running late

It was 6:40 in the AM.
I was 10 minutes late for work.
They stepped on the elevator just seconds before me and I asked them where they were going…
“Two please, thank you.”
She was bound to a chair that didn’t move her, lips were chapped and only half of her face said good morning.
Her mother’s hands had become acquainted with the grooves in her wheelchair.
Her daughter’s limbs never moved like hers used to.
She finds herself leaning against her posterity’s confinement for stability as she wheels the fragments of her offspring to surgery.