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*lies on the bed, ankle propped up on a pillow*

*doesn't look thrilled at seeing a doctor again but has no energy to argue*

*sighs, nodding*

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*arrives, pushing a wheelchair*

Good morning, Mr Blythe! Time for you to see that therapist I've been threatening you with.

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*looks even less thrilled at seeing a therapist than another doctor*

*and even less than that at being paraded through the world in a wheelchair*

*looks forlornly at Carlisle; sees no help there*

*sighs and lifts self into chair, resting injured ankle in the elevated support, crossing arms uncomfortably*

There's really no need. I just...I overdid it a bit, that's all. I'll use the crutches now; I was only...there was a very good reason.

*looks hideously embarrassed at having to be wheeled about and fervently hopes no one sees*

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*wheels you out into Dr Joyce's neglected garden*

Beautiful day!

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*glances around to see if any neighbours are watching*

...Do we have to do this outside?

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Don't worry - Dr Joyce is very keen on his privacy.

*claps hands*

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*trots out*

*shines brilliantly in the sun*

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*blinks*

*stares*

*notices the horn...but decides, after careful consideration, not to mention it*

Is this...this isn't the...am I supposed to talk to...?

*grips arms of wheelchair nervously*

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*comes over*

*lowers his head so that you can touch it*

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*not at all certain about this*

*cautiously extends uninjured hand*

...Nice horsie. Good lad.

*slowly strokes your soft white nose...and something deep inside immediately seems to lighten...muscles begin to relax, and tight, anxious expression begins to fade*

Good lad. Clever boy. Yes...you're lovely, aren't you?

*hardly notices eyes welling up and then streaming with tears; wiping at them absently*

*reaches up with injured hand to pat your neck, careful not to get splint tangled in the pearly white mane*

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*pushes head right down, so horn rests on your shoulder*

*softly whistles "War Is Over (If You Want It)"*

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*rests head against yours, completely un-selfconsciously*

*takes deep shuddering breaths, trembling as silent tears course down face*

*embraces you, stroking and patting your soft neck and mane*

*feels something lifting inside, like a massive weight off chest*

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*makes soft, pretty horsie noises*

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*holds you, patting and weeping for a good long while*

*suddenly inhales sharply, like the first breath of a drowning man pulled from the water*

*releases you, looking surprised and slightly confused...but then begins to smile, really smile; the first real ray of sunshine lightening face for days*

*strokes your soft nose again, grinning and gazing at you with a gentle sort of awe*

Yes...you're gorgeous, aren't you? Clever lad. Sweet lad.

*sniffs and wipes eyes with sleeve*

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*hands you a small apple* Go on - he likes these.

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*looks at you in mild surprise, as though only just remembering anyone else was nearby*

*shyly takes apple and offers it*

Here you are...clever boy. Tasty sweet nummies all for you.

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