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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she didn't want to stay here. she was fine. they'd checked her out. she'd done the tests, she'd done the scans and she'd been poked from here to kingdom come by some trainee doctor who had started shaking the second he'd walked into her cubicle. she just wanted to go home, take a shower and get into something a whole lot more flattering and comfortable than a stupid hospital gown. observation, that to her had to be a joke. hadn't they dispelled that rumor that you couldn't sleep when you had a concussion? she'd just set some alarms and wake up and know she wasn't dead. it was that simple. she touched her cheek lightly, feeling the bruise from hitting the ground when she did, well that was going to need a lot of coverage, was all she could think of in the moment. not how much it made her head hurt, how the room spun just a little when she moved her head or how close she'd come to possibly not being around anymore. she didn't want to think about that, if she did it might shake her just enough to worry about getting on the horse again.
she took the opportunity to sneak out of her bed when the nurses left her alone for a moment. she wanted to leave and there was no way they were going to stop her. they couldn't legally keep her here right? she thought she remembered that from somewhere. luckily they'd unhooked the iv before they'd left, thankfully the painkillers they'd dosed her up with after her head scans came back clear from nasties, had gone straight in. she slipped out of bed, catching herself on the bed when her leg threatened to give way under her. she gtitted her teeth and steeled herself against it, forcing herself to take a step so she could see around the space so she could grab her clothes and get gone.
she frowned when she couldn't see them and she took the slow steps to walk out of the cubicle, pushing the curtain back as she walked through it, looking for someone who could tell her where they were. she blinked a little as the desk in front of her took on a hazy, almost double looking tint she pressed her fingers into her eyes for just a second as she limped over to it. she leaned heavily against it with her hands, almost glaring down at the nurse who only noticed her when she looked up from the paperwork she was filling out. "someone took my clothes, can you find whoever took them and tell them to bring them back?" she asked, following the woman with her eyes as she got up hurriedly to walk around the desk to help roxy back to bed. "don't touch me." she said as she swatted the nurses hands away lightly, keeping one hand almost gripped onto the desk. "i want to leave so go find my clothes."
Dallas had been asleep when he'd gotten the call. Ironically, he'd fallen asleep on the sofa, a glass in his hand, his neck drooping at an uncomfortable angle that immediately gave him a crick when he was woken by the piercing ring of his phone. He jerked, spilling the soda water on the sofa and then cursing for it and trying to wipe it off with a clumsy hand, still half asleep. He'd been tempted to drink earlier, more than just the one beer he allowed himself these days, and the temptation had lulled at him enough that he'd gone and poured every alcohol he'd had down the sink to hold off. It wouldn't have stopped him going out to the bar, or calling something in - he had money, it wasn't hard to pay someone to bring you something you wanted in the middle of the night - but being tired had stopped him. Settling down on the sofa and allowing himself to be distracted by a complicated film until the movie had become a blur and he'd drifted off. He usually liked to get himself to bed before he fell asleep, it was always important to be balanced in riding, and falling asleep crooked on the couch would not to wonders for his muscles.
The phone had continued to ring as he put the glass aside and patted the cushions for it. As always, his heart leapt into his mouth a little to know who it was. There were only a limited amount of people who would call him at this time, and there was always that tiny ridiculous twinge that it might be his ex, calling to tell him she was okay, what had happened, that she was sorry, that she was coming back for him. He thought less about it these days though, hoped less for it - didn't want her to come back. Mostly, his thoughts about her now were just what had happened to her, but even those were less. Now he fumbled for the phone and managed to press answer, slapping it to his ear with a rough, "Hello?" He hadn't expected it to be the hospital, and he'd become a whirlwind of motion, luckily still dressed in jeans and a dirty shirt where he'd drifted off before his shower, he donned a jacket, grabbed his keys from the hook and broke some speed limits. Thank God he hadn't been drinking. This was exactly the reason he didn't want to do it anymore.
"don't touch me. i want to leave so go find my clothes." He arrived just in time for the main show and he raised a brow as he approached the scene, giving a small chuckle. "Awe, come on now sis, that's enough of the bitch fitting." He said, not unkindly, as he stepped in to take over from the nurse. "Come on, back to bed you cripple, and behave yourself or next time the nurses might not be so kind of the pain med's for you.. and you might really want them." He warned. Sure, he got where she was coming from, but he also needed her to rest and make sure she was okay.. and also not batter one of the nurses. His bank balance had suffered greatly before to get her out of trouble, he much preferred the idea of not having to do that anymore.
she hated hospitals. with a passion. they meant illness and death. they weren't for healthy people and she was anything but unhealthy. most of the time anyway. injured wasn't sick and she could recover just as well from the comfort of her own bed and her brothers house than she could in a hard as a rock hospital bed being woken every half hour to make sure she was still alive and the constant beeping of the various pointless machines she didn't need around her. she narrowed her eyes as the nurse tried to ignore her swatting and had her brother not suddenly appeared at her side she might have tried to find the strength to do more than swat. "it's not a bitch fit." she said as she felt her grip on the nurses station start to falter so she reached her other hand out to grip it around the front of her brothers jacket tightly. "they're withholding the good stuff anyway." they weren't but she wasn't about to let her brother have the last word on it, no matter how much pain she was in or how close to passing out she might feel, she'd been born with the burning desire to have the final word in just about any conversation.
wait, why was he here though. she hadn't called him. she turned her attention to the nurse who had gone from trying to force her back into her room to staring at her older brother and had she been in a better state of mind she'd probably have said something bitchy to the nurse about him not being that drool worthy but she had more important things to worry about, like staying on her feet, making her way home and finding out how her brother knew she was in here. "i didn't call you." she said as she blinked slightly, as if trying to make sense of how he'd known. logically it made sense, the hospital would have called him but her brain wasn't working logically at the moment. it was drugged, rattled and set on getting the hell out of here. it was then the world seemed to spin just that little more on it's axis and she faltered slightly, not able to help the wince as she leaned a little too heavily onto her injured side. "i just want my clothes."
He barely had to bother to try and avoid her swat, it was weak and pathetic, not nearly as bad as the times she truly meant it. She had a heavy hand when she needed to, which he was happy to know when it came to looking after herself but was less impressed when it was him on the receiving end; though, she didn't pack quite the punch she might have thought she did. He just didn't tell her that. "it's not a bitch fit." Dallas raised a brow and gave her a look that said he didn't believe her. "Uh huh, sure it's not.." He said, glancing down as she released the station to grab the front of his jacket. He reached up to gently pry her fingers open and to take her hand instead, keeping her upright without her strangling him with his collar. "they're withholding the good stuff anyway." He gave a small chuckle, "They always do, you have to be almost dying to get the proper good shit." He'd had enough trips to the hospital to know from his own experiences.
"i didn't call you." Dallas would have put a hand to his heart if his hands weren't busy holding his sister - both to keep her from hitting the deck and to also keep her from decking the help. "Well observed, glad you're memory is in working order then," he said evenly, knowing she must have had some bump to the head to behave in this way. "Come on, back to bed sis. The hospital called because they needed to let someone know you were here - whether you like it or not." He added warningly, having a feeling she was about to argue with him. He saw the falter and the wince and he carefully adjusted his hold to try and help her out. "i just want my clothes." He nodded and gave her a kind smile, "Alright, well I can fix that. But back to bed first or I'll refuse." And he tried to steer her in the right direction.
