-Heather fearfully flinched at the yell then she looks over at Tristan to only shake her head no. She wasn't sure of why animal control is here as she felt her body tense up a bit when she came out of the barn with a limp in her step-

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Hospital crew.

Tim had managed to get halfway out of his bed before giving a slightly exaggerated sigh in her direction,

"I'm not a child Emily - I always play nice."

He gave a clumsy yet boyish wink,scrumpling his nose as his rib stung again.Tim was quickly stopped when Emily took a hold of his hand - Although the young man didn't flinch as he would usually.His troubled blue gems met hers,A worried tone still there despite her calming tone,

"No.I need to go see him..He might be - Worried."

Tim didnt dare say his mount was injured,He couldn't bare the thought.With this the blonde managed to stand in a wobbly manner,sharply pulling the catheter from his wrist.

"They erm..Said i was fine.Should totally head home now - I think I had some bread in the toaster...It Will be cold if I dont hurry back.."

He was more so speaking more to himself now,mumbling on to try and console himself.Tim was pretty much out of it,But he had a despairate feeling to get home.The blonde wouldn't admit it,But the slightly wild look in his eye was pretty self explanatory now he realised where he was.Tim didn't have good connotations with hospitals..

Emily | Eventing | Tim

"Tim, no. Hey, hey, stop." She let her tan eyes meet his once more, a worried yet placid expression contrasting his wild and reactive demeanor. "He's going to be okay. Look what you did, there's blood coming out of your arm." As if she'd done it her whole life, she didn't allow her hand to leave his as she gestured for him to sit back down, her other hand now moving to put pressure where the blood was coming from. "Noah, get me a cotton ball, will you?"

Scurrying around the pair, Noah started rifling through the cabinets. "Look above you, crazy," she replied calmly, her eyes leaving his for only a moment. "Okay, come here. Put it right here." Noah looked at her as if she was crazy, but her tactful hands guided his in a gentle, beneficial way. "See? You lived."

"I should be a doctor!" He exclaimed, sitting back down.

Emily gave a small smile, her attention now returning to Tim. "Now, if you can't give me ten extremely valid reasons as to why you need to go home, I'm calling the nurse to re-insert the catheter and give a better diagnosis than 'fine,' okay?"

Tim had quickly glanced away as their gazes met,giving the door a lengthy longing gaze before reluctantly sitting on the edge of the bed.He continued to avoid her eyes,instead watching his leg anxiously jump around.

"My Toast Emil- Hey!"

He winced as the cotton bud made his wrist sting momentarily,Tim's eyes flicking up before falling again,

"Sorry.."

He mumbles,Before lifting his gaze to glance in her direction.Tim was still slightly dazed,But the fear and worry of the last few moments seemed to have woken him up a little.He gives a grateful look,followed by one of a pleading nature.

"Thank you...But please no doctors - No catheters.Emily Please."

He looked - and felt like a vulnerable child.Tim just wanted to curl up with his gelding..

"I need to go see Boomer - If he's hurt..and now hes being left alone.Oh god.If hes lame I need to hose him down -.. God that wont help with his legs.He needs his supplements -..This is all my fault."

Tim pulls his hand from her grasp,Pulling it up to his face and covering his features.His breathing had become a little laboured - Trying to prevent himself from bursting into tears infront of his aquaintances.The blonde wanted to leave - But part of him was a little scared to disobey Emily.She was so calm,It was making him uneasy..

"Mm," she said absently, still lost in thought. She stared, unseeing, at the cloudy sky. Her green eyes, dark and unfeeling, tried valiantly to hold back the tears that her threatening to break lose, but failed. One lone tear began to make the journey down her cheek, leaving a furrow of grief. Embarrassed to be crying in front of a stranger, she hurriedly brushed it away.

-Heather managed to lead Avatar out safely as took him inside the barn and placed him in his stall, closing the stall behind the stallion before locking then she walks back out to fetch Boomer to place him back in his stall as well, even though the unforgiving pain in her leg and lack of rest was kinda getting to her-

Wyatt | Temp./Western | Sav

Wyatt gave the girl a small, sympathetic smile, his eyes pained as strongly as hers. He didn't make any effort to approach her further, leaving quite a bit of space between them as not to make her uncomfortable. "They say time heals all wounds, but I think they grow deeper with time. The first day you wake up, you forget all about it until it hits you. More of a shock than a tragedy, your mind can't fully comprehend that someone you cared so much about is actually gone. Then, day by day, you feel it more and more. By the time people stop asking you how you're holding up, you feel the full weight of their absence. They expect you to cope, expect that you'll be back on your feet in no time. The outside world moves on, but you can't. I reckon for about six months, I wanted someone to catch me crying in the dark. Take me to counseling, take me somewhere. Heck, I just wanted someone to identify that what I was showing was grief, depression, sadness, not anger, not selfishness." Leaning against the post, a fake, shallow smile on his handsome features, the man let the smile fade quickly, his dimples disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. His eyes watched the dew on the mountains with a sudden lack of focus, his mind elsewhere. With an incredulous laugh that offered more of a saddened ambience than joyous, he added softly, glancing back at Sav, "but that's just me. I'm sure someone your age hasn't been to hell and back, have ya?" His tone was almost humored, mimicking the words of many people he'd encountered when he was grieving.

Emily | Eventing | Tim, Noah

Emily gave a sympathetic smile, feeling bad for her friend. "I really want that for you, Tim. But my conscience won't allow me to let you just walk out of this place." Training her eyes on his for effect, she gave him a pleading look. "I know you're worried about Boomer, but I'm positive he won't be any better if you go there and end up having internal injuries that don't get treated. I care about you, and I care about your welfare. C'mon, what would you do if you were in my position and I was in yours?"

She got up slowly, wincing as the pressure of her lithe figure hit her ankles. She gave Noah and Tim gentle smiles, explaining gently, "I'm going to go find the nurses and see if they've ran all the scans, okay? If they say you're clear, I'm more than happy to get out of here. I just don't want to be able to blame myself if something happens to you, you know?"

(did you have a plan for his injuries? :)

She laughed, a cold, humorless laugh. "You have no idea," she said coldly, thinking back. Her face was darkened by a sarcastic smile. "Though I don't suppose you'd understand. Anyone, for that matter." She regained her earlier composure, transforming from a weak, grieving girl to a strong, cold young woman.

Wyatt | Temp. | Sav

"Neither could you," he shot back insouciantly, shrugging his dark windbreaker just a bit closer. While he'd been a Virginia native since birth, the sudden cold streaks never ceased to affect him. Shrugging, he added, "but it doesn't mean I don't want people to understand. Doesn't mean I haven't tried to let people in who weren't worth it, just because I wanted to grieve to anyone who'd listen. Maybe you were smarter, just shutting people out altogether. I can tell you've gotten good at it too, how long has it been, two years? Three? Four?"