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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 226

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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The lull of the truck was a stark contrast to the hurricane inside Mitch's head as he drove away from Leah's place few hours later.

Their parting words at her driveway echoed in his ears as Mitch kept his eyes on the horizon that seemed unattainable. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

"Don't be a stranger", Leah had said as they had broken off their embrace in front of his truck as they had said their goodbyes.

"I try not to be", Mitch had promised, a gentle smile on his lips. "Take care."

Coming to visit Leah, he had had no idea what he was in for, but everything had gone so much better than he could have ever imagined. It was hard to believe it was all even real.

There had been a point, just few days ago, where Mitch had realized he had not really thought about Leah for a long period of time. It had been strange to think about just how much time had passed in order for that to happen, as he had done nothing but think about her after their break-up back in the day, even after years later, due to the situation they had found themselves in.

Then, just some days ago, he had come up with the idea of reaching out to her, not knowing if she'd ever respond or would even have a neutral response to him.

Now, he was leaving her place with a promise to stay in touch in the future.

It had all happened so fast eventually, and yet, it had taken them for years to get to this point.

Everything - the memories, the speculation, the mixed feelings - had been living inside Mitch's mind for years now, but at this very moment it felt like he was literally moving from the past to the future as his truck was heading back home.

It wasn't all cleared out yet, but this had been a huge first step.

Dwelling in the transition made Mitch overwhelmed, and it started to feel like some type of anxious sensation was working its way out of him, through him, like a fever spell.

After he started feeling his breathing getting more shallow and a familiar tingling of a panic attack rising up to the surface, Mitch pulled up the shoulder of the road and turned off the engine, trying to make sure he wouldn't involuntarily cause an accident.

The blood pounded in his ears which didn't help the sensation of feeling like he was the only man on Earth as there was no other noise than the shortness of his breath and the thudding of his heart on his chest.

With shaking hands, Mitch clutched the steering wheel while it felt like his legs were disappearing as they tingled. He kept closing and opening his eyes repeatedly, hoping the disfigured vision would become normal at some point.

Usually, this type of episode would left him reeling, but now, surprisingly the gasps turned into a relieved laugh.

As if he had been facing a crossroad where he had thought that he was either dying or turning crazy, but instead he had made a 180 and left both of those options behind him.

He wasn't trying to suppress this feeling because there was no use in trying to suffocate it anymore; he had taken the first step and it had gone well. The trigger of this episode was currently being destroyed by a wrecking ball.

Wiping his sweaty forehead, Mitch did his best to calm himself down. When he was able to use his hands again by grabbing the handle of the door, it eventually swung open, letting in fresh air.

Mitch leaned back and closed his eyes, taking a long, slow deep breath. Slowly, but surely, he felt the bile retreating in his throat.

He wasn't sure how long the panic attack had lasted exactly, but for him it had felt like minutes. Usually it could feel longer. Despite that, the aftermath felt the same; his body felt weak now, so there was no use of getting back on the road yet as he didn't want to endanger anyone else - or himself.

Instead, he found his phone from the pocket of his jacket that was spread next to him on the passenger seat and looked up Amy's number.

Mitch knew that Amy was at the rodeo, so she most likely wouldn't answer, but he still wanted to leave her a message. That's what they usually did whenever they wanted to keep in touch when the other one was busy.

It was a nice pick-me-up at the end of the day to hear the other one's voice, telling you about their day.

And just like he had predicted, the phone call went straight to the voicemail.

"Hey, it's me. I hope you're having fun at the rodeo. I don't know when you'll be listening to this message, but I just wanted to let you know I was... thinking about you and felt like reaching out, I guess", Mitch spoke out.

As he was imagining Amy listening to this, he began smiling.

"I'm driving back to Hudson after meeting Leah. It went better than I expected; I'll fill you in later. I appreciate you giving me the support you did so I would be able to do it. Maybe we could meet up tomorrow? Meet at the meadow at dawn, after work? Check out Diablo, while we're at it. I don't know. Let me know. I'd love to hear about your day, too."

His eyes looked around, and Mitch noticed his vision was more clear now. Just thinking about Amy seemed to help him calm down. The feeling of anxiety was replaced with the warm feelings of falling in love.

"Anyway... Uh, yeah. Call me. Or text me, whatever's best for you. Talk to you later. Bye", he finished his message.

Putting the phone away, he sat there for a while, thinking how his natural instinct had been to call Amy. Even though their lives were still very much separate, she had become part of his life in a way he had not expected; even when she wasn't there physically, she was always there in spirit, inspiring him and pushing him on.

Hopefully it would continue to be that way and maybe eventually they could incorporate more time together once Amy was ready to tell about them to the rest of her family.

When Mitch had calmed down, he pulled the door shut and then turned the key in the ignition. After he had steered the truck back on the road, his fingers looked to turn on the radio.

Maybe singing along to his favorite tunes would help him feel even better.

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After doing his evening chores and checking everything was okay with Maverick and Whisky, Mitch took out his phone from his back pocket, hoping maybe Amy had reached out to him by now.

When there was no call or even a text message, Mitch wondered if maybe she had just been so busy or was too tired to reply.

Still, he checked the bars on the upper corner, making sure if wasn't about having a bad connection.

He didn't want to be too pushy, because he knew that Amy was so busy with so many things, but Mitch still wanted to let her know he was thinking about her, so instead of calling, he figured text was more lowkey approach.

"Hope you got home okay" and a little heart emoji was what he sent out before putting the phone away and getting ready to brush his teeth.

****

The next morning, when Mitch's alarm went off, he reached out to turn it down. The alarm not only reminded him that it was time to wake up, but also that it was a new day.

Maybe Amy had replied as she was usually up this early too, doing chores, and that was usually her "alone time" where she often sent him a "good morning" text.

But when he opened their conversation, Mitch noticed his message from last night had not even gone through.

"Huh..." Mitch hummed and figured he could try turning his phone off and back on to make sure it wasn't his side that was blocking the messages.

Perhaps there was an update that his phone was pushing and that's why it was being annoying.

While his phone was getting back on, Mitch got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving his phone to wait for him on the kitchen table.

After doing his morning washing up, he came back and checked the phone again. According to its status, it should have been working just fine.

When he started to feel a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach, Mitch had to re-evaluate if he was being clingy or if there was cause for concern.

He didn't want to scare Amy away, but at the same time he couldn't deny he cared to know what was going on with her.

The problem with this situation they were in was that they weren't openly together, therefore he couldn't just check from Jack or Lisa, who both lived at Heartland as well, if they had seen Amy and if she was just busy.

Mitch didn't even care about getting a reply, but instead his main concern was to know Amy was okay.

To calm himself down, he tried to go over the situation with the facts that he had.

Yesterday, Amy had attended a rodeo in Calgary with Jade and her girlfriend. She had had a ticket for Georgie as well, but due to their current situation, he was under the impression Georgie was staying at Wyatt's (for now?), so she had probably not joined them.

No, wait, Mitch then recalled.

What had Amy said about that job interview the other day? The guy had texted him, and she had pushed that over to the next day - which had been yesterday.

So, had she done both?

But from what he could recall them talking, Amy had said that she was planning to leave early in the morning to the rodeo. So had the job interview been later in the day then?

If that was the case, it was no wonder she wasn't replying. She must have been exhausted, on top of looking after Lyndy.

Still, Mitch couldn't shake the feeling. He didn't like being in the dark, but he had to keep reminding himself that he needed to be patient.

One of the things he had struggled with in the military had been not knowing what was going to happen and when, but it had been something he could have not changed, so he had just had to adapt.

So maybe he could do it again.

Amy would reply eventually.

He had to trust that.

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Later that day, when Mitch mounted Maverick for work, he took out his phone from his pocket and made a call to Tim, so his partner would know that he was on his way to meet him as they had plans to check on the cattle.

Tim didn't always check on his text messages, so it was better to call him. Not to mention, Mitch could also test out if his phone was working properly.

Today, it even took him a while to answer his phone, so Tim definitely wouldn't have noticed any text.

"Yes?" the older cowboy's stern voice on the other end asserted.

"Well, hello to you too", Mitch said.

He knew Tim wasn't typically a ray of sunshine, but Mitch still expected people to have good manners when interacting with other people.

Still, he wasn't going to get hung up on it or take it personally, but Mitch did always tried his best to point out when Tim's attitude could use some work, because maybe eventually he would decide to do something about it if he was told about it enough.

"Sorry, it's just been... long 24 hours", Tim sighed, still sounding like he was stressed. "What is it?"

"I was just letting you know I'm on my way. Do we meet at the usual place?" Mitch checked, collecting his reins and slowly giving Maverick a cue to start walking.

"Oh, right..." Tim sighed at the other end. It sounded like whatever weight he had had on his shoulder had suddenly doubled. "Forgot about that. -- Listen, I can't make it today."

"Everything okay...?" Mitch's annoyance was now turning to worry, as he knew Tim had had health scare and a surgery due to it somewhat recently and it was almost starting to sound like maybe this was more about something like that than him just having a bad day.

"Amy's in a hospital, so I'm gonna stick by her side today-- or however long this is going to take", Tim said, his sentence making Mitch heart drop.

"H-hospital...?" he echoed. "What's happened...?"

He was trying to remain calm, even though his whole body was suddenly trembling.

"She was at the rodeo yesterday and hit her head really bad, and they're keeping her in a coma for now. They're still running all kinds of tests and... we don't know how long this will take", Tim summed up. "It's just..." his voice suddenly sounded strained, like he was choking back tears.

Mitch had so many questions, but at the same time he didn't know if it was his place to ask them.

"Anyway. If you could just check on the cattle today on your own. Or maybe ask a friend to join you. We're all a bit tied up here. I don't want to leave her side till we know more", Tim requested.

At first Mitch couldn't understand why Tim was even worrying about the cattle right now, because Amy had gotten seriously hurt and that should have been their main talking point, but he then remembered that Tim actually didn't understand just how personally invested he, too, was.

What Mitch wanted Tim to tell him was more about Amy's situation, but in Tim's mind, it wasn't really something he figured Mitch should be concerned with because he didn't know that he and Amy were together.

Tim only saw Mitch as his business partner.

Right now, Mitch didn't want to ride out and check on the cattle like Tim had requested. What he really wanted to do was rush to the hospital as well, but he wasn't family.

And none of Amy's family even knew he was dating her.

Well, except for Georgie - and Lou.

But time for that kind of announcement wasn't now, he figured. The family had enough to deal with as it was.

"S-sure, absolutely", Mitch replied, trying to keep himself breathing. "I hope Amy's going to be okay", he added, feeling his chest tighten.

"As do we all", Tim agreed. "I'll let you know when-- if something changes. I trust you to run the business on your own for now."

"Of course. Thanks, Tim. Take care of yourself", Mitch said before they ended the call.

Mitch pulled the reins and stopped Maverick. He stared at the phone for what seemed like minutes at first, then looked around him. It was a beautiful summer day and yet everything felt grim.

These last 24 hours had been so surreal and they were getting even stranger.

Yesterday and this morning, he had been anxiously waiting for Amy to return his text, but now he didn't even know if she was going to survive this traumatic accident.

How long it would have taken for him to get the news had he not called Tim now?

If he had thought waiting for a text would drive him crazy, waiting for updates about this was going to be even worse.

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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 225

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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After the group at the rodeo had gotten themselves stuffed with burgers, pizzas and sandwiches, they continued to explore the area outside the arena.

As soon as Jade spotted a mechanical bull on one of the corners with people queuing up to it, she shot a challenging glance at Trace and stopped him by stepping on his way.

"The one who lasts longer on that thing will win 10 bucks", she dared him, nodding toward the bull.

Trace's eyes looked up what she was showing him and when he saw the bull, he shook his head. "I don't know... I feel like the pickle pizza I ate might come up if I do."

"That sounds like an excuse", Jade huffed. "Are you afraid I'm going to kick your butt?"

Amy followed the conversation with curiousity. Watching the two interact, she was witnessing the way Trace responded to Jade's competitive side. Amy had always been under the impression that the kids who entered rodeo school were all made from a similar cloth: they were always up for a challenge.

To her surprise, it seemed like maybe Trace wasn't as big of a daredevil as Jade was as he seemed to weight the outcomes of his options; they had just eaten, so it wasn't that much of a reach that riding a bull might actually make him throw up.

He also wasn't willing to go along with the peer pressure.

If she looked this from a possible future-employer perspective, Amy was satisfied to witness that based on this, Trace seemed practical.

"No", Trace said, trying not to get annoyed with the way Jade tried to push his buttons. "I just know I don't want to spend the rest of my day in a dirty button-up... Or pay that guy a fee of him having to clean up a mess. That'll for sure be more than 10 bucks."

"Fine. Whatever", Jade scoffed and rolled her eyes. "But I'm gonna give it a try and show them all how it's done. Come on, Sloane", she tugged her girlfriend's hand and lead the way, placing herself at the end of the line.

Trace's eyes stayed on her, and Amy followed the gaze from Jade to Trace.

"Is this how it always is with you two?" she asked.

Trace turned to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"Are you always daring each other to do this kind of stuff? Is that the foundation of your relationship?" she fined down her question.

Trace's eyebrow quivered a little bit, but then he looked after Jade again.

"I guess. I mean... we haven't really hung out outside the rodeo school, so I can't say for sure how our... relationship is", he said and shrugged. "But Jade's like that with everyone. I don't know if she feels like she needs to prove herself, or something."

Amy nodded. "Probably. There's not many women in the rodeo scene, and she's one of the first big names to come out of Hudson."

"I get that", Trace said. "So... Tim Fleming's your dad; how's that been? Are you into the rodeo scene?" he changed the subject, sounding more relaxed now that he was more closer to his element.

Amy slowly walked toward the bouncy pen around the bull, adjusting Lyndy's weight on her arm as the little girl leaned on her and looked around curiously. Trace followed beside them.

"Oh, uh..." Amy began, wondering what to say. "I mean, it's been part of my life ever since I was a kid. My grandpa was a rodeo cowboy, my dad was a rodeo cowboy..." she listed. "But I don't know that I'd say I'm a rodeo cowgirl, definitely not the way Jade is. I'm familiar with it, but... not actively participating. Of course if I have a client horse that's a rodeo horse, I'll help as much as I can, but thankfully I have the support system very close to me if I do need help myself."

"So you've never ridden bronc?" Trace guessed based on what Amy was saying.

Amy let out a laugh. "No, thanks. I'm not looking into breaking my neck. I have a high appreciation to everyone who dares to try, it's just... not for me."

"Yeah, it's not for everyone", Trace agreed just as they got closer to the pen and watched the guy before Jade getting thrown off from the bull in the matter of seconds.

When it came Jade's turn, she went into it like a pro. Sloane joined the rest of them as they watched Jade jump up and bring her leg over the saddle, getting a feel of the liveless bull under her.

"This is so cool!" Sloane commented already. "I've only ever seen this on TV."

"She'll be good at this", Amy already guessed.

Sloane's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Oh, I bet."

Jade steadied herself and grabbed the rope palm up with her left hand as she had adjusted her position. When she gave the operator a nod, confirming she was ready, the bull slowly started moving under her.

It was nothing compared to the violent way animals often moved under her, so it really seemed like a walk in the park for Jade. Still, she was just as focused on it, wanting to show off as her confidence was through the roof.

When the bull's head moved down, Jade leaned back and pulled her legs forward, and when the bull's head rose, Jade dug her heels into its sides, pointing her toes outward. Her upper body was relaxed and she swayed along the bull's motions, keeping her eyes on the beast's head.

"Is the hand up for balance?" Sloane checked watching Jade ride.

"Yeah. It's better to keep it L shaped instead of just holding it straight out or up in the air", Trace knew. "It's also her dominant hand, so if she loses her balance, it's her best option to break the fall."

"Mommy, I want that", Lyndy said, making them all laugh.

"We'll see about that in few years..." Amy soothed her, hoping she would never have to actually imagine the fear of a parent whose child wanted to give rodeo a try...

Maybe by the time Lyndy was old enough for something like this, she already had other interests.

Meanwhile, moving in seesaw motion, Jade kept riding on as the machine picked up the pace and made few turns, then trying to lose her by spinning in circles. When the bull turned left, Jade leaned on the opposite direction, and when the bull went right, she did the same.

At first, the people in the line were impressed by Jade's ability to stay on, but the longer she kept going, they became bored as they, too, wanted to have their turn.

Eventually, Jade felt her legs get tired from all the squeezing, so she allowed herself to be thrown off.

This was longer than she usually stayed on a bull or a horse, anyway, so she felt like she had made her point already.

"And that's how you do it", Jade returned to them, holding her arms up like a champion after putting her cowboy hat back on.

Amy could see similar mannerism in her that she so often saw in her own dad, and it was easy to understand why Tim had taken Jade under his wing all those years ago.

"You were amazing!" Sloane sighed, welcoming her hero back.

"Thanks! -- See? I didn't throw up", Jade was sure to point out to Trace.

"I don't know if it would have been the seesaw or if it was the pizza itself that would have done it for me..." Trace wanted to correct.

"That's your own fault for picking something like pickle pizza. Who eats a pickle pizza?! I didn't know they even make that kind of stuff", Jade muttered.

"Okay, I think it's time to head for the arena", Amy then checked the time while also trying to cut the clash of the egos short. "We'll be able to see the show before the halftime performance with Asher and Helico."

She then dug out their tickets from the diaper bag side pocket.

"Here, take your tickets."

The sheets of paper quickly disappeared from her hand when Jade, Trace and Sloane all grabbed one of them and checked where their seats were.

"Front row seats?!" Jade exclaimed.

Amy smiled. "There's some perks knowing some people..."

"Nice! That means we don't have to squeeze by all the people that are already seated and actually have some leg room", Jade commented. "We sit side by side, right?" she then checked from Sloane when they started heading to the arena.

Trace was once again stuck with Amy.

She didn't mind it, as she liked to get to know him a little bit more, but there was something melancholic about the way he looked after the girls.

Like he was the kid in school yard who had been excluded from all the fun activities.

Even though Amy had already pretty much made up her mind about wanting to give Trace a chance, she couldn't help but think maybe in this moment she also said the following in trying to cheer him up a little bit.

"Trace... Why don't you come by the ranch tomorrow, and I'll give you a tour of the place before we sign the papers?" Amy then suggested.

Trace's facial expression immediately changed and he turned his head toward her. "Really...? You mean, like... I got the job?"

"Well, from what I've seen and heard, I would like to give you a chance", Amy confirmed.

Trace's grin widened. "That's amazing! Thank you! You won't regret this."

"So this means the job interview is over, and you can just relax now", Amy wanted to add, feeling like even though this had been very informal to begin with, she wanted him to know he didn't have to think about that part anymore and he could just enjoy what they had actually came here to do; to watch a show.

When Sloane, Jade, Amy - Lyndy on her lap - and Trace were seated, they found themselves in the middle of a reining competition. Amy was, of course, familiar with the sport, but she never grew tired of witnessing the way the riders were able to move their horses just by using their legs and seat.

It created this effortless look, almost as though the riders were telepathically communicating with their horse. There was some type of magic to it, even though deep down it all came down to the way horses were so sensitive to everything that was happening around them.

Even though the disciplines were very different, Amy liked to think a lot of the same tricks these riders used could also be utilized in liberty work - which was one of her favorites.

Sitting here in the crowd, it really did make Amy realize just how isolated she had gotten over the last few years. She, of course, worked with clients all the time, which made her socialize a bit outside her family, but typically the meetings were one-on-one and everything was fixed during their visits to the ranch; she rarely got to see how her tips continued her work outside the Heartland's acres.

Even though it was always fulfilling to see the back of the trailers pass the gates once her part was done, for her this made it more real.

It was not only nice to let a little loose once in a while, but also refreshing not be the expert for once; she still had so much she could learn from others and these type of events could really help her perfect her own techniques as well.

"So, you know the halftime performer?" Trace leaned in a little to ask the question while their eyes followed the reining show.

"Yeah, I actually helped him few weeks ago to prepare for this event", Amy shared. "Not so much with the tricks, because he had those down, but more about his confidence."

"Oh, I thought you worked with horses? But you're like a coach too?"

"Well, it's... complex", Amy explained. "Sometimes it's "a horse problem", but I find more often than not it's "a people problem", really. In this case it was bit of both."

"What happened?" Trace was curious to know how exactly Amy did her work.

He knew she was a so-called horse whisperer, but he had never really witnessed anything like that himself as he didn't connect with horses in a similar way than some other people in other horse sports did.

His job was to get on a random bronc and hold on as long as he could. When it was over, he would probably never see the horse again.

"Well, the horse, Helico, had to have one of his eyes removed. When they started their training again after he was healed, Asher - the rider -, hurt himself. So then, when he was all better again, his confidence was just... gone, and Helico could sense that", Amy spoke. "So they needed to learn to connect again so they could work together as a team. That was my job."

"Wow, that sounds pretty amazing", Trace had to admit. "And they do trick-riding?"

"Uh-huh", Amy said just when the reining show ended. "And you're about to see that now..." she said, feeling the butterflies for them.

She knew just how much this meant for Asher and for Helico too, to be back on the spotlight after going through such a difficult couple of years.

This was their moment - and she had just been lucky to be one part of it.

Amy now turned on Jade on her right.

"Can you hold Lyndy? Asher asked me if I could film the performance, so I need my hands free."

"Of course", Jade said, nodding. "Come here, little monkey!"

Lyndy climbed on her lap, and Jade helped her adjust so she could see the performance too.

The little girl didn't exactly know what was going on, but she loved watching the horses and had her eyes glued on them every time she saw one.

Meanwhile, Amy pulled out her phone and opened her camera, making sure she was ready to record the whole thing.

It didn't take long before the duo was announced to the stage and they sped from the opening on the side like they had fire under their tail.

A wide grin spread across Amy's face when she saw Asher take in the arena and she pressed the red button and started recording while the audience cheered around her.

The two looked so majestic, despite the campy trick-riding suit with embellishments and sequins Asher wore and the matching breast collar and mask Helico had on.

It was evident this had been a long-awaited comeback for not only to the rider and his horse, but for so many people in the crowd as well.

When Asher and Helico had done one lap of riding around the pen, waving at people, it came time to show the tricks.

Amy followed their movements with her phone and checked that the screen was sharp and catching everything properly as the camera tended to do automatic settings whenever the light around the arena changed or the movement of the rows of paper garlands distracted it.

She caught a glimpse of them off-camera every now and then, wanting to be present as well and actually enjoy this while she was here, instead of just staring at the screen.

As Amy watched Asher move from one trick to another, she couldn't help but think about Georgie and how her niece would have probably loved this.

It was unfortunate that the young girl was not here now, but Amy also wanted to respect Georgie's decision to stay away from her now that she was still digesting the news about Amy being with Mitch.

Shaking the thought of Georgie for now, Amy brought her eyes back to Asher who was getting ready for what seemed to be The Tail Drag.

Amy knew this was a trick for only to the very advanced performers, and while watching it made her nervous, she also had trust in Asher's ability to do it.

This stunt required Asher to release his hands and arms downward while hanging off the horse's back end, bringing his head near the running horse's tail and hooves.

When Asher was down, the crowd cheered and gave him the reaction he had been hoping for. Even Amy felt the release of the moment in her body.

It was not until he was trying to get back up, just as they were heading to the Amy's section of the arena, that she could immediately sense that something was wrong.

While Helico galloped on, just like he had been trained to do no matter what was happening with the rider, Asher hung up on him and could not get off.

Even though the trick-rider was trying to stay calm, so he could fix the situation, Amy could read the silent panic from him.

"Oh no..." Amy let out and put her phone aside on Trace, immediately springing into action, not giving it any second thought, while her cowboy hat flew off.

Helico needed to be stopped or he would drag Asher around like a rag doll, and the possibility of the young man getting killed became higher with every second.

Not really having any plan in mind, Amy rushed over the gate and kept her eyes on the horse that was galloping forward with his rider getting closer and closer to his hooves as Asher's body failed to get him up.

"Ma'am, you can't go there!" she heard one of the staff members say behind her, but at this moment she didn't care.

Lives were on the line.

The audience gasped when it seemed like Asher had been able to free himself from the drag, but Helico still kept going forward, toward Amy who had no idea that the rider was already on the ground and the paramedics were on their way.

"Wo-oh, boy!" Amy tried, raising her hands up and making her body bigger, like she so often did in a situation where a horse was trying to charge her.

But with Helico's limited ability to see, Amy was left in his blind corner and she was pushed violently against the wall by the horse.

It all happened so fast and there was nothing she could have done to avoid it.

As the last conscious thing she could sense, Amy felt her head bang against a hard surface and she wanted to scream out of pain, but a wind was knocked out of her, and she was left gasping as she drifted away.

It all went to black quickly.

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