Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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This wasn't exactly how Shiloh had planned to spend her Friday night, but needs must. She wasn't a doctor or anything but it didn't need a degree to take one look at Mal's leg to know that he needed more than a bandage. It wasn't something she could wrap up and make better. Dei was at work, and so was Theia, she'd bothered Mal to go out for drinks as she felt like she was moping in the dorms without her usual full house of people cluttering up her room. As much as she bitched about it sometimes, they were her family and she also loved it. Of course, there'd been a fight. She didn't know how it had happened this time, she'd only left him for five minutes, but when she'd returned with two drinks in either hand, someone was on the floor and Mal was hopping like he couldn't put weight on one of his feet. She'd be pissed - she'd only just paid for the drinks and then they were getting kicked out, and for once she wasn't even involved.
But then they'd gone outside, and she'd seen the angle of his foot and just known that the night wasn't over by a long shot. "Hospital." That fated word. She didn't get why he never wanted to concede defeat and just go. Granted, they all fixed each other up plenty, but sometimes the hospital was just that much easier; the free drugs were pretty sweet too in her opinion, as much as she wasn't keen on the place either. She'd all but shoved Mal into the front seat of her fancy sports car, texting Dei back that she could handle it when he'd asked if she needed a man's help - duh, she was a woman, and women were so much better. Her driving could have been better but she thought she did pretty well considering the amount of alcohol she'd chucked back just hours before. She parked badly across two spots - actually doing so on purpose to give them more room and stop someone parking next to her. As she switched off the engine, she looked at Mal with a frown. "Are you going to make me drag you out or are you going to quit being a baby?"
Tonight was turning out to be one of the worst nights he had this year, and he'd had a few. He hadn't even wanted to go out drinking tonight which for him was rare; he had already been out the night before and had plans to go out on the Saturday, his liver could have done with the break plus he'd had a long day at work. All he'd wanted to do was get to the dorms, fall into bed with a heavy joint and eat the contents of his snack cupboard. Unfortunately for him, the infamous blonde down the hall had other plans - dragging him out of his bed to go for a drink. Third choice as well, how rude.
They'd gotten to the club, which was busier than usual, even for a Friday night and it was an effort to even move through the place, nevermind the bar. He'd stared down enough people to let Shiloh elbow her way to the bar while he waited near the dance floor. Mal had patiently been waiting for his drink when a group of drunken lads had come stumbling past, knocking into him. He'd shoved them back, telling them to watch where they're going and one had decided to be ballsy and square off to him. Malachai clocked him in the jaw with his right first and the rest of the clowns had pounced on him. He'd managed to shove most of them out of the way when he felt himself being dragged sideways as one of them grabbed onto him for balance, causing him to stumble down the step from the bar area to the dance floor. He landed awkwardly on his ankle and felt it give way even more from the pressure of the other guy's foot standing on it as he tried to save himself. He felt something snap and grimaced in pain, refusing to cry out in pain in a crowd of people.
Shi came over with the drinks at the same time as the bouncers began kicking them out. "Hospital." He was in too much pain to hear what she'd said as she hustled him into her car, driving him to the dreaded place. "Are you going to make me drag you out or are you going to quit being a baby?" He stared at the building out of the window and huffed. He wasn't drunk enough to be there. "I don't need to. I'm fine, it's just a sprain." He said, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his foot and the sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
She was surprised he hadn't fought her this far, but Shiloh could only attribute that to the pain he was in - it said enough that she'd got him this far without argument. She stared at him expectantly for an answer, waiting to find out what kind of right this was going to be to actually get him inside. Getting him here without a tantrum was one thing, but getting him past the doors was another story altogether. At least he was lucid enough to know where he was, though out of the many lads she knew, he wasn't too much of a baby about pain. Some of them couldn't even handle a paper cut without the lower lip quivering. Shiloh thought they should try being female for a month.
"I don't need to. I'm fine, it's just a sprain." Shiloh raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Are we really going to play this game?" her sharp gaze assessed him, looking him over with that same disdainful expression. "Your face says otherwise, or is that swear attributed to alcohol instead of pain?" she rolled her eyes and got out, coming around to Mal's side and opening his door like some kind of damn parent. Urgh. But, reluctant or not he was her friend and there was a weird little part of her that didn't like seeing him hurt and refused to take him home without getting him checked out. "You can't walk on it Mal and even that's beyond my capabilities. What's so bad about a hospital?" she offered him her hands, pressing her lips together daring him to fight.
He huffed and tried to ignore the somersault feeling in his stomach as his anxiety began to rise. He was regretting not downing a few drinks before the blonde had dragged his ass out of bed. He was too sober to be at the hospital. If he’d have been drunk it would have been a lot easier to go inside. He pushed down the anxiety and focused on the shooting pains in his ankle, distracting his mind. "Are we really going to play this game? Your face says otherwise, or is that swear attributed to alcohol instead of pain?" He shot her a glare as she came around to his side of the car. ”I’m stone cold sober blondie, we got kicked out before I could even take a sip.” He grumbled. "You can't walk on it Mal and even that's beyond my capabilities. What's so bad about a hospital?" He glanced towards the hospital entrance again then back to her. ”I just don’t like them. . no but I can hop, we go in, we get crutches, we leave.” He reluctantly took hold of her hands and pushed his weight into his good foot, getting out of the car.
She rolled her eyes at the huff, but didn't comment. He clearly had something up his butt about being here, and hospitals - she wasn't sure if it was the building or the people, but his aversion to them was too obvious to be the general 'I can't be assed to go'; which happened more often than not with their group. She had no issue with needling him about it, but there was a ...albeit tiny... part of her that had an inkling she could only push him so far on this. She would quite happily patch up her friends on many occasions, but setting potentially broken bones was beyond her pay grade. "I might have a mean cross-stitch but I draw the line at x-ray vision," besides, even if they knew for sure if it was broken or not, things under the skin could mean other complications. She might not like the guy but she loved him in a weird way, like all her friends, and she'd be a little miffed if he died because he refused to walk through some doors.
Through will-power alone she ignored his glare, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder instead and smiling at him sweetly. ”I’m stone cold sober blondie, we got kicked out before I could even take a sip.” She made a fake sad face, "awe, boo hoo." Then sighed, "so you can't lie that the sweat you're covered in isn't from pain." Which was absurd. She watched him consider his options, waiting expectantly for him to accept her hands. ”I just don’t like them. . no but I can hop, we go in, we get crutches, we leave.” This time she couldn't help but pull a face, "yes yes you giant baby," She waved off his words with her expression - as her hands were full with his. She grabbed him and hefted him as best she could to his feet, then out the way of the door so she could nudge it shut with a hip, not bothering to lock it right then. She slung one of his arms around her shoulders and curled the other around his side in a more comfortable way to help him hobble in.
"God you weight a tonne," She complained, not that he did really but she knew that the more she could piss him off and berate him, the more he might not notice they were crossing the threshold as the doors opened and a rush of stale cool air hit her. She curled her lip. Hospitals did suck. Then she forced him to turn left toward A&A, almost dragging him over to the receptionist. "Hi... possible broken ankle or something equally hideous. If you can bump him to the top of the queue that'd be great appreciated. He's not good with pain and might faint any second, and I haven't had enough protein to hold onto him. The last thing I need is for him to crack his head open on your floor next too," She pulled her usual acting bullshit through to look both harassed and innocent; people didn't get bumped unless they were dying, but if that didn't do the trick she had others up her metaphorical sleeves.
"I might have a mean cross-stitch but I draw the line at x-ray vision," His eyes narrowed at the memory of her stitching up his head and he refrained from coming out with a snarky comment. He looked down at his feet, scowling as he saw the injured one had already swelled up considerably. If he ever saw the drunken fool that started this mess he’d be knocking him into the middle of next week. , "awe, boo hoo. so you can't lie that the sweat you're covered in isn't from pain." He looked back up with a slight frown as he touched the back of his hand to his forehead. He hadn’t even noticed the beads of sweat that had begun to form on his skin. "yes yes you giant baby," He grabbed onto her hands a little too tight for that comment as he steadied himself before limping towards the hospital.
"God you weight a tonne," He rolled his eyes ”It’s not my fault you don’t work out.” He muttered. As they passed the threshold, his grip on her tightened slightly as the familiar smell hit him, bringing up memories he’d rather forget. Malachai hopped over to the desk and rested his forearms on it, taking the weight off of his feet. . "Hi... possible broken ankle or something equally hideous. If you can bump him to the top of the queue that'd be great appreciated. He's not good with pain and might faint any second, and I haven't had enough protein to hold onto him. The last thing I need is for him to crack his head open on your floor next too," His face had paled since walking in which helped Shiloh’s case to the woman behind the desk. ”She’s right, good chance I might throw up too.”
She raised her eyebrows expectantly as he discovered the perspiration, as if to say 'told you so' without needing to say the words. She didn't appreciate the death grip he had on her hands though, narrowing her eyes slightly as she mentally grumbled that either his pain threshold had suddenly lowered or he was trying to be an asshole. It was tempting to shoulder off his arm and drop his ungrateful ass on the hard tiled floor, but then he might start crying and she really was not drunk enough to deal with that. ”It’s not my fault you don’t work out.” Shiloh rolled her eyes, "Who says I don't?" The gym membership she rarely used did. She was one of those lucky bitches who kept the weight off by existing; likely all the asshole comments she made - and she felt the nightly club dancing had something to do with it. She ate; most of the time. There was no need to go the whole skinny pretty blonde stereotype by adding 'eating disorder' to the list.
Shiloh released him for a moment as he handled his own shit whilst she spoke. When she glanced at him again, his pasty, sickly looking face certainly helped her cause. The other drab looking morons in the waiting room didn't look half as bad - probably had nothing better to do with their time than be here killing time. Hypochondriacs. ”She’s right, good chance I might throw up too.” Shiloh pulled a face at his announcement, jerking a thumb to him as she turned back to the receptionist. "FYI, I have a pretty decent gag reflex," She smirked and raised her eyebrows at the tease, "but I don't do vomit. Once he goes, I'll go." She warned. She really didn't. She rarely threw up, she had to be really ill to get that far, and when it was someone else she'd check through the door if they weren't dead - if they really needed her she'd do it, she'd hold back their hair... luckily most of her friends could hold their shit together when it came to alcohol. The receptionist seemed about to argue and Shiloh gave Mal a nudge under the desk with her elbow. "Oh God, you're about to blow, aren't you..." She made as if to take a step back just in case - leaving him to his own devices - and then the woman caved with a quick alright, alright, and grabbed a chart, almost throwing it at Shi with more aggression than was required. Shiloh shot her a glare as she took it.
Take a seat, fill this out, you'll get called shortly. Shiloh gave her a sarcastic smile but didn't bother to thank her. She offered Mal her arm again for reluctant help as they shuffled toward some chairs that were free. She slumped into one beside him with a yawn and gave her eyes a rub so she could read the tiny print. Her gaze glanced over the questions, but she surprisingly didn't need to ask him anything as she wrote down his name.. his date of birth... his address... his emergency contact - well it wasn't going to be his parents - though it was tempting to put down 'weed' with the 'prescribed meds'.
”Who says I don't”? Malachai rolled his eyes with a snort and lifted brow. ”Your lack of strength gave it away.” He leant his body weight on the desk while he waited for the receptionist to sign them in. "but I don't do vomit. Once he goes, I'll go." His face paled from the pain he was in as he zoned out while Shiloh dealt with the stubborn woman behind the desk. . "Oh God, you're about to blow, aren't you..." He felt her nudge and looked back to the woman, lifting his hand to his mouth as if he was about to vomit. He’d clearly looked convincing – probably because the pain was making him actually feel sick. He watched as she threw a chart at Shiloh and ushered them along. He refrained from rolling his eyes at her as he limped over to a chair with the help from shiloh’s arm. He dropped down into the seat, slouching slightly before pulling the chair next to him – the one Shiloh wasn’t on – in front of his legs so he could prop it up. He peered over her shoulder as she filled in the form, half impressed she actually knew that much about him. ”Aw you do pay attention” He mocked.
”Your lack of strength gave it away.” She rolled her eyes, "Oh yeah like you're Mr Macho Man." He might not be in bad shape but he wasn't all rippling muscles and bulging biceps. She would know, she often found herself in the arms of a jock; they were plenty big enough. Not that she would want to be some super strong Mrs Incredible anyway; she was able enough to fight off unwanted attention, and that was enough for her. She had always been lucky enough to be slim, she didn't think of it as luck - it was just another part of her that was perfect - nobody wanted muscles on a girl.
She left him to his own devices as he sorted himself out and she started work on his ridiculous chart. At first she figured he had passed out or was people watching, letting out a sigh as she felt him peer over her shoulder; maybe not. ”Aw you do pay attention” Shi's eyebrows dropped and she ignored him for a moment as she continued down the rest of his chart, ticking no to their general 'have you got every awful illness under the sun' questions as she then signed her life away at the bottom. "You don't give me a choice, you never shut up about yourself." She muttered, and she leaned back in the chair when she was finished, a little bit horrified herself that she hadn't had to ask him a single question. Not disturbing at all. Her eyes drifted to the vending machine, "chocolate?" she shot his green tinged face a smirk.
"Oh yeah like you're Mr Macho Man." He rolled his eyes and shrugged. He knew he wasn't the most muscular guy, his lifestyle choices didn't exactly help in that department, he enjoyed drinking, smoking and eating way too much to be completely shredded or gain enough muscle but he at least had the genetics to not pile the weight on. That, paired with occasionally hitting the gym gave him a leaner build. "You don't give me a choice, you never shut up about yourself." He smirked "You can talk, your favourite subject is you." He was surprised about what she knew, sure most of it was surface level stuff and easy to remember but he rarely spoke about his past and had only brought up his parents a couple of times. Maybe she did like him after all. He shifted his leg on the chair and got comfortable while they waited, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. "chocolate?" He looked at the vending machine and pulled a face before turning his head to face her, narrowing his eyes. "i'll pass spawn of satan." He muttered, clocking on to what she was trying to do.
She raised a brow at his shrug, waiting for a sarcastic comment that didn't come. In his defence he actually looked pretty good naked. Not that she would ever tell him that. Give him an even more ridiculous ego. But they'd all seen each other naked plenty from the casual way they walked in on each other so frequently - not even when they were going out for the night. Shi never cared, she loved her body and had no issue with showing it off. Plus there was the little fact of how many of them has slept with each other and seen it anyway - not her and Mal of course but aside from Theia they all connected in that way somehow. Alisha probably the most. Some people turned their lip up at it, thinking it to be incestuous. But to Shi, sex was just sex and none of them had any relation to each other by blood. What could you expect to happen when you put together such a good looking bunch of young adults who all liked to drink and sleep around? She was surprised Theia had held out for so long but now that she had that Joe boy she knew Theia was set.
"You can talk, your favourite subject is you." She gave a small snort and a shrug. "I'm just giving the people what they want - everyone wants to know everything about me." and she was vain enough to believe it too. She finished the forms and saw him shift, likely uncomfortable but not something she could do much to help with. She smiled sweetly at his look when she paused in front of the vending machine. "i'll pass spawn of satan." she gave a dramatic sigh as she picked out a Bounty. "I prefer Queen of Hell, if you don't mind young pawn." She smirked and returned to her chair next to him with the chocolate, glancing over to the woman at the counter with an impatient expression. It had already been too long and she deliberately glanced to her watch when the woman caught her eye. "She gets five minutes and then...times up." Her tone wasn't rude and anyone who didn't know her would think nothing of it. But Mal would here it - that warning tone that something Wicked this way would come if she didn't get her way... pronto. "Can you hold on five minutes?" She asked with genuine concern as she glanced pointedly to the leg. He did look awfully green and as much as she ribbed him and he pissed her off on the daily, he was family.
"I'm just giving the people what they want - everyone wants to know everything about me." He snorted and rolled his eyes at his vanity. "Course they do." He agreed sarcastically. "I prefer Queen of Hell, if you don't mind young pawn." He half smirked in response. "I'm not a pawn thank you very much. I answer to nobody." Shi may have liked to believe she had every body under her thumb but he was far from it. It was just easier to go along with her shit most days. "She gets five minutes and then...times up." He smirked again as he looked in the direction of the receptionist. If anything was going to distract him from the pain it would be a full blown Shiloh bitch fit aimed in someone else's direction for once. "Can you hold on five minutes?" He glanced at her, hiding the surprise at the concern in her voice. It was hard to remember she wasn't always an ice queen. "Yeah. . I can manage." He said, closing his eyes briefly to ward off the pain.
"Course they do." She smirked at his agreement and gave him a smug look, not caring that he was being sarcastic. "I'm not a pawn thank you very much. I answer to nobody." She snorted and turned her head, giving him a pointed look. "You answer to me," She responded. They all did really, even if they didn't think so. People were easy to maneuver and manipulate, and though she did not do that to her friends it was generally because she didn't need to, or with them it was more persuading and cajoling than anything else. She liked them after all - loved them actually, as much as she was capable of loving people. Besides, it went both ways. She would do anything for her people.
Like knock a bitch about for being rude and not bumping them up the triage queue. "Yeah. . I can manage." Shi nodded and shifted in her seat slightly, "I didn't think to bring anything, but I guess it's probably best you didn't take things." She could have got him some weed, or some heavy ass pain meds, but the hospital would find out soon enough and then there'd be questions. It would be better than what they could provide here, aside from maybe morphine, but Mal looked particularly ill. As the clock struck five minutes, true to word, Shi sighed and uncrossed her legs, gathering herself up and all her mighty bitchiness, ready to lose her shit.
She stalked over to the desk, fixing a fake ass powder puff smile on her face as she took her 'no bullshit' stance in front of the woman. "I gave you five minutes, whether you knew it or not. Time's up." She announced, seeing the confusion on the clerk's face. "My friend over there, will be next in, or I'll make sure that not only are you are called in for every night shift, every bank holiday, every late notice cover and all that bullshit. I'll make A&E on every day the most ridiculous party of assholes and crazies you could ever hope to dream of. A living nightmare. And if you don't think it's possible, that I could do that, have that influence, then I can't wait to prove you wrong." She loved that look. That speechlessness they get when they couldn't decide if Shi was lying or just being petulant or what. Instead, she just shook her head slightly, made a quick call and a doctor came scurrying out of a room. "Malachai Zeklos?" They called, peering around for their next patient. Shi smirked in triumphant, "pleasure doing business." She snorted as she left the woman and went back over to Mal, offering a reluctant arm to help him.
"You answer to me," He half snorted, half grunted as his ankle throbbed again. ”Yeah,that’s what I let you believe.” He’d manipulated people for most of his adult life, his friends were no different, he just so happened to care somewhat about them. "I didn't think to bring anything, but I guess it's probably best you didn't take things." He forced a smirk on his face at the thought of the doctor finding all sorts in his blood if they did a test. ”Yeah better not.” He wasn’t in the mood to spend more time than he actually needed to in the godforsaken place. "I gave you five minutes, whether you knew it or not. Time's up. My friend over there, will be next in, or I'll make sure that not only are you are called in for every night shift, every bank holiday, every late notice cover and all that bullshit. I'll make A&E on every day the most ridiculous party of assholes and crazies you could ever hope to dream of. A living nightmare. And if you don't think it's possible, that I could do that, have that influence, then I can't wait to prove you wrong." He watched as the blonde stalked over to the desk, shifting slightly in his seat to try and hear what she was saying. He could make out bits and pieces but judging by her body language, she was threatening the woman behind the desk. "Malachai Zeklos?" He looked towards the door as his name was called out and his smirked in Shiloh’s direction, tipping his head slightly in a thanks. Bitch could work the system alright. He used his hands to push himself off the chair then took hold of Shilohs arm as he limped into the triage room.
She raised a pointed brow at his snort. ”Yeah,that’s what I let you believe.” She rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. He might think like that, like he wasn't in the thick of their friendship group, letting her sway him like she did to everyone, but she knew that if she needed him, he'd be there just like any of the others would. Ready to have her back. That was what mattered. ”Yeah better not.” at least he agreed, so there was that, she didn't care if he got pulled up on the drugs in his system, but she didn't want to spend all her time here, and there was only so much sway she had in regards to not having the police called on them, or some other bullshit.
Shi gave a triumphant smirk as Mal tipped his head to her - pleased he'd acknowledged her hard work - and it hadn't even been that hard. She'd had worse cases to break through in the past. She stood before him, letting him get to his own feet without her influence and then being nice and allowing him to take her arm again. She helped him down the hallway, following the nurse who had called out his name. She didn't bother to ask if he wanted her in there or not, she kept the door open with a shoulder and entered the private consultation room, depositing Mal into a chair and settling into the one next to him so he could do his talking. He wasn't invalid enough to need her to do that.
