Timothy Blue / EI / M:Heather,Tristan.

Tim had remained pretty quiet,But his face quickly frowned at the sound of Tristans tone.He didn't know the man Well,But he didn't seem the type to be that cheery.Especially with all that seemed to be struggling around the center.He went to speak,A little suspicious before Tristan rapidly hung up,Tim not quite catching the comments of the doctor.

"Tri-..Nevermind then."

He muttered before turning his attention to Heather,A slightly occupied look over his features,

"Where is Tristan?I mean- Like whats he doing?"

Tim questioned before sighing,looking to the floor,

"All good here."

He blatantly lied before changing the subject and running his eyes over the mare,

"Anything major happened?Mystery looks well settled now - You're doing a great job it seems."

He says warmly, A little proud of his student despite it having nothing to do with his instructing.

Emily/Tristan | Major plot mover/dramaaa |

It had been about eighteen hours since Emily's hospitalization, and despite her repeated pleas against pain medication, had finally succumbed to the great agony of two fractured legs which had been shattered into a million pieces. The doctors felt as though the best option was to amputate both legs below the knee, for it would provide a solution to her ankles, which were just barely more put together than her legs. The entire bones were gone, leaving a gruesome scene that not many had the stomach to handle. (not going into extreme detail for the sake of...well, yeah loooll) Due to the fact that her ankles were too shot to connect a replacement metal rod into which would replace the missing bones, it seemed the only option. Yet, Emily was having an allergic reaction to any medication they put her on, causing her to go through extremely violent bursts of anger to absolute fits of tears, then to sleep for ten hours at a time. And it seemed Riley couldn't get there fast enough, for Emma was gone and he had nowhere to bring Camden. Until he got there, nothing truly could happen but watching Emily suffer. And suffer seemed like an understatement.

Tristan went to return to Emily's room, only to find her missing. Wide eyed and intense, Tristan jogged down the hallway to the nurse. He felt like he was going mad. "Can someone tell me where the girl who was in that room went? I was gone for three hours, and now she's gone."

The nurses looked at each other in an apprehensive manner, then back to the man. "She got moved to the ICU floor, an infection was setting in and they had to bring her to emergency surgery..."

Sprinting breathlessly down the stairs, Tristan shakily called Tim's number. It was about eight in the morning, and he prayed the man would answer.

Timothy Blue / EI / M: Heather,Open.

Tim had chatted to Heather for a while,Before heading to his room for the first time in a fortnite.It was oddly cold - empty.More lifeless than he remembered.After a quick tidy up he had managed to settle enough to sleep - But not enough to shake the feeling of suspicious over Tristan.

And the phone ringing at 8am?That didn't help it either.Tim had been up for near on 4 hours already- not being able to sleep made him think being active would make it better.The buzzing made him jump in the silence,Making his way over in no particular rush before seeing the name.Feeling a slightly unreasonable panic come over him,the phone was to his ear within ,Waiting anxiously for Tristan's voice.

"Sorry - The traffic was rediculous..Where is she?!"

A flustered Tim had come barging rapidly into the waiting room,eyes wide and face like a sheet of paper.As soon as Tristan had explained,He had got right into the car and shot to the hospital ,Admitedly bending a few laws to do so on time..

Tristan | HJI | Tim

As much as the man wasn't his favorite, due to questionable life choices, he nearly hugged him due to the extreme highs and lows of the past thirty-six hours. It had taken him more than three hours to get there, since the medical center was in the opposite direction than the farm. That three hours was hell for Tristan, left to his own devices for the first time. Sleep had brought him energy he'd lacked, and now he had wished he'd never left her.

"She's still in surgery. Riley is supposed to be here any second, he's the only one who could've made the call. She's been an absolute nightmare," he said, though it wasn't just a mere whine. "She's allergic to every pain medication on this earth, they all make her violent, then depressed, then she sleeps for unusual amounts of time."

He sat down in a chair, hoping to convince Tim to do the same. "They're worried that the amputations won't stop the infection from spreading. That's the main reason I called, if things go south..." he gave a solemn look in Tim's direction, purposefully trying to remain composed but still having that intense look. "You deserved a goodbye."

Giving a simple nod in return,Tim now turned to pacing and fidgeting anxiously.God how he hated hospitals.

"I can't - Oh Emily.."

He raised a hand to his face before letting it fall in a forlorn manner,Unsure what to do with himself.Tim felt utterly..Helpless.

With this he collapsed into the chair beside Tristan,Knee bobbing absentmindedly.For once in his life he was speechless.

Tristan | H/J | Riley, Tim

Tristan didn't know what to do with himself any more than Tim did, but it seemed helpless to simply sit around and consider the possibilities. "I know she was in a lot of pain," Tristan mentioned, in the past-tense as if she were already gone. Correcting himself, he added, "but this surgery will help. Not at first, but in the long term. She'll be okay, she will. That kid is the strongest person I know, and my wife coaches college football..."

He succumbed to an awkward silence, which only lasted a few seconds. Riley entered, looking just as lost as Tim had, but even worse than Tim had. He looked terrible, like he hadn't slept or ate in days. Very similarly to Emily upon her return from Germany. Not to mention his tan pigment was paled significantly due to the shock of the situation. "Where is she? Is she okay? What's happening?"

Almost annoyedly, Tristan replied, "relax, Riley. You're not doing anything but making yourself crazy. She's in surgery, her legs had to go unfortunately... the infection was beginning to spread, and they wanted to save her over burying her with all her limbs." A morbid half-chuckle came out of the man, which caused Riley's eyes to narrow.

"What's your problem, man? I love her. If she dies, I have nobody. And I'll never be able to forgive myself, either. We haven't talked since I left Germany over a month ago, and it was all my fault. Oh, God, how will I forgive myself..." Seeing a grown man well over 6'4 in nearly a fetal position made Tristan amused, yet he couldn't laugh, or even smile. It was such a grim circumstance that he was choosing to believe it was nothing. So far, he seemed to be the only one handling it relatively alright, and therefore, he continued on with it.

Tim had sat silently in thought,even when Riley arrived.But as the pair exchanged conversation something seemed to snap in the blonde,Eyes flitting up with a slight anger,

"God will you two pack it in.Its hardly the Riley show now is it?Believe it or not she had other people in her life - It isn't just you that's in shock.It isn't just you -..Thats guilty of messing her around.Making her life hell.."

By now Tim was verging on tears,Giving one last glance up before fully letting his eyes fall and adding in a soft tone,

"So I just think we owe it to her to keep calm and focus on her.Although she eouldnt appreciate the attention hmm?"

-Heather would be up since 8am as she has been taking care of both Prince & Mystery all by herself, giving them both their morning hay by putting them in their hay nets while filling their water buckets back up with nice room temperature water. She hasn't gotten much rest at all as she hadn't ate anything once again since then, she started to feel like she was on her own for once as she started to feel the pain in her leg since she was pushing herself over the limit then she quietly said to herself- "They're gonna be so mad at me for being on my leg once again.."

-Once she was done, she left the barn and was back in the house again and fixes herself some pizza rolls since her stomach has been calling for a while. She gets them warmed up then she grabs them out since she had them in a paper plate then puts a cover underneath the plate before she sat down on the couch then starts to eat in the rider's lounge before turning the tv on to animal plant-

Tristan | HJI | Riley, Tim

Riley's eyes took on a dark, malevolent look, but before he could do anything but clench his fists, Tristan sternly ordered, "go take a walk around the hospital, Riley."

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The next three hours couldn't go by slower if they had tried. Tristan resorted to silently staring at the wall, observing those who came in and out. Many of the people seemed happy, they seemed relieved. Every once in a while, though, one of the doctors came out to deliver 'the news.' When the families began bawling, Tristan would glance over at Tim and Riley out of the corner of his eye, more than once witnessing Riley lose it. After the first or second time, it simply became more of an annoyance.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, a doctor emerged, calling forth the three. They were escorted to an adjacent room, where the door was shut.

"She's not," Tristan swallowed, saying what they were all thinking, "she's not dead, is she?"

"Oh, no," the nurse replied in a chipper tone. "The surgery went as can be expected. But we brought you three in here to discuss the protocol. When any patient loses their limbs, they are under severe cardiac stress following the surgery. Emily especially, there were several...close calls... So, we will ask, in her best interests, that you try and keep your conversations with her light-hearted. Try and keep her blood pressure un-raised, if you will. Even if she's a fairly non-anxious person, losing limbs is a traumatic experience that will probably take some time to adjust to emotionally. The best thing you can do is be supportive and keep her mind off of it."

As if he hadn't listened to any of the information the nurse had said, Riley blurted out, "when can I see her?" He seemed rather self-focused, as if it were all about him, and not Emily, or Tim, or Tristan.

The nurse glanced down at a wooden clipboard, then replied, "she's still on pretty heavy pain medicine, which, apparently causes aggression?"

"Yes, it does," Tristan replied in a jaded tone.

"Ah, yeah, so, it's best that unless you can manage to settle that rage, you should probably stay away for at least twenty-four hours. If you think you can handle keeping her calm, you can head in in the next hour or so, after the doctor breaks the news to her."

"She'll be fine with me," Riley replied emotionally, still looking out for his own interests. "I'm the only person who can make this okay for her."

"Doubt it," Tristan muttered to Tim, who was beside him. He didn't say it loud enough for Riley to hear.

The nurse stretched up, folding her clipboard to her side. "Alright, well, any questions before I release you guys? You're welcome to come on back when we call you in the next hour, but feel free to explore the grounds or whatever you wish until then..."

(O I shouldn't be laughing but Riley >.<)

Tim had sat almost unmoving for the whole time,Staring lifelessly at his feet and only glancing up the first couple of times people had came in.After half an hour,He didn't bother to look up anymore - Knowing full well it wouldn't be for them.And knowing that people were in fits of tears around him - Rather annoyingly including Riley - and with one gaze he knew he'd be in the same position.

So when the doctor had actually called them,Tim had hung back,Waiting for an eager Riley and seemingly calm Tristan to go first.A rush of relief hardly covered his anxiety for Emily.She wasn't going to take this easy - With or without Medical Anger side effects.

As Riley kept speaking,Tim let a slightly manic smirk go over his features - Obviously in angered disbelief.So he let a few words slip - Intentional or not he didn't know.

"I dont know - Not speaking to someone for months tends to wind you up just a smidge.But yeah if you think you can bring her to Zen,Go ahead.You're obviously the master of calm with your shows out in the waiting room huh?"

Tim had quipped before thanking the doctor and going back out to sit in his chair.He had full intentions of staying there until Emily was told,And giving her all the time she needed.