This one-shot is set after the episode (or during the episode, whichever way you want to look at it.) 7x11. Please review and tell me what I should write about in upcoming Heartland fanfictions; what you liked/disliked, etc. Thank you!
Amy walked into the barn. Cautiously, she walked down to Spartan's stall. There was the
horse she knew and loved. The horse who had come to Heartland a scared, neglected animal, but was now a healthy, loved horse.
"Hey boy," Amy whispered, standing a few feet back from the stall door. It was a few weeks after her accident in which she had been kicked in the back of the head by Zeus, Ahmed's stallion. She had lost her vision temporarily as a result of that accident. Her vision had now returned.
Amy kept telling everyone that she was fine and nothing was wrong, but she couldn't help but think that maybe something really was. She had admitted to herself that she wasn't all the way over the accident, but she figured with a little more time she would be over it.
Something caught her eye. Turning around, Amy saw the "Miracle Girl" saddle Ahmed had given her after her work with one of his other horses. It was so beautiful, and it had been so long since Amy had been up on a horse. She was just itching to ride, to feel that connection with Spartan. To hear those hooves beat upon the ground as they rode, one of the best sounds in the world to her ears.
She walked over to the saddle rack and picked up the saddle and saddle blanket. Slowly, she walked towards Spartan's stall again. Spartan stood there quietly, eyeing Amy and waiting for her to come back. As she walked closer to the stall, she felt her pulse quicken and feel herself growing nauseous. What was the matter with her?! She felt slightly light-headed but tried to focus on Spartan. His inquisitive eyes looked at her, wondering, and he turned his head. Suddenly all Amy could see was that night.
The images clouded her head, making her forget that she was in the comfort of her own barn. Horses shaking their heads, neighing in fright. She had turned, trying to figure out what was the problem. Thunder was roaring, lightening was sizzling across the night sky. Horses were snorting and neighing and running out of the barn doors frantically. She had felt her pulse quicken in a sharp burst of adrenaline and a little bit of fear and suddenly she was out.
Amy dropped the saddle she had been holding on the ground, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Feeling her heart thumping in her chest, she turned and ran out of the barn. "I can't do this," She breathed.