He quickened his pace on the treadmill to a rapid jog. “Okay, Jesse Owens, let’s not overdo it,” she told him. “Relax, doc. I’m one hundred percent. Plus, I had a pretty good therapist who whipped me back into shape.” Amelia tilted her head and smiled. “Good try, but flattery will get you nowhere.” She climbed onto a nearby stair stepper and began exercising. “I’m going to check and make sure your wounds are healing okay. I don’t want them to reopen from the inside—that could just be the worst.” “Will you stop worrying? Doc, you did your thing. The Q is back!” “All right, Qua. Let’s just hope that he’s here to stay. It’d be a shame to have to take you back to the hospital because your gigantic ego burst open your stitches.” Quadir joined in the laughter. He flipped the off switch on the treadmill and walked to the stair stepper, where he lifted the doc into the air. “Boy, what are you doing?” she shouted. “You can’t lift me, I’m too heavy.
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