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[Onzy]

The two paramedics sat in the rig, boredom clear on their faces. There was really nothing going on today, but they still had to be on duty. Tyler reached for the walkie-talkie again. Control. This is Angel 6 wondering if there is anything to report, he asked, always restless. Angel 6, keep the airways clear, came the reply. Tyler rolled his eyes, and once again started pacing. Glen looked at him, amusement written on his whole face. You know, maybe you can try being patient for once. It works you know, he joked with his partner of the last 8 years. I'm not the one with the kid, Tyler retorted easily. This type of bantering had been going on for years. You know. This is worse than that day in San Francisco on birthday, Tyler mused. Glen rolled his eyes. Yeah, and then we ended up being shot at by someone with a grudge against paramedics, he added. Tyler threw him a satisfied smirk, and chose not to answer.

Glen wondered how Katie was doing. It was her first day at school, and the eight year old had clearly been excited. She was also promised to spend the last 2 hours of duty with the two. So Uncle Tyler, what is the plan to keep yourself amused? he asked the agitated male, using Katie's name for him. Find a good club later, and hope for better pickings tomorrow. And I am not your bloody uncle, came the strained reply.

You know you need a hobby, Glen told Tyler. Tyler tactfully refused to answer, knowing that he would probably say something... odd. The only thing he wanted was someone to get hurt so that they could actually fire up the rig.

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"Sam.. I don't think you want to ride him. He's a little.. difficult." Ethan warned him, eying Vegas with contempt. The large Vanner stud dared the blonde haired male, causing him to bristle. Sam huffed as he tightened the girth on the horse. "If I don't, nobody will. And he's gotta be exercised, this why he's like he is. The round pen isn't enough. He's been in there every day this week and it hasn't had any effect. He needs proper exercise." The strain in the black haired male's vocals gave away the fact that he was just as nervous as Ethan was. Ethan and Sam had grown pretty close since Sam had come to the academy. They were both based in the stallion barn, due to the fact that they were the only two who were firm enough with the difficult beasts. They shared the same favorites, being Chilli and Brok. And both shared the same distaste for Vegas, the buckskin Gypsy Vanner with disgusting manners. They'd avoided riding Vegas until now. Ethan had managed to stick to the other horses, mainly Chilli as otherwise he got destructive. Casper had an assigned rider, so he was fine. Arson had been ridden by Sam a few times, and they'd had various students in for Brok. But that left Vegas. They'd been given instructions not to let the students ride him, and now it was down to them. Sam had volunteered to do it, much to Ethan's relief. "Okay, we're ready." Sam suddenly announced, causing Ethan to jump. The usually antisocial blonde had become a lot more relaxed under Sam's influence. Of course, if Sam found out what Ethan really was, well let's just say they wouldn't be friends any longer.

Sam led the reluctant stud toward the indoor arena, Ethan following closely behind. Vegas every now and then would swipe his hind leg out to try and catch Ethan. Thankfully then lithe male was swift enough to avoid the attacks. "Your in way over your head." he called to Sam, earning a dark chuckle. "Don't I know it." Letting himself and Vegas into the arena, Ethan hung back and closed the gate after them. He stood on the other side of the fence, for safety more than anything. He'd heard stories about this stallion that he really didn't want to live for himself. He would remain here though, keeping an eye out for Sam and on the insane b*****d he was about to ride. His posture was tense as he watched Sam lead the horse over to the mounting block. Vegas stood unusually still, which made both men more nervous. Sam took a deep breath and pulled down the stirrups. He got up into the saddle and adjusted the girth. Vegas wasn't too fond of that and slammed his heavy hoof repeatedly into the ground.
"Shape up!" Sam scolded, yanking the reins. The stud swished his whipcord in agitation, but stopped with the stamping. Sam then coaxed him into a walk, which was much harder than it sounded. Vegas just didn't want to listen. Eventually they started, much to Ethan's relief. He could sense three times Vegas had been close to throwing Sam, and they hadn't even started yet.

He had Vegas circle the arena in a slow walk five times, and he could feel the stallion relaxing beneath him. At 15 HH, you'd think that Sam would dwarf the brute. But for the lack of height, he made up for it with bulk. The draft heritage of his breed meant that he could carry just about anything. Sam had stupidly let his guard down a little, and Ethan could sense that too. "Shit, not now Sam." he muttered, watching as the pair went into a trot. They quickly went into a canter. All was smooth for the time being. Vegas was eerily responsive, which unnerved Ethan no end. By the expression on the stag's face though, it was pretty obvious he was up to something. He kept flashing looks around himself, and forever making eye contact with Ethan. "No, no, no you sod. Don't you dare." he muttered, watching as the pair rode through the middle of the arena. And then Ethan saw it. The muscles' in the stag's hind coiled, but before Ethan could react Vegas had already launched himself into a frenzy. The hind legs lashed out into a violent buck. Before Sam could recover, though he did stay firmly in the saddle, Vegas threw his front end into a rear. Again, Sam sat it. Ethan would have been impressed if he didn't see the fright on his friends face. Fumbling with the latch on the arena, he kicked the gate in frustration. Vegas was now picking up speed, becoming a rocking horse in his movements. Ethan could see Sam slipping, and his actions became more desperate.

He finally got into the arena, rushing over to the still bucking and rearing beast. Trying to grab the reins, Ethan had to move quickly to avoid the flailing hooves. Finally, Sam was launched from the saddle after a particularly violent buck. Ethan's jaw became slack as he watched the blue eyed male sail through the arena. He slammed into the dirt covered floor, landing face down. "S**t!" Ethan shouted, abandoning his attempts to calm Vegas. The stag had stopped his frenzy now, but was breathing very hard. The stallion looked smug though, and Ethan's blood boiled. He knew it was a bad idea for Sam to ride this damn thing. Rushing to Sam's side, he dropped onto his knees and rolled him onto his side. There was a nasty gash on the side of his face and along his hairline. Sam groaned, but kept his eyes tightly shut. "I'll call a ambulance Sam. Keep still, the blood is coming pretty fast." he blurted, pressing his hand to the gash to stem the bleeding. Sam groaned again, and held his side painfully. It was pretty obvious that one of his arms was broken, the one he was lying on was twisted in a stomach turning angle. Ethan punched '999' into his phone and frantically gave the information to the operator. She promised that someone would be there soon, but asked Ethan to keep pressure on the cuts. Ethan said he would and hung up. "They'll be here now Sam, just hang on a little longer." he said quietly. He pulled out the cloth he remembered he had in his back pocket, he used it to wipe up the messes some of the horses managed to make. Inspecting it, he was glad to see it was clean. Pressing it into Sam's cheek, knowing it was the worst one, he lifted his eyes to meet those of Vegas's. The stallion stood a little way off, no longer so smug. "Your in big trouble boy." Ethan hissed, glaring at the powerful brute.

[Onzy]

Have you ever been diagnosed with ADHD? Glen asked his friend. Tyler was becoming more anxious by the minute, and Glen could see that he needed something to do. A few years ago. When I was in school I had to shut up and sit still. Was the worst years of my life, Tyler answered, but he was agitated. He had already packed the rig according to his methods, and if they had a pack cards, they would at least be playing. Angel 6. A rider has been thrown at Park Equine College. Cuts to cheek and hairline. came the voice over the transmitter. Tyler was the first the answer, This is Angel 6, and we are so on it, before jumping in the rig. I thought it was my turn to drive? he started the argument. It was a daily one. You drove last time remember, came Glen's reply, by which time he already had the lights and sirens on. Pulling on the seat belts, soon the pair were speeding out of town towards the College.

Katie would have had a field day if she were with us, Tyler said. Glen nodded, knowing his daughter was the best way to keep a patient alert. Her constant questions and interrogations made her a perfect candidate for the Spanish Inquisition. Uncle Kevin what happened? Is he going to die? Is he? Is he? Dad, seriously! How big was the horse that threw him? Has broken his back? Is he paralyzed? Dad! Dad! he joked, imitating his daughter. Both laughed. It was a bad idea to raise her in a rig. According to Rabbit, she was just as bad in the helicopter, Tyler replied.

Glen slowed down to take the corners, but soon they were drawing into the College. The scene was not hard to miss, and as they parked, the first thing Tyler noticed was the horse. Big thing, but not tall. Shutting down the sirens, Glen jumped out and grabbed the medic kit. Tyler grabbed the one that contained the monitor and the gurney. Walking across the arena, they started working on the male immediately. How did he fall exactly? Tyler asked. He attached the heart rate monitor, and noted the pulse. It was slowing down. While Tyler was busy with an IV, Glen were cleaning the cuts. The head wound was bleeding sluggishly, a good sign, so he focussed his attention on the cheek.

Just keep the cloth on there, he instructed the blond one. What is your name? he asked the patient. Taking a small torch, he opened each of the man's eyes, and checking vitals. He looked at the other questioningly with the same question. Sir, I need you tell me if anything else hurts. Can you move your legs, or toes? Tyler asked. Is his heart rate picking up? Glen asked Tyler, to which his partner shook his head. Saline flush, and then inject a small amount of adrenaline. He's in shock it seems, Glen spoke as he fixed the neck brace.

After they did all they could on the ground, the pair first transferred Sam onto the board and then the gurney. Does he have any family that we could alert? Tyler asked. Glen was busy checking the male's pulse again. A&E. This is Angel 6. We will be arriving shortly with a riding accident, Glen notified the hospital. Tyler, you're driving! he called to the man, while wheeling Sam to the rig. The adrenaline seemed to be working.

[Sync]

Ethan had calmed now, he was still keeping a wary eye on the stallion. He'd backed off a little now, Vegas was looking a little sorry for himself but Ethan had no sympathy. Keeping pressure on Sam's cheek, the blonde haired male kept flashing looks toward the arena entrance. Finally someone appeared, two people in fact. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, but stayed put. He knew pressure on the cut was essential. "Vegas had an anger fit, though not unusual it was pretty severe. He threw Sam over his head after about a minute and a half." he answered the one's question as detailed as he could. He kept the cloth against Sam's cheek, listening to the instructions closely. When he asked Sam for his name, the black haired male didn't stir. He seemed to have fallen completely unconscious now. "His name is Sam. Sam Holmes." he answered when he was asked the question. "Oh, and I'm Ethan." he added, unsure who's name he'd actually been asking. He didn't offer his last name. Sam gave a groan, returning to the world of the conscious. He forced himself to move his legs, as well as his toes. Pain shot from his right knee. He winced, his lips parting in a silent gasp. "Right knee and left arm." he muttered, knowing from the pain that his arm was broken. He tried to move it, but couldn't.

Ethan backed away when they began to work on him, taking the cloth with him. He went to Vegas, who was standing not far away with his head hung low. Ethan rolled his eyes and grabbed the reins of the horse. Now that Sam was in capable hands, Ethan had relaxed. He watched as they transferred Sam onto the gurney, and then asked one more question. He racked his brain for an answer and then got it. "Yeah. Summer Holmes. She works at the police station." he told them, before retreating further away with Vegas, taking the horse back to the Stallion yard. Sam stirred again, pain shooting through his body. His vision was fuzzy when he opened his eyes, so he shut them tight again. "Summer.." he murmured. "She's gonna kill me." His vocals, even while he was in pain, were hinted with amusement. He groaned again, but felt a lot more stable. Again, darkness captured again and he answered the calls of sleep.

He stirred on various occasions as they made their way to the hospital. He was aware that both his arm and knee were throbbing, and his head had one of the worst headaches he ever experienced rattling around. Thankfully his sides weren't hurting so there was no damage to his ribs. He kept his eyes closed, feeling that as he did this he cut off ties to the reality of what had happened. He knew he should have listened to Ethan, but Sam had felt sorry for the Gypsy Vanner horse. He never got exercise, and wanted to change it. The thing with Sam was that as soon as he was healed, he'd be back on Vegas's back, no doubt ending up in hospital once again. He gave a painful chuckle at that thought.

[Onzy]

Remembering the details of Sam's family, Glen pulled out his phone. It helped to have a wife in the force, and Nancy had an touch of breaking news such as this to people. Hey Nance. Listen I have a Summer Holmes' brother in the rig. We're on the way to A&E. It's not serious, a broken arm, some cuts, and a possibility of torn ligaments in his knee. He talked quickly, noting that there were still a few minutes until they reached the hospital. Hanging up, he checked Sam again. His arm seemed to have had a clean break, but Glen wasn't so sure of the knee injury. It was swollen and had swelled, but it could be a variety of things. So when is Katie coming? Tyler asked from the front. Later. At least she'll keep you busy. Just drive the damn rig, Glen replied, knowing that Tyler was bored already. The action had passed, and now it was back to waiting. Destination time will be in 2 minutes. Please keep all bones, ligaments and failing heart rates in the rig. Thank you, Ty muttered to himself, but loud enough for the people in the back to hear.

Pulling into the emergency entrance, Tyler hopped out, and went to open the back. You sir, look very good for someone who just fell off a horse, Tyler joked once more, earning another look from Glen. The emergency staff were already waiting, and Glen talked quickly as he and Tyler pushed the gurney in. Broken arm, possible ligament tears in his right knee. Cuts that need stitches. Heart rate unstable. We administered 2cc's of adrenaline and a saline flush on the IV. Family is Summer Holmes, Police Force, he just finished as Sam was transferred into the cubicle.

Now for the paperwork, grumbled Tyler. It was as bad as always, and every paramedic hated paper work. It seemed to be endless, and if filled out incorrectly had to be done all over again. And don't draw on it this time Tyler, the nurse said as the pair stood at the nurse's station. Aw, didn't the administrative office appreciate my drawings? Tyler said with a grin. The nurse just looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and continued with the computer.