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Doing her best to hobble across the courtyard to where she was told the mechanic would be, Charlotteâs faced housed an unmistakable frustration as she tried to walk with the knee of her prosthetic locked at the joint. Her dad had warned her this may happen, and had showed her how to fix it before she had left for the school, but with all the fuss of moving, schoolwork, and caring for the animals she was assigned, she had completely forgotten what he had told her. This mechanic was the only person she had heard of who may be able to help her, she was just hoping he was actually in his shop.Â
Once at the door, she slammed her fist against it, leaning heavy against the wall to take the pressure off her now aching hips. âHey, mechanic! You in there? I need your help!â















