Character's Name: Bree Sherwood
Career Shown: Rider
Horse's Name MIEC Lolita Dèprimè
Career Shown: Competitor
Show Tier: Local
Event: Cross Country
Lola huffed as she cantered down the dirt path. It was the the horses and Bree's last day at the show, and they had to end it with a bang. "Just today," Bree though aimlessly as she stared down the hazy road. "Then I can finally go home." She jolted awake as the next jump came into sight. She gritted her teeth and turned Lola straight to the small ditch. Her hands tensed and the mare quietly landed over the small hole. A crowd cheered as the pair cantered to the next jump.
"Lolaaa.." Cooed Bree as the young mare's excitement took over her body. She was getting anxious, for it being her first show. The mare gave out a buck and skipped in the air. Bree clung to the thick mane and held on. "Pleaseeeee don't let me fall off today," she prayed as Lola settled down.
Dust rose up into the air, illuminating the bright sun. It glared down madly at the poor people waiting to see the rest of the horses. Bree wiped away the slight sweat from her forehead and patted Lola's sweaty shoulder. She held the reins tight as the mare caught sight of the baby log up ahead. The sweaty rider squeezed the slowing mare with all her might.
"One-two-threee!" Screeched Bree as she was launched in the air. Lola had leaped in the air like a deer over the tiny log. Even though the jump was impressive for a younger horse, the fall certaintly was a crotch buster. "This is why I don't ride the young ones." Growled Bree as she sucked up the pain and carried on.
Up ahead the dust floated down and stuck to the mud. Next was the water complex, which Candy, Lola's usual rider and had ridden her in the jumping classes, had trained her religiously on. Even though it was rare to see one for the lower levels of cross country, it was a hard for the mare. Water didn't frighten her, in fact it was the opposite. She loved the water, but it was the ripples and splashing she was afraid of.
"Come on," Urged Bree as the water came closer and closer. The first jump was the tallest, and the hardest of the course. The sucking mud made it difficult for a young horse to pick their legs up high enough to clear the obstacle. Lola picked up her pace, making a beeline for the jump. The splashing of the water roared in Bree's ears. But what she didn't hear was the shouting of riders.
THUMP He was there before Bree had even registered the voices. An escaped horse barreled straight into Lola's side. Bree scrabbled for mane, but was too late. The world seem to tip sideways, as if it were a snow globe in a child's hands. SNAP went the old stirrup leathers and Bree went flying. She let out a scream as she splashed into the muddy water. She gasped for air in the murky water. BOOM, a crushing weight fell on the rider's chest as she was pinned to the ground, unconscious....
Beep, beep, beep. Bree gasped and lifted herself off the bed. Dark hands laid her back into the darkness. "The patient is waking up! Hurry!" Vision blurred and darkened, she struggled to look around the bumping room. People in white palpated her body with cold hands.
"Where am I?" She breathed into the mask covering her mouth. Memories off the fall came flooding back into her brain. 'My horse!" She yelled and struggled against the hands holding her down. "Where's my...." Her words trailed off as her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Grap the Life Support....... - Dr. Mesnick hurry!...... - Where's the IV!"