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"yeah. can we pick my filly up first? it's only a few minutes away" she gave him a please look as if her sweet voice didn't work in the first place. she stood, brushed herself off, accidentally missing some dirt on her arm, andfollowed him to his truck.
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"Of course." Tyler rolled his eyes, getting in the truck and backing it up to the trailer. He hitched it up quickly and expertly, getting back i
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she took the passenger seat. "thank you" she smiled at him when he got back in.
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Tyler nodded and drove the truck away. "Directions might be helpful" He teased, stopping at the end of the driveway
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(should something happen and they get in an accident before they get the foals?) "oh yeah" she giggled and handed him her phone which had the map pulled up and calling out roads.
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(Sure, we could try that) Tyler pulled out onto the road, looking at the phone occasionally to see where to go. He stopped at a stop sign, looking around and seeing there were no cars so he pulled out. Out of the corner of his vision he saw a car going way to fast, speeding right towards him. He tried to get out if there's but it was too late.. the car hit them right in the side and sent his truck skidding across the road. It was the bigger vehicle, so it didn't flip or roll or anything... but the drivers door was smashed in... along with Tyler. He lay, psssed out almost on the middle consol. His arm was bent as a weird angle and he was bleeding heavily out of various places, including where a glass shard was sticking out his his arm. The person in the other car screamed, jumping out and running to the door, seeing Tyler and trying to call 911 ... but there was absolutely no service. They were in the middle of no where... and no phone could call any number from the middle of no where.
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when the car slammed into them, it had jerked her the wrong way and her head went straight through the passenger window, her spine twisted so every move sent needles up and down her back. she screamed in agonizing pain and she couldn't look to see if Tyler was ok. she couldn't even move her head to look at her now numb legs. she screamed at another burst of needles and the woman came to her. her husband ran to a gas station right down the road and called 911 on their phone
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There was a faint cry of an amubulande, it came screaming yo and stopped. They extracted Abby first, holding her in such a way it didn't move her back at all. Then they looked at Tyler's side. The door had been crushed in, pinning him in between the seat and the consol. He was very, extremely... out. Knocked out passed out blacked out whatever you want to call it. The medics went in through Abby's side, bending the door back out and taking Tyler out. They whispered to each other, "Internal bleeding... broken arm... severe outer bleeding.. brain damage possible... for the girl... broken spine... should be able to fix... no paralyzation... hope they're okay..." the murmured grew quieter as they were rushed off to the nearest hospital.
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Abby looked around the hospital room after the surgery. she couldn't move and felt numb. her head throbbed and she couldn't feel her feet. she could barely move her fingers around. she listened to the moniter beeps as it tracked her heart. she eyed a stand with fluid running through it. she looked out the window at the sky, nice and blue. "how could it be so happy and pretty now...?" she managed to mumble. "and why can't i feel my feet... my toes... my legs... my head, oh, my head... it hurts..." a solitary tear slid down her cheek.
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Tyler woke up. He was surrounded by surgeons and doctors, specialists of all kinds. When he opened his eyes, they all stopped talking. A male one cleared his throat and started, "Ahem, Tyler Carter, correct?" He asked. - Tyler opened his mouth to speak and pain flared through his head. He took a shallow breath.. immediately knowing his ribs were broken. Finally he croaked out a feeble, "Yes.." - The doctor looked sad. "Tyler, you took the brunt of the accident. The women in the truck with you.. her spine is broken but we can fix that within a couple months. She will walk and be perfectly fine. You, on the other hand... you have some serious injuries. Many of your ribs are broken, you have some brain damage that might impact memory, you have severe internal bleeding, which he have done surgery on.. so that shouldn't be a problem anymore. Outer bleeding.. just a bunch of glass stuck all over. And last but not least, a very broken arm. It took the brunt of the blow." The doctor finished. - Tyler sighed, pain flaring in his chest. "I'm.. just glad.. Abby's.. okay.." he murmured, every word hurting more than the last. With the at the pain became too great, and he passed out
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