, looking around. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t believe you guys did all this.&amp;quot; Ursula, Mitchell and I had finally managed to unpack everything and find a place for it. It looked sparse, because Ben didn&amp;#039;t have much stuff and he had moved from a studio to a 2-bedroom apartment, but it was definitely livable. &amp;quot;What smells so good?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;Quinoa salad with roasted vegetables and a sesame-ginger vinaigrette,&amp;quot; I said proudly. &amp;quot;I thought you&amp;#039;d be hungry when you got home so I did some cooking this morning.&amp;quot; His eyes started to well up. &amp;quot;Thanks K,&amp;quot; he said, his voice shaking slightly. &amp;quot;I really appreciate it. God, I&amp;#039;m such a wuss.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You are not,&amp;quot; I said, kissing him on the forehead. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;ve had a rough couple of weeks. You&amp;#039;re allowed to be emotional.&amp;quot; There was a knock at the door. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s probably your father,&amp;quot; I whispered. I opened the door to find Ben Sr. standing there with a totally tricked-out motorized scooter.  &amp;quot;Check it out, son,&amp;quot; he said, doing his best Vanna White impression.  &amp;quot;Thanks Dad,&amp;quot; Ben said, with sincerity. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s going to be a huge help.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No need to thank me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Now, I&amp;#039;ve got the physical therapist set up for Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings, starting tomorrow. When do you have to go back to the doctor?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Two weeks,&amp;quot; Ben said, waving his iPhone. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s in the calendar.&amp;quot; It would have been so much easier for Ben to just stay in the hospital, but his insurance cut him off. Ben Sr. had done the math, and realized it would be thousands of dollars cheaper to just rent a scooter and have a physical therapist make house calls then to keep him there. He&amp;#039;s footing the entire bill. It&amp;#039;s so nice to see Ben&amp;#039;s dad being so helpful, and Ben being so appreciative.  &amp;quot;All right,&amp;quot; Ben Sr. said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to head back to the hotel and do some work, and let you get settled in here. I&amp;#039;ll be here in the morning to make sure everything goes smoothly with the therapy. Call me if you need me to bring you anything.&amp;quot; Ben thanked him. They shook hands, which seemed oddly formal considering the circumstances, and then Ben Sr. left. &amp;quot;Are you hungry?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;More tired than anything else,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Can you give me a push into the bedroom?&amp;quot; I wheeled him in. When I tried to help him out of the chair, he waved me off. &amp;quot;Let me do this, K.,&amp;quot; he said. He propped himself on his one good leg and pushed himself up with his one good arm. It seemed like he&amp;#039;d topple over for a moment, but he was able to regain his balance, before sitting down hard on the bed with a wince, involuntarily bringing his good arm up to his broken rib. &amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; he sighed, lying back. &amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot; I went to get him a glass of water, and by the time I got back, he was completely out. I put it on the nightstand beside him and swapped out the wheelchair for the scooter so he&amp;#039;d have it when he woke up. He slept for four hours, which gave me some time to catch up on work. Nate told me I could work remotely today and tomorrow. I&amp;#039;m so thankful I&amp;#039;m working for Mammoth right now \u2013 something tells me all of this time off and working from home wouldn&amp;#039;t really fly in a more corporate environment. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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