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When I arrived, Daniel, Mayhem, and Taco were just approaching, too, and they waited for me as I slowly scooted the last few yards. I must have looked pained because Daniel slipped an arm around me and shifted my weight off the scooter and onto him, even as he deftly maneuvered two hound dogs to his other hand. “You okay?” he asked. “You’re very pale.”
“I may have overdone it,” I said with another wince. “Take me to my throne.” I tried to sound regal, but my voice was hoarse with agony. “And bring me my royal pills.”
Daniel rolled his eyes and half-carried me to my wingback chair before going to the break room to find the bottle of ibuprofen I’d told him was in my purse. When he returned, he bowed and said, “My Lady” as he handed me two red pills and then trotted off in search of wate
