My vision cleared and pain soon arose from the darkness. I looked around to find myself in some box. Dried grass lay throughout the box. Wood boxed me in. I stood up stiff and was breathing hard from the effort. My knees wobbled. Right when I was about to fall, a human opened my only way out, shut the door, and walked over to me. They started stroking me and rubbing me. I could feel my energy revive and my strength slowly returned and my legs finally felt strong enough to support me. Then, the human presented something called a halter, and slipped the fabric mess on me before I could refuse it. He then clipped a long rope to the halter and started to pull it, and attempt to drag me with it. At first I refused but when the fabric rubbed against my head and started to hurt, I begrudgingly followed suite out of the stall.

I was led to a small dirt clearing. When I approached, another person was standing by. I would later find out he is called the vet, and the person walking me was named Tom. Tom steered me wide into the clearing then circled me around the dirt a couple of times. I had a limp when I walked out of fatigue and from the whip getting into the cage. Then Tom stopped me and the vet walked over. They talked in hushed voices then Tom led me back into the stall.

Later in the day, I heard someone approach my stall. I twisted my ears forward to see who it was. They came toward my stall with something in hand and then unlatched my stall door and walked in. It was the vet, with weird stuff in his hand clanking in its container. I pinned my ears back and accidentally backed myself into the corner. I curled my lips threatening him to back away when he began to reach for my front left leg. He saw me and stood up and started stroking me trying to coo his way to letting him touch me. Even though my ears stayed pinned behind my head in warning, his cooing worked and I allowed him to inspect my leg. He bent down and ran his hand down my leg. He murmured something to himself and pulled something out of his equipment he brought in. He put something metal that spread out and measured the width of each front leg, ran his hand over my leg again when I saw Tom at the stall door, " Her leg is swollen. She must have hit it on the way into the trailer when she fell." The vet concluded this and pulled this white wrap stuff out of his bin. Then he wrapped the white padding around where it hurt. He put pressure against my leg and I bucked my head up protesting against the pressure. This time he ignored me and continued wrapping my leg. Then he stood up took his things and walked out of the stall. Tom replaced his absence and walked over to me. He stood there petting me for minute then leaned into me and whispered, " Don't worry girl, you'll make it through you're a survivor." Then he walked out of the stall and left me in silence.