Abby whispered a prayer, her eyes closing tighter and tighter until the doors flew open. She waited for the paramedics to unload Sophia before she jumped out. She followed Ryker and the medics out

Ryker got out as the paramedics did, and the wait began. They were stuck in the waiting room for hours. Pacing. Asking about her. Waiting. Worrying. Hyperventilating. Being terrified. After a while the doctor came up and started speaking. The man said that Sophia would be fine, but she'd have to retrain her legs. Soon they were allowed to go in, so Ryker quickly walked with Abby to the room, where Sophia lay, sleeping.

Abby bit her lip. "I think your pacing is scaring me more than the accident itself" she whispered to Ryker as he walked. she jumped to her feet as the doctor spoke. Abby followed the doctor to Sophia's room. Her daughter laid there, her legs wrapped and immobile. Abby's breathing hitched in her throat. She gripped onto Rykers arm, hoping and praying that his legs weren't about to give in like hers were. How did this happen to her sweet little baby? How could she have let her ride Rue when it was obvious he wasn't rideable yet? "What have I done..?" She whispered a little. "What. Have. I. Done?"

Ryker winced at her words. "Sorry..." He mumbled, his eyes focused on Sophia, who lay unconscious. His knees went a bit weak as his vision swam, but he knew he had to stay strong for Abby- he could feel overwhelmed later, when he was alone. "No, no Abby this isn't your fault. This could've happened to anyone, at any time, on any horse. Yesterday I could've been trail riding on Serpant, the calmest horse in the world, and something could've happened. Anything can happen at any time. This is not. Your. Fault." He stated firmly, turning to look at her. "Don't you dare blame yourself, or you will never get on with your life. She's going to be fine. She'll live a normal life, go to school, make friends, because she'll recover- however, if you blame yourself, YOUR life will never be the same again." He said, a little quieter.

Abby looked down and let the tears fall. "It still doesn't stop me from thinking it" she murmured. She topped toward the bed and gently held Sophia's hand. She pulled a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, her hand still holding onto Sophia's.

Ryker sighed quietly and followed her a little closer to the bed, standing behind the chair, his hand on Abby's shoulder as he watched the small girl slowly breathe in and out. His heart was telling him to go into panic mode and start interrogating doctors and smacking people until they woke her up, but he realized that'd be a bad idea, and wouldn't help Abby's mental state. Instead, he reminded himself Sophia was just asleep, not in a coma. The doctor's had made it clear she just needed rest.

When a gentle hand landed on her shoulder, she looked up at Ryker. Her gaze quickly shot back over to Sophia. She didn't want to miss a single thing. After a few minutes, the weight of the day started to catch up to her. Her eyelids started to droop but she forced them open. "I have to stay awake" she quietly reminded herself. "What if she wakes up and I don't know?"

Ryker stayed there, silent, trying not to let the crushing fear he was feeling show on his face. His gaze flit to her as she started to droop. "Abby, you should sleep a little. If you don't want to go home, you can just sleep in the chair- I'll wake you up if anything happens." He said gently.

"I'm not going home, that's for sure" she placed her hand in his then let her arm drop. She hoped she could see her daughter walk across the stage at graduation, jump around when she gets engaged, and walk down the aisle at her wedding. She hoped and prayed that her daughter would scrape up every ounce of strength she had and recover smoothly. She knew it was a stretch, but what if she could? What if her determination brought her through? Abby looked up at Ryker. She could tell he was holding back on his emotions. +I know you too well+ "Sit. There's space for two" she shifted on the seat, making room for him.

Ryker nodded. He understood why she wouldn't want to go all the way home. His gaze was fixed on Sophia's face, but it was unfocused, like he wasn't actually looking at her. Which, he wasn't. He was thinking, quite hard, at percentages and odds and how likely it was for her to overcome this. All in all, it was a bunch of unhelpfulness, so he decided to ignore it. At her command, he glanced down, shaking his head slowly. "I'd be better standing.." He answered quietly, shifting his weight to a different foot.