I woke up in a giant stall. I lifted my head up out of the straw and looked around. The straw was soft and kind of cradled me. I heard footsteps approach my stall. I twisted my head as far as I could toward the door and pointed my ears toward the door. I heard the latch undone and I heard the vet enter. He came over and crouched, then sat down next to me. He patted my neck and set down his container of stuff beside him. He then reached for my left leg, and I hadn't noticed it because the pain was almost gone. I was wrapped thicker than ever before in a white wrap. The vet undid the white wrap, and unveiled my leg. It was swollen and puffy. He felt around the swollen area and the pain returned. I snapped out at him in warning. He backed off a bit but then kept prodding a moment later. He made the pain appear again and before I could bite him, I heard someone at the door. I saw Tom out of the corner of my eye. I tried to get up again, but the vet yanked on my halter and I sat back down again, flicking my tail annoyed and impatient. I set my head back down on the straw and Tom came over and put my head in his lap. He started stroking me and I turned my focus back onto biting the vet.

The vet was almost done by the time I turned back to him. He grabbed something out of his container and smeared an ointment from a tube onto his hand. He spread the paste on both hands and rubbed the ointment on my leg. It stung and I lashed out at him. I successfully bit him, and he pulled his hand away quickly and retorted, " Damn horse!" I didn't break skin, but it gave enough of a lesson to be careful. He put some effort into quickly finishing wrapping my leg, muttering all the way. When he finished he stood up, grabbed his things and stopped beside Tom and whispered, " You've got one hell of a horse there Thomas," he glanced at his hand one more time before exiting the stall.