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(lol its fine) The alarm started going off and Marco rushed to put his horse up, heading inside before grabbing his keys and darting out, forgetting to grab a shirt in the process as he drove over to where she was. |
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She laid on the cold, hard ground, not leaving her beloved horse. She was unconscious, and badly hurt. |
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Marco parked his truck behind her, calling 911 and getting out to see what happened. |
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She laid on the ground, out cold, hand in the reins, foot twisted in the stirrup. |
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Marco dragged her into the grass, her horse getting up once she was off. "Hey, easy now," He murmured to it, stroking the horse's muzzle before tying it's reins to his truck. |
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The horse limped along, his, as it was a stallion, leg as broken. He pinned his ears back, foaming at the mouth. |
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"Oh shit," He muttered, knowing it'd be best to put it out of it's misery. Marco opened his center console and grabbed his gun, deciding against it and shutting his door back just as the ambulance pulled up. |
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(DAMN---) Once at the hospital, and after two different surgeries, Liliana finally came too, in her hospital room. She was on heavy ass pain meds. "The fucknuckles...?" She grumbled. |
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(lol T-T) Marco was pacing, still no shirt which was normal, as many others came to the er without them, forgotten at their homes in the chaos of emergency. |
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"Marco...?" She grumbled, groggily. "What the fuck am I doing here...?" |
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