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After all the horses crossed the wire at the Flinders Cup, Nichi pulled up suddenly. Colton almost fell off the back of the big black stallion as he did so and he shifted so he could dismount easily and feel the stallion up. It wasn't hard to see what the problem was because the stallion, though he was breathing hard and drenched in sweat, was holding up his left foreleg and only tentatively touching the ground with the very tip of his hoof.
"Oh no..." Colton worried at his lip as he took his helmet off, slowly guiding Nichi out of the way so the other horses could cool down. He bent down and ran his hands over the forelock, which had the stallion bellowing in pain. It had to be bad for Nichi to be acting the way he was. Standing back up, with the leg in his hand he yelled over at the steward, "Call the vet!!"
Nichi's head fell, his eyes downcast, all he wanted to do was lay down and will the pain away but standing there fully exhausted he knew he was at the mercy of his humans. He just hoped that they didn't discard him like his last people did. Soon he saw the other humans joining him, the ones from his team and they were in a flurry of motion.
Waylon took his saddle off and tossed it to the ground, carefully washing him down while they waited for the vet. "Easy boy, you just relax now. We're going to take good care of you."
All Nichi could manage to do was let out a big shuddering breath before he felt his knees start to shake, he just wanted to go down and accept the fate he knew was coming. But then he felt a hard shoulder in his side, followed by hands and another shoulder. His team was keeping him standing and he twisted his head to get a look, this was not like his previous injury, they were treating him very different and he wasn't sure what he thought about it.
About then the equine ambulance showed up and they carefully loaded him up, Waylon hopping inside to stay with his prized stallion.
"Colt, Harley take care of the other horses, I'll call as soon as we know something." He shifted to start rubbing Nichi's cheek and talked to him softly, "You hang in there big guy. We're going to get you healed, get you better." Big brown eyes stared at him before he closed them and leaned into his trainer's touch, maybe he really would heal and get better from this.
Waylon spent hours at the vet with Nichi, making sure everything was alright and finding out what had caused his horse pain. When the vet came back with answers it wasn't nearly as grave as he was afraid it would be, in fact it wasn't that grave at all. The stallion had suffered a strained suspensory ligament in his left fetlock, causing him pain and swelling but ultimately it was an injury that the stallion could recover from.
Relief washed over the Fox Harbor team and as soon as he was deemed able to travel they loaded him up and shipped him home to recover. Two weeks, two weeks and a special shoe while he did so was all he'd require. But of course the team was going to give him longer to rest, longer to heal, and hopefully a bit of time to get his spirit back.
When he arrived home thunder and lightning rolled in the distance, an uncharacteristically aggressive storm for winter in Kentucky, but as the rain pounded against his back Nichi just walked with his head low. He'd run his heart out in that race, but right now all he felt was the uncertainty of his future.
Waylon watched Harley lead their stallion to the barn and he frowned, "We can't let him lose this fight."
"What do you mean dad?"
"Look at him, he used to prance with his head high full of piss and vinegar. Now? His head is low, he's moving slower than his injury requires, and he hasn't even tried to bite anyone. He's in a fight for his life, and he doesn't even know it. We can't let him lose."
Harley frowned and looked at the stallion he was leading leaning over and rubbing a hand against his shoulder, "We won't. We'll fight for him."
"Oh no..." Colton worried at his lip as he took his helmet off, slowly guiding Nichi out of the way so the other horses could cool down. He bent down and ran his hands over the forelock, which had the stallion bellowing in pain. It had to be bad for Nichi to be acting the way he was. Standing back up, with the leg in his hand he yelled over at the steward, "Call the vet!!"
Nichi's head fell, his eyes downcast, all he wanted to do was lay down and will the pain away but standing there fully exhausted he knew he was at the mercy of his humans. He just hoped that they didn't discard him like his last people did. Soon he saw the other humans joining him, the ones from his team and they were in a flurry of motion.
Waylon took his saddle off and tossed it to the ground, carefully washing him down while they waited for the vet. "Easy boy, you just relax now. We're going to take good care of you."
All Nichi could manage to do was let out a big shuddering breath before he felt his knees start to shake, he just wanted to go down and accept the fate he knew was coming. But then he felt a hard shoulder in his side, followed by hands and another shoulder. His team was keeping him standing and he twisted his head to get a look, this was not like his previous injury, they were treating him very different and he wasn't sure what he thought about it.
About then the equine ambulance showed up and they carefully loaded him up, Waylon hopping inside to stay with his prized stallion.
"Colt, Harley take care of the other horses, I'll call as soon as we know something." He shifted to start rubbing Nichi's cheek and talked to him softly, "You hang in there big guy. We're going to get you healed, get you better." Big brown eyes stared at him before he closed them and leaned into his trainer's touch, maybe he really would heal and get better from this.
Waylon spent hours at the vet with Nichi, making sure everything was alright and finding out what had caused his horse pain. When the vet came back with answers it wasn't nearly as grave as he was afraid it would be, in fact it wasn't that grave at all. The stallion had suffered a strained suspensory ligament in his left fetlock, causing him pain and swelling but ultimately it was an injury that the stallion could recover from.
Relief washed over the Fox Harbor team and as soon as he was deemed able to travel they loaded him up and shipped him home to recover. Two weeks, two weeks and a special shoe while he did so was all he'd require. But of course the team was going to give him longer to rest, longer to heal, and hopefully a bit of time to get his spirit back.
When he arrived home thunder and lightning rolled in the distance, an uncharacteristically aggressive storm for winter in Kentucky, but as the rain pounded against his back Nichi just walked with his head low. He'd run his heart out in that race, but right now all he felt was the uncertainty of his future.
Waylon watched Harley lead their stallion to the barn and he frowned, "We can't let him lose this fight."
"What do you mean dad?"
"Look at him, he used to prance with his head high full of piss and vinegar. Now? His head is low, he's moving slower than his injury requires, and he hasn't even tried to bite anyone. He's in a fight for his life, and he doesn't even know it. We can't let him lose."
Harley frowned and looked at the stallion he was leading leaning over and rubbing a hand against his shoulder, "We won't. We'll fight for him."
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I hope he gets a nice smooth recovery~
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