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by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

Language check by JimA378

Cindy stared at the clock as if it was the only thing she could do. In a way it was true, because both her legs were broken and in long casts: her left leg was stretched out straight and supported like by the raised leg rest of her wheelchair, making it appear like a ram. Her right leg, which was bent at the knee, was put on the footrest. The casted big toe of her right leg was a bonus that she could have done without. Her arms were also trapped in short casts, with the thumb on the right hand and the ring finger and little finger on the left hand imprisoned as well. This meant that she could only move seven healthy fingers, which was just enough to maneuver the wheelchair halfway. She was also wearing a soft blue neck brace, and yes, she really had nothing else to do but stare at the clock.

Today Polly had promised to take her on a trip to Central Park and Cindy was looking forward to it. She did her best to wear that cute little soft purple blouse that exposed her inner gray t-shirt with the "Infinity" logo. But to her, it meant "8" since it was her favorite number. It had taken almost an hour to put the outfit on and Cindy couldn't wait to show Polly.

It wasn't that Polly was late. For Cindy, time simply passed in slow motion, as waiting in her wheelchair was the only thing she could do. Bored, she rubbed a casted arm against a casted leg, making the sound of two pieces of fiberglass colliding.

As she did so, she noticed that her little toes were peeking out of the pink long leg cast.

"Awww, my poor toes!" Cindy wiggled them to see if they still looked cute. However, she carelessly also moved her right big toe, which was in a cast, and a sharp pain shot through her entire right leg. With a knee-jerk reaction, she tried to grab her leg, which in turn caused her casted arms to bump against her casted legs. Multiple pains shot through her newly broken bones and she could do nothing but endure them. Tears gathered in her purple eyes.

"What a broken me!" She looked at her plastered arms and legs with a long face. "It's not that I don't like casts, but ... this ... this is too much. When I only had one long and one short leg cast, I could walk as much as I wanted with crutches. I could go to the beach, arm wrestle with Barb, visit her in the hospital, help Polly. I could do so much more. But now. Ouch! I've become useless.

If only my casts were much smaller! It would be okay if I wasn't completely plaster-free. It wouldn't be fair if I was plaster free and Polly still had two leg casts.

Hmmmm. Maybe short casts would be nice. I could bend my knees. With cast heels I could get around on my crutches or push my wheelchair better. I could even move my butt around on the seat. Heck, those two joint movements at the knee make a huge difference.

And I'd roll onto the bed, wear Joy's glasses she gave me, and have a fine photo to send to Joy. I wonder how she would react. I'm sure she'd be upset to see me in casts again. But I could always move to tease her even more." Cindy couldn't help and giggled.

"I could still move....

I could still....."

Move....."

Cindy's thoughts were back in the present. Her smile slowly faded as her good humor was gone. What remained was the exaggerated pain of her broken bones and a pile of pink fiberglass casts.

"Oh, dear. What a mess!"

Before the depression and sadness swallowed Cindy, a new hope sprouted in her as the doorbell finally rang.

"Ding-Dong"

"Coming!" That had to be Polly. Cindy made a grab for her wheelchair to drive herself to the door. She had had so much time, but the idea of getting near the door had never occurred to her.

Polly’s sweet voice was heard.
“Are you ready, Cindy?” called Polly with her sweet voice.

“Yes. Polly, I definitely am.”

There were some tears in Cindy’s eyes. Nevertheless, this time was not because of sadness but because of happiness.

to be continued...

(Note- I didn't plan to draw this or write this part at first. This picture was also never meant to be part of the canon story. I just drew it for pose study but, I feel like this picture turned out to be too great, so I decided to do this as canon picture and write some short story about it.)

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Description
Previous>>

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by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

Language check by JimA378

Cindy stared at the clock as if it was the only thing she could do. In a way it was true, because both her legs were broken and in long casts: her left leg was stretched out straight and supported like by the raised leg rest of her wheelchair, making it appear like a ram. Her right leg, which was bent at the knee, was put on the footrest. The casted big toe of her right leg was a bonus that she could have done without. Her arms were also trapped in short casts, with the thumb on the right hand and the ring finger and little finger on the left hand imprisoned as well. This meant that she could only move seven healthy fingers, which was just enough to maneuver the wheelchair halfway. She was also wearing a soft blue neck brace, and yes, she really had nothing else to do but stare at the clock.

Today Polly had promised to take her on a trip to Central Park and Cindy was looking forward to it. She did her best to wear that cute little soft purple blouse that exposed her inner gray t-shirt with the "Infinity" logo. But to her, it meant "8" since it was her favorite number. It had taken almost an hour to put the outfit on and Cindy couldn't wait to show Polly.

It wasn't that Polly was late. For Cindy, time simply passed in slow motion, as waiting in her wheelchair was the only thing she could do. Bored, she rubbed a casted arm against a casted leg, making the sound of two pieces of fiberglass colliding.

As she did so, she noticed that her little toes were peeking out of the pink long leg cast.

"Awww, my poor toes!" Cindy wiggled them to see if they still looked cute. However, she carelessly also moved her right big toe, which was in a cast, and a sharp pain shot through her entire right leg. With a knee-jerk reaction, she tried to grab her leg, which in turn caused her casted arms to bump against her casted legs. Multiple pains shot through her newly broken bones and she could do nothing but endure them. Tears gathered in her purple eyes.

"What a broken me!" She looked at her plastered arms and legs with a long face. "It's not that I don't like casts, but ... this ... this is too much. When I only had one long and one short leg cast, I could walk as much as I wanted with crutches. I could go to the beach, arm wrestle with Barb, visit her in the hospital, help Polly. I could do so much more. But now. Ouch! I've become useless.

If only my casts were much smaller! It would be okay if I wasn't completely plaster-free. It wouldn't be fair if I was plaster free and Polly still had two leg casts.

Hmmmm. Maybe short casts would be nice. I could bend my knees. With cast heels I could get around on my crutches or push my wheelchair better. I could even move my butt around on the seat. Heck, those two joint movements at the knee make a huge difference.

And I'd roll onto the bed, wear Joy's glasses she gave me, and have a fine photo to send to Joy. I wonder how she would react. I'm sure she'd be upset to see me in casts again. But I could always move to tease her even more." Cindy couldn't help and giggled.

"I could still move....

I could still....."

Move....."

Cindy's thoughts were back in the present. Her smile slowly faded as her good humor was gone. What remained was the exaggerated pain of her broken bones and a pile of pink fiberglass casts.

"Oh, dear. What a mess!"

Before the depression and sadness swallowed Cindy, a new hope sprouted in her as the doorbell finally rang.

"Ding-Dong"

"Coming!" That had to be Polly. Cindy made a grab for her wheelchair to drive herself to the door. She had had so much time, but the idea of getting near the door had never occurred to her.

Polly’s sweet voice was heard.
“Are you ready, Cindy?” called Polly with her sweet voice.

“Yes. Polly, I definitely am.”

There were some tears in Cindy’s eyes. Nevertheless, this time was not because of sadness but because of happiness.

to be continued...

(Note- I didn't plan to draw this or write this part at first. This picture was also never meant to be part of the canon story. I just drew it for pose study but, I feel like this picture turned out to be too great, so I decided to do this as canon picture and write some short story about it.)

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