" Before I can grab the handles, Priya’s off. I panic and go after her. The wheelchair clanks down the stairs, gaining speed. Her head bobs from side to side. The chair’s bouncing and clattering, making quite the racket. And even though I’m taking two steps at a time, I can’t keep up with it. She’s definitely gonna fall and hurt herself, while I stand by like a bloody lemon. ‘Oh my God,’ I cry. The noise of the wheels as they hit the stairs is insane, then it ends with a bang when Priya reaches the floor below. I’m a few seconds behind, experiencing a heart attack. Priya swivels her chair, which is still moving away from me, and turns just as I land on the floor. ‘Look at your face,’ she says, laughing, and slaps her thighs, tears rolling down her cheeks. I stop to catch my breath. My heart’s pounding in my ribcage. I bend over and touch my knees. Total fuckery this. "
― T.L. Huchu , The Library of the Dead (Edinburgh Nights #1)