Timothy Blue / EI / M: Tristan.

He gave a startled breath as Tristan appeared beside him and spoke,having thought the man was still on the phone at the table.His eyes did widen more for a few moments, Before he glances up at the ceiling as they wander toward the room.

"Kholo.When you say told - You mean everything right?He doesn't just think it's the usual little brief confusion from a fall?I dont think Emily needs anymore shock in her life right now. -...And it was just him yeah?I told Kholo no visitors right now - You told him right?"

The blonde rambled on in a frantic manner - refraining from running a hand through his hair as his fatigued eyes shut momentarily.

He didn't know why he was panicking- Tim knew the mysterious partner would turn up sooner or later.But part of him had hoped it was much longer , Just to let Emily settle of course..

"She told me she didn't want to see him yet. - Didn't want him to see her like that.What if it stresses her out?You know how weak she is and too much - It will.."

He stops, unable to comprehend it again as he forces a deep breath,pausing outside her room.

"You can go check if shes back - I just need.. To go grab a drink from the vending machine.Ill be right back."

With this he turns on his heel,walking with remarkable pace around the surrounding corridors in thought.

Let's try this again :(

Tristan looked up from his phone a second time, merely acknowledging, "I'm concerned for you, Tim." He didn't elaborate, he didn't have to. He could see through the man's facade, his willful words with little difficulty--anyone could, really. Without as much as a word, he separated, leaving Tim to his thoughts as he took an adjacent corridor to the elevator.

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What felt like eons later but was merely about an hour and a half, Wyatt's truck, looking very out of place against the small suburban cars, pulled into the third floor of the medical center's parking garage. It had been an excruciating several hours that would've been a mournful silence if it weren't for Noah's extensive conversation with himself, Wyatt contributing a few words every now and again. Every once in a while, the boy would take a breath, looking over at Savannah's dead, glazed over glance out of the window with compassionate eyes. He seemed to have some grand illusion that once they arrived at the hospital, everyone's mood would have a complete turnaround, and everyone's levels of joy and vivaciousness would match his. He was in for a rude awakening.

As they exited the vehicle, Wyatt sent Savannah with Noah onwards while he ventured at a slower pace with Heather and Zander, who seemed to be more willing to cooperate here than at the equestrian center. Assumably it was due to some feeling of compassion towards Wyatt, although, it seemed unlikely. The boy was cold-blooded at best, and no act of God seemed possible to turn that around so quickly.

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With bright eyes, Noah scanned the sterile environment with a certain joy radiated that really didn't deserve to be. He looked over at his friend with bright eyes. "I love hospitals! Don't you, Sav?"

Before he could let his mouth run any more, as it had been all morning, his eyes caught the sight of a familiar face. He broke out into an all-out sprint, twiggy arms wrapping around Tim in an energetic embrace. "Tim! I missed you! Where'd you leave us for for so long? How long have you been here? I heard Emily got her legs chopped off! You still have yours though..."

Timothy / EI / M: Hospital Gang.

The blonde had just given a complacent nod at Tristans comment - continuing on his way.

His face had been pale,features strained with thought.Tim didn't even flinch as Noah throttled him into a hug,Face too tired to even show shock at his remarks.

"Heh..Yeah.."

He simply offered - Managing to gently pry the teenager away and offer Savannah a slight smile before glancing up.Tim's face then fell even more as he caught sight of the whole equestrian centre group - here at the hospital,All but Noah Looking extremely bewildered.

Tim felt a slight panic begin to rise in him,Reaching quickly for his phone and dialing his aquantaince's number,Worried eyes still watching them approach.He felt a little relief as he answered,Speaking in a panicked yet defeated whisper,

"Tristan..You need to get down here.Please."

-Heather could feel the pain in her leg from time to time again but she kept it very well hidden. When the group made it inside, she carefully sat down in one of the chairs while knowing that she shouldn't be on her leg at all but she didn't care as she was here for Emily, no one else even though she felt like maybe burying both Tristan and Tim's bodies somewhere-

-she was still very silent while containing her calm composure but deep down, she wanted to punch either Noah to shut him up or Tristan for not telling the truth about what happened as she gripped the arm of the chair a bit- "...."

Tristan | HJI | Gang

Tristan heard the panic in Tim's voice and assumed it was simply either an emotional breakdown caused by overthinking, or caused by Wyatt. Either way, he wasn't particularly thrilled by the concept of hauling himself back down five floors of bustling hospital activity, but he did it.

Exiting the stairwell, Tristan saw Noah, Savannah, Heather, Wyatt, and a boy he didn't know. He hid the extra annoyance within a normal level of annoyance and intensity, finding his way to Tim's side, which resulted in a hug from Noah. Though, with the man's reaction, you would've thought he'd never received one before. "Hello, Noah," he greeted gruffly, standing still and stiff as a rock, steely eyes flicking between Savannah and Tim, pleading for one of them to remove him from the man's personal space.

Wyatt gave them a kind smile, offering his hand for Tim to shake. "Hey, Tim. Glad to see you're back, I know everyone at the barn was worried about ya." He then turned to Tristan, gently saying, "I didn't want to leave them at the barn, nobody was around to keep an eye on 'em."

"That's fine," Tristan said cooly, still generally calm. "But I suggest that we don't overwhelm the poor kid with a bunch of people. I can handle them for some amount of time, why don't you and Tim go up and see her, then we'll send Noah and Sav?"

Conrad | WI | Kholo

Conrad scanned the musty aisles of the equestrian center, all signs of life seeming to be gone. The place looked like a ghost town, the only real signs of life remaining being the horses and an occasional groom. However, without Emily and Tristan, the pair he regarded as generally hygiene-obsessive, the place didn't seem to be in its usual glory. The aisles were unclean, the shavings spread messily in the stalls. As far as the arenas went, the jumps could use paint and the sand a good drag. It still looked prestigious, just not its usual level of flawlessness.

Seeing a ton of projects he knew he could get done in a matter of days, Conrad went searching for Kholo to receive the permission needed. He expected she'd be grateful for the help--from what he'd known of her, she seemed to be a nice woman. What he didn't expect, however, was to find her balled up on the carpet of the lounge bawling. His polite knocks turned less and less purposeful as he gently, although alarmedly inquired, "Kholo, is everything okay?"

-Heather forced herself to get up and walks over to where Noah is before she suddenly grabs him by the ear and pulls him off of Tim as she was basically dragging him by the ear like a mother disciplining her annoying child then she sat him down in one of the chairs with a cold look in her eyes before she went back to her seat, taking a seat in the chair that she was in to get off her leg once more-

Kholo Mzi | 32 | Conrad

Kholo scrambled off the carpet as she heard Conrad's voice. Trying to calm herself down, she said as calmly as she could manage, "Umm... of course! Just got a little, uh, something in my eye..." She trailed off as she noticed Conrad's kind expression. "Like a twig, or a branch," she said with a wan smile. She took a deep breath. "Actually, everything's not okay," she said softly. "I just got a call from Tim (i think?) saying that Emily was in a bad riding accident. They had to.." She paused, swallowing anxiously. "Both legs were amputated." Her eyes went to the floor as she finished speaking. What would he think of her now? She had tried so hard to keep up her strong, professional image. Too late now, she though ruefully.

Hoping that he wouldn't guess that it was something more than that, she put on as brave a smile she could control.

Conrad | WI | Kholo

Conrad's brow furrowed in thought, a frown taking over his face. "Oh, that's...terrible...I...don't know what to say." He glanced around, not really wanting to look at Kholo and make her uncomfortable. "Well, are you okay?" He shifted in his boots before taking a seat at the table beside her. He examined his knuckles thoughtfully while he waited for her to reply.