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Sam and Jane stoped in front of a rehab clinic. Mere month after the septic shock which took both of her arms and her left leg, Jane's residual limbs were still sore and swollen,unable to be fitted with prostheses yet, but she was recomended to commence with her rehabilitation as soon as possible to gain dexterity in her remaining limb. She was dressed in a shorts and plain, light blue T-shirt, it's left sleeve limp against her body and just a tip of her sole arm stump peeking out of the right one. Her single foot was bare, holding between her toes a joystick which operated her electric wheelchair. Sam was standing next to her, dressed in jeans and white polo shirt. Turning from the clinic's door to Jane, he asked: "Are you sure you want to go alone?" "No. But i feel like it's for the better, you know?" replied Jane, looking up at him from her wheelchair. "Don't worry, the people there are professionals." "As you wish. But if you changed your mind be sure to ask them to call me and