I hear the whirr of the helicopter blades slow as we descend to our final destination, Tavistock hospital. As the blades came to a stop. I looked at the paramedic beside me, the one who was talking to me on the moor. when the side door opened, they told me to sit still and try not to move while they pulled the stretcher out. I braced myself for the bumps and the pain that would for sure creep up my back but none came. When I reopened my eyes I saw the white halls of the hospital rush past as the nurses run with my stretcher to an operating theatre. My eyes are wide and my heart is beating at a million beats a minute as they stop in the front room of the theatre and they asked me to stay calm while they put a mask over my mouth. How the hell was I meant to stay calm?! I literally couldn't feel my legs! They put the mask over my nose and mouth and I felt the laughing gas creep down my airways and my eyes fluttered shut as I drifted into unconsciousness. I woke up in a white room with powder blue curtains, I tried to sit up again to get a better view of my surroundings, but I felt something jerk back in my arm, I looked down to find an IV drip in my arm, and my back feels stiff, I try bending over but can't. I have a slinking suspicion that I broke my back when I fell. I laid back down and looked at the clock next to me, it was 5:00 in the morning and my mother was snoring next to me on a couch bed. I tapped her on the shoulder, trying to wake her up. She moaned and turned over to face me, her eyes grudgingly opening. I asked her
"Mum, is King okay?"
She smiled "He is fine honey, he only got a scratch on his hock, nothing major. But what really matters is you. How do you feel?"
I rolled my eyes " Mum I'm fine, I probably only fractured my spine and fully paralysed my legs." I gave her a grin and laughed at her concerned expression, which sounds really mean, but you should have seen her face!
"Honey, the doctors say you will never be able to walk again, let alone ride.." She grimaced and braced herself for my reaction, which I felt bubbling up inside me, my eyes threatening to flood the room with my tears.
"But...King...I CAN'T NOT RIDE!!!" My tears flowing, cheeks red with anger, my mother flinched, yet anticipating this reaction. My mind was blown, I couldn't not ride! King was my life! My best friend! The doctors had to be wrong. I tried to swing my legs over the side of the bed, but they wouldn't work, and I groaned loudly. My mother yelled at me to stay still and I sighed and straightened my back back onto the bed, tears still streaming down my face. I hiccuped and started to weep. My mother gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. A nurse came in and took my temperature and flipped me over so I didn't lose my circulation I tried to go back to sleep, and after hours of trying, I finally drifted off into dreamland.
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Wild Hearts
AdventureEllie is galloping across the moor when her horse spooks at a squirrel and rears, she is squashed under the weight of her horse for about 2 minutes but then she managed to crawl out She uses her cell to call the ambulance, but she already knows her...
