Willa
Windy Acres Ranch – Twenty four
"Crazy mother trucker undercover lover...She’s country!”
Willa's eyes rolled around behind closed lids, tryinig to see something, anything at all. She could feel movement, hear words but could not register them. Couldn't understand. It made her frustrated and extremely upset. By the time she felt ready to punch somthing, a light was being shown into her eyes, and she could finally understand words and people talked to her. "Willa. Willa you need to wake up." They would call. Another voice spoke over the rest, "Ms. Conner we need you awake." She pushed hard on the walls, feeling weaker and weaker.
"Keep her connected to the monitors. We cannot lose her." The words were hard to swallow, but Willa knew that she really had no intention of dying at all. No matter how much she hated her life sometimes, she never wanted to end it. She could feel tears forming, and wasnt sure if the people could see them. But she didn't care if they did. Willa knew that these people were doctors and nurses, they were there to help her and she had to help in return.
"Ms. Conn-" The man stopped. "There you go Willa." Her eyes fluttered open and she was finally able to register everything. Her vision was clearing, but a little fogged from the tears. "Ma'am, you have three cracked ribs, one on the right and two on the left." They began. "You also have a concussion, along with a bloody nose, and badly bruised jaw." Thank goodness that was all. "We are going to clean you up, and figure out what happened." And they did.
It took almost two hours, but Willa had been able to tell them what happened, though she couldnt remember every single detail. The concusion had only given her a bit of memory loss, but it would hopefully regain. She didn't remember anything after her head had hit whatever it was. Soon, they left her to get changed into her clothes and told her to walk to the desk when finished.
A nurse went out to inform Brenton. "You were the man that came in for Willa." It wasn't a question, for she remembered him, and gave him the briefing. "To calm your nerves, Willa is OK." She smiled at him, hoping that the tightness of his body. "She suffered a concusion that has caused her to lose only bits of her memory. Small details. She has three cracked ribs." The woman held an x-ray up to the light and pointed to each cracked rib, "One on the right,"She pointed to the crack that had only gone halfway through. "And two on the left, an upper and lower." Those two cracks were more jagged and closer to breaking through. "Her jaw bone is badly bruised, and the gash on her forehead had to be stitched with seven stitches." On her forehead, just above her right eye, the nurse pointed. "Basically, she isn't allowed to do anything very strenuous and cannot sleep for long periods of time for the next four days." She looked at the man and to his left hand. There was no ring so she wasn't sure what he was to Willa. "Now, she needs to be woken up three - four times at night to make sure she is okay. This is no reason to get worried, it is a precaution so that the brain does not swell any more. If it does, it can cause death," She quickly fixed her statement, "we do not feel that will happen but again, its a precaution." With a worried look, she continued. "I am not sure if you are her fiance, boyfriend or what but she does seriously need some one with her. Also, she is under a lot of mental stress at the moment. Willa told us what happened and we have contacted the police to keep them aware of the situation." With that, the woman smiled and patted his shoulder. "If you have any questions feel free to call the hospital." She walked off down the halls to her next patient.
Willa sat up on the hospital bed. At least the visit had been short, and though she remembered something about Matt being here, she couldn't bring herself to see him. Not in her state. She looked in the mirror and grimaced at the ugly sight of her face. Will hoped that Brent wouldn't see her like this and that he had left, making her have to take a taxi. Her face was clean but stitched and her jaw was swollen bluish purple. Each breath was agonizing. They had not put any sort of tight bandage on her ribs, hoping they would heal on their own.
As best she could, without breaking down or judging herself, Willa walked out to the front desk to check herself out when she saw Brent. Her brows pointed downward and the pain in her eyes would have been noticable by anyone with a brain. She turned back to the paper, finishing then slowly made her way to Brent, looking down.
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱
