I made a fuss when a nurse told me I had to be taken to the clinic's front doors in a wheelchair, claiming it was the "rules".
I sighed, grumbled that I could walk just fine, then flopped into the seat and scowled as we made our way to the front entrance.
The nurse, her name tag showed Katie on it, dropped me off outside the doors and left me there to sit and wait for my ride. I knew, and had known for a fair while, that Mr. Giacomo hated bullies and bullying with a passion, but I sure wasn't expecting the surprise I received.
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