I refuse to acknowledge Boggy’s ending!

She can end the story however she wants, but I REFUSE to accept that ending!
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Part Three

By the time the doctor arrived, he was feeling much better. The doctor did a cursory examination, helped him to his feet (and her to her wheelchair) and told him sternly to make an appointment within the next week for a more thorough examination. Then he left them to their date.

He wheeled her to a table, still feeling a bit embarrassed that he fell out in front of her, but she waved away his apologies. “It could happen to anyone, my dear.”

He had prearranged with the nurses to bring them coffee and ice water, and that they did. Both tried to pretend they didn’t notice the nurses hovering at the edge of their vision, to make sure nothing ELSE happened. They chatted amiably, the awkwardness of the previous moment quickly dissipating as they enjoyed their drinks and each other’s company.