01-01-2011, 02:17 AM
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Ginger opened her eyes and bright lights consumed her vision. So many questions immediately popped into her head, which was unbearably aching. She heard a loud pulsating beep in her ear. Memories of the fall came back into her head, playing over and over like a broken record. She took in her surroundings.
"Ginger, are you awake?" A feminine voice interrupted Ginger's thoughts.
"Yes I am awake." Ginger was surprised at how weak her voice was. She looked up at her mother. Her green eyes were red, her brown hair looked like it hadn't been brushed.
Her mother, Julia Williams, ran her hand through her daughters auburn hair. "Don't worry about that right now, I'm going to get your doctor." Julia walked out of the room, leaving Ginger to worry about her beloved horse.
Ginger stared at the plain white hospital walls. There was a television in the far corner on a stand, a brown dresser, a couple of chairs at her bedside, and her bed right in the middle of the room. There was a window on the left wall and a door on the right. Ginger stared down at the I.V. Running into her arm. Tears filled her eyes.
Soon a tall man in a white coat walked into her room. He had a stethoscope around his neck and pulled gloves out of his pocket. Ginger assumed this was the doctor who had been caring for her.
"Hi I'm Dr. Jackson." he said as he shook Ginger's frail hand and gave her a warm smile. “You had quite a fall I can imagine.” Ginger nodded her head even though she could not piece together what had happened. Her last memory of that day was before she even hit the ground. Dr. Jackson glanced over a paper on a clipboard he was carrying. His eyes moved back to look Ginger in the eyes. “Well one good thing is there is nothing life threatening. You did manage to break your arm though.”
Ginger failed to notice the cast on her arm. “How long until I can start riding again?” riding was Ginger’s entire life a few days without riding would feel like an eternity! Dr. Jackson took a deep breath, “I’m not sure yet. Some breaks heal faster, others heal slower than normal. It can be any where from 3 to 4 months depending on how well your bones mend.”
After Dr. Jackson had left the room, Ginger felt like crying until she ran out of tears. Thunder would need a rider to keep him in shape and at that time she did not feel like going to the barn, for once in her life she was afraid to ride.
Two days after her accident Ginger was allowed to go home. As her mother pulled into the long drive way with rolling pastures on either side, Ginger looked down at the flood of their SUV. She could not bear to see Thunder or any of the other horses. Had she failed them? All of her hard work and training now seemed to be for nothing. Julia looked at Ginger and patted her knee as she approached the house small two story brick house. “It’s not the end of the world, Ginger.” Julia said as she opened the door and hopped out. “It seems like it,” She quickly looked at the white barn surrounded by white PVC fencing. Ginger sighed as she walked up the stairs to enter her home.
Pictures, trophies, and ribbons gracefully adorned the walls and shelves in her home. Her stomach turned as she viewed a framed picture of her holding a champion ribbon and Thunder right beside her. Sooner or later Ginger would have to see Thunder.
The barn door slid open and Ginger peeked inside. There were five wooden box stalls on each side of the aisle. She was usually greeted with a whinny but she couldn’t see nor hear any horses. Putting her hands on the metal bars of the stall she peeked in. Thunder stood at the back of his stall. Ginger grasped the handle of the door and slowly pushed it open. Her hands met the soft muzzle of her horse.
Sorry everyone this is not the best. I notice I keep using words "her" and "she" over and over again and it makes it pretty boring but I've had a terrible case of writers block