a wheelchair

The first time I took Marie for rehabilitation it was quite a walk from the parking lot, into the building, over to the elevator, up a few floors, then down a hallway to the speech therapy room. After her therapy session we walked back down the hallway to the elevator, but before we went down she decided she needed to use the restroom. Marie went in, and even came back out okay, but that was as far as she could go. She leaned on that wall next to the elevator and slid straight down until she was on the floor. Her legs had given out. No strength left at all. I tried to help her up but there was no way she could stand. I had to go back to the therapy room and get help. They called for and then a few of us got on either side of Marie and pulled her up. She was like dead weight. We put her in the wheel chair and took her to the car. By the time we got to the car she had enough strength to get off of the chair and swing into the car seat.