Mikaela's POV
  The last week had been a nightmare. Stuck in a hospital bed while doctors worked tirelessly to keep me alive. Now I'm finally going home with a broken leg, cracked ribs and strict instructions not to ride any horses. It's funny, normally I'd be begging the doctor to let me ride but this time all I do is accept it with a brief nod while mum wheels be out the door.thats right, wheels, I'm also stuck in a wheel chair for three weeks until my ribs heal, then I'll be given crutches for another five. Well it could've been a lot worse so who am I to complain.
  The drive home is silent, accept mums occasional sniffs and wiping away rebellious tears. Once we are parking in front of the house mums finally gathers herself together. "I was so scared Mikaela, what happened? You should have heard the truck coming, you're just so lucky the driver was still conscious enough to ring the ambulance otherwise... well I'm just glad you are okay!" Mum started crying again and dad came out of the house to help he out of the car and into my wheelchair. And pushed me inside.
  The next two and a half weeks were a blurr. Pushed into my room at night, down to the table for breakfast, into the lounge, reading, playing board games or drawing to pass the time, I even started knitting at one point.
  Until Tuesday, five days until I swap my wheel chair for crutches. I am in the lounge drawing while mum prepares lunch, the phone rings. It seems like mum talks forever before she comes to me, still on the phone. "Mikaela could you please go outside for a minute?" I nod and wheel myself outside. What on earth could mum be talking about, and with who? Deep down I feel a great urge to go to the stables and before I know it I am wheeling around in my pjamas. The doors are open so I go right in. Hugo throws his head over the stable door and realises the loudest neigh I have ever heard, alerting all the other horses of my pressence. "Hey boy dig you miss me?" I coo and stroke his big face, I could have sworn he was leaning into my hand. I go to every horse and pat them. It feels so good to be here again. In the corner of my eye I spot my cowgirl hat hanging on an empty stalls door. I wheel up to it and just before my fingers grasp the rim I explode into horrible heart wrenching sobs, I lean as much of my body as I can on the wooden door as memories of Apollo play over and over in my mind, this was his stall, this was his home... and now he's gone.