Savannah Storm | 17 | M: Noah, Wyatt, open

Savannah looked up sharply from kissing Avatar, her mind whizzing from Noah's words. She couldn't help feel a small drop of happiness, remembering their conversation at the hospital with Tim. Then the cold truth hit her. Wyatt knew Emily. Wyatt went to the hospital when Em needed him. If he made a trip to White Oaks, there must be something wrong with Emily. Really wrong.

Disregarding Noah's opinion for once, she shoved Avatar's reins in his hands. "Don't let him go anywhere, 'kay?" she said, ignoring his question. She vaulted over the fence easily, breaking into an athletic jog as she hit the ground running.

Oohhh Tangleee. You thought. He's here because MORE CHARACTERS YAY. But now Sav gets a nice 'told you so' at some point looolll)

Wyatt | Temp. | Sav, Wyatt

Wyatt exited his truck, a baseball cap thrown messily backwards over his thick brown hair. He looked to the boy in the back, a silent wreck who refused to do anything but look out the window.

"C'mon, man. Can't do nothin' or get nowhere if ya don't push yourself," he stood calmly, his normal gentle giant self with one arm leaning over the truck door.

The boy refused, completely silent and in protest. His shaggy appearance was only worsened by his scowl. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Wyatt was elated to see Sav jogging towards him, and not just because he'd expected her to avoid him like normal. He'd seen her several times since Tim was hospitalized, coming around to visit Emily, who may or may not have been his, quote on quote, 'girlfriend.' Nothing was official yet, but they had obviously spent a lot of time together, alone...

"Hey, Savannah! How are things? I know Emily is out this weekend, but I came to see y'all anyway. Brought a friend, too..."

-The young women watched from a distanced with her gelding who started to go back to grazing but his dark brown eyes were locked onto the truck and the man when he saw him getting out. Heather looked away as she pulled out her phone as she didn't want to get noticed by anyone since she never really liked attention unlike her younger sibling, she scrolled through her instagram until she saw the recent pictures of both her & Prince still competing- "Damn it, Sandra.." -she said under her breath, gently leaning against her gelding while trying to think of what she should do since they had a show coming up in a few months-

Savannah | 17 | Eventer | M: Wyatt, strange dude, open

Savannah stood motionless, confused. Why was he here, if not the bringer of bad news? Could it maybe, possibly be that Wyatt cared about her? Obviously, not like cared about her, but just in a brotherly way. Was it so strange to hope that there was someone, if only one, who she could rely on? Lost in the echos of her thoughts, she didn't entirely notice the silent boy, staring out the window.

"Okay, I guess," she said after a while, not wanting to share the anguish and grief she'd felt lately. She gazed, unseeing, into space, trying to drown her thoughts.

Wyatt | Not Temp. bc Tangle said | Sav, Zander

Wyatt shot Savannah his normal, friendly grin, knowing her personality all too well, for he was once there too. He didn't mind the way she played off her feelings, for she was likely discounting them herself, not intentionally appearing crass or uppity.

"How are things at the barn? Has Tim come back yet?" While he asked his questions, he resorted to using a broom from the bed of his truck to push the boy out. "Zander, it's time, man. Ya gotta get out sometime..."

Mumbling something both irritable and crass, and likely unbecoming, the boy slammed the opposite door behind him, refusing to near Wyatt nor Sav. With a small, knowing smile, Wyatt turned back to Sav. "Meet Zander." Then, softer, he whispered, "I think you could help him, Sav. If you're up for a little project besides your ponies."

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily listened to his musings contently, the slightest ghost of a smile gracing her features. She wanted so badly to truly speak, to truly be able to converse. It was a gift she didn't appreciate until she'd lost it.

When he spoke, she gave another light squeeze to his hand, though it was very difficult for her. In that same very, very barely audible tone, she croaked, "I don't want to, it'd be easier to let go," she was wheezing just slightly, having difficulty catching her breath. It seemed the infection hadn't stopped at her legs. "But since you asked, I guess I'll hang on longer."

A slight reasurred smile crossed his paled lips,returning the light squeeze and glancing up toward her face in thought.He had barely heard what she said - But when he made it out a few moments later his face fell.

Tim was about to protest - In the way he always seemed to have to with Emily, Before she spoke again.The blonde's expression became alot softer, a light blush coming over his cheeks and a chuckle escaping his mouth.

"If you could fit living into your schedule it would be appreciated.Ill bring it up with your Secretary."

He had murmured in his usual serious yet sarcastic tone,Not stopping the smile covering his features as he glances up at the ceiling with a disbelieving shake of the head.Tim drifts into light thought,The shaking beginning to slow slightly.

It would be fine - It had to be.

Emily | Eventing | Tim

Emily's lips once again turned upward in the slightest, weakest hint of a smile. Although she couldn't open her eyes or feel hardly anything other than the pain and the fatigue caused by the infection, she could hear the smile in his voice. He sounded childish, like a little boy. That joy was enough to keep her alive for a few minutes longer, she supposed.

"I thought you were my secretary," she quipped, her voice still terrible in the sense of it hardly seeming to belong to her. "Since I fired you from the trainer position. Or was it just counselor that you took on..." Her breathing became short again, and she began coughing, her frail body wracking with the force of it. One of the nurses was walking past and noticed the girl's cough, knocking gently before entering.

"Is that cough new?" She looked more to Tim than Emily, seeing as the girl looked next to dead, hardly able to comprehend answering questions as such. "I'm worried about that, the infection puts you at risk for getting diseases pretty easily. When you're up to it, we'll probably take you up for another chest x-ray, okay, ma'am?"

Emily gave a very weak nod, solemnly waiting in silence until the nurse left. "I don't want another x-ray. I just want to go home with you and Tristan and forget this ever happened."

He gave a slight chuckle - Not quite being able to relax enough to give a cheerful laugh.

"Hey - I Definately fired you.Awful student you are."

He gave a playful 'tut' before his expression became more grave - the coughing seriously shaking her whole body.He returned a slight nod to the nurse,

"Can you get her in? Like now..?"

Tim had questioned as politely as he could allow - But there was irritant tone to his voice.They knew she was on the brink of death- Couldn't they do something?

His brows unfurrowed as her almost inaudible voice spoke again - Time quickly shushing her this time with a hand squeeze.

"Em - You have to stay.."

He frowns at himself - That whole sentence was hypercritical coming from him.But he tried to cover it as best as he could.

"They'll just do the x-ray..A few days maybe - Then you can come home with us.Promise."

Tim had given her a hand attempted reassuring squeeze before shifting his weight slightly uncomfortably.He hated lying to her - The chances were she'd be in here for weeks at best.

"Besides - I'll be here the whole time anyways.Maybe passed out on the floor...But here."

He gave a slight shrug,Before stopping and speaking in a quieter tone,

"Did you want someone else here?I can get Tristan to use his endless contact stream.."

Tim didnt know what he was expecting as an answer - Being as the girl could hardly talk at best.