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I was just about to drift off into sleep when Journey came back with my favourite sweater, shirt and pyjama pants, all of which had something to do with horses. The sweater said Roots Equestian, the shirt said Stall Cleaning Champion Equestrian DEPT. 1985, the pyjama pants were blue with white horses walking, trotting, cantering, and galloping placed variously throughout the whole pants.
I slowly with the support of Journey behind me sat up. She pulled the gown over my head, and with help from AJ we got my shirt and sweater on. Usually I was the kind of person to hide myself under my clothing, I was a private person, but right now I couldn't have cared less. It was also not until then that I realised how badly it had hurt having to manuver myself into the clothing. Finally after what felt like hours of waiting Journey lowered me very slowly onto the bed. I sat there unable to twist to ly down. Finally Journey grabbed my shoulders and AJ grabbed my ankles ad they swung around in one fluid motion so I was propped upright at the right angle. All this action just made me sit there and sob. AJ switched the bags attatched to my IV and after about a minute I began to feel tired once more, to wiped out to fight out the war of medicine.
Peace fell over my tired body, although I wasn't doing anything being in pain wore me out more than a week of showing. I took a deep breath, finally I could relax. My body was no longer shivering as it was since I fell. I had that cozy feeling you get in the middle of the winter after you have a warm shower and you have all your warmest clothes on and your sitting in the living room with your family with a cup of hot chocolate while it's dark outside. I snuggled deep under the blankets, one of them belonging to me, a polar fleece with a picture resembling Shadow bucking in a field. And of course my pillow, which had actual pictures of Shadow sewed onto it. Not feeling an once of rage that I felt earlier I was able to fall asleep peacfully for the first time since I was in here.
Days passed and with each day my back was less and less sore. By the seventh day I was able to move the bed into a sitting position without my spine grinding together. I talked to my parents on the phone, and thruthfully I was guilty for not worrying more about them. Aparently our side of town was left untouched by the Tornado so our house and thank god, the stable as well. The airport closure was being lifted the following week and they were coming down as soon as they could. My mom was in a hysteria when I first got on the phone, but I talked her down to a sniffle. My older sister, Adrienne, was also in a state of shock. We were exeptionally close for siblings, she was my go to when I had a problem, or I just needed to talk. She once was a rider, but she quit after she too, had a bad accident. She lost her confidence, but mostly her ego, sometimes I think that quiting riding was one of the best things that happened to her becuase when she did ride she was the meanest, snottiest, person that I knew. Now she wouldn't even think of speaking highly of herself. She was all for other people, the complete oppisite of me. I hated people, I still put others before me, but when it came to the general liking of them. I often said that if people were horses they would be so much easier to understand.
What upset me the most was how scared my dad sounded over the phone. I had never in my life heard my dad cry. I felt bad that I had inflicted so much pain and suffering amoung them. I had never felt so much guilt in my entire life than I had when I found out just how crushed my family was.
After I hung up I got the feeling in the pit of my stomach that coulod belong to no other then homesickness. All I wanted was to get out of here and get back home to my room, my parents, my pets, and most of all my horse. This had been the longest I had gone without seeing her and I was going through withdrawl. But I couldn't leave this stupid place until my back was competly healed and I could make the flight home. Shadow had been shipped home yesterday, she had a twenty seven hour drive ahead of her so she woudn't have been home quite yet.
“Hey Kiddo.” Journey greeted me as she walked in the door pushing a wheelchair. “Do you want to come with me?”
“I don't know, for a walk.”
“Thats why I have this.” She nodded down towards the wheelchair.
“I have to ride in that?” I said as I wrinkled up my nose.
“If you want to get out of this room, yes.”
Journey helped me slowly into the chair. It took me a while to get so I wasn't in intese pain. We had to put two pillows behind my back so I was sitting up striaghter than a board. I also had an ice pack that sat right over the breaks. I still had the IV in my arm as I was reciving liqueds to keep me hydrated since I had no appitite for anything.
“Here, but you're going to need this.” Journey said as she handed me my thick fall Arait jacket.
“Ty, just put it on you'll see.” Journey laughed.
Journey wheeled me down the hallway, following the signs that said exit. I was just as puzzled as I was hurting. I didn't have the slightest clue as to where we were going.
When we reached the front doors I could see leaves blowing off the trees, brown, red, and yellow, flutters drifted through the air. Then that's when I saw it, Shadow was standing outside in her wool cooler.