"It's ok and it's my right arm" she watched him and stood thier as much as she wanted to find her horse.

Peter reached for Jules' good arm. "Do you want to sit in front or behind me?" He hoped she wasn't afraid to get back on a horse. Not that he could blame her if she was.

"I- uh I'll walk" she wiggled put of his grasp and kept walking.

"I really don't think you should. Your leg's obviously getting worse the more you use it. Are you scared to ride or is it me you don't want to be near?" He asked quietly.

She stopped and turned, "I don't want to ride ok?" Happy?" she kept walking even more angry then before

"And I don't want you to cause greater damage! Not that I meant for you to get hurt at all. I hope you know that.." Peter sighed

"Its fine Peter! I DONT WANT TO RIDE!"'she yelled at him angry, and started jogging down the path.

"I give up! Time for the professionals" Peter shouted back and called an ambulance. He regretted not doing so immediately.

She kept walking down the path and then decided to go in the woods, she cut the path and wondered in.

Peter hung back, figuring she'd try to go even faster if she saw him following. How had the day he'd been so looking to turned into such a disaster?