Luna rolled herself over to where there was a gap between the chairs, not bothering to switch between her wheelchair to a regular chair. She listened politely to the boy, Felice, as he spoke. 

She knew they were staring at her, especially after Felice stopped speaking. Well, maybe not outright staring, but it was like the nurses in the hallway - people couldn't not look at pitiful scenes, it was part of the human instinct, the whole at-least-that-isn't-me sort of thing. She shifted in her chair and cleared her voice. [color=6ecff6]"My name is Luna, and I"[/color] she paused for a moment, searching for a hobby that she hadn't started because her mother told her to. [color=6ecff6]"I like to sing. I've never sang in front of other people though."[/color] She thought back to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Oh yes, her reason for being here. "Well, it should be pretty obvious why I'm here," she said, resting her hand on one of her wheels, [color=6ecff6]"but, for the sake of doing so, my legs have been paralyzed. All the docs say I'll never walk again, unless some miracle happens. So I'm here for rehab."[/color]