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-Saving Amy-

~Time in a Bottle~

My Grace is sufficient for you,

for My strength is made perfect in weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:9

Ty ran through the hospital door and headed down the familiar path to Amy's room. He was late. Ty had made arrangements to pick Amy up at noon, but it was now 1:00 and he hoped that Amy wouldn't be too angry with him. When he knocked on her door however her smiling face greeted him and he knew she was just happy to see him and not worried about the time.

Unlike Ty, Amy had regained the use of her limbs rather quickly and she stood there starring up at him expectantly. Even though her walk was slow and with a small limp in her injured leg, she was still trucking right along. For having too many broke ribs to count and a broken wrist she was still a trooper. Some of her wounds were beginning to heal and soon they would have the stitches taken out of the really deep wounds.

It was a miracle. Ty knew the girl was just lucky she could even walk. Blessed. Blessed, not lucky. Ty smiled, "Hi Amy."

"Bout time," she said, starting to sound like her old self again. "I want to go see the horses and the horse sanctuary that you say I own. I really love horses you know," even her speech had returned to more of a natural sound.

Ty's grin faltered for a second and he had to fight an emotional battle just to bring a smile back to his face. Of course you love horses. "Do you have your stuff ready?"

"I think so…well pretty much," she said hobbling back over to her stack of things in the corner. After rummaging through a small bag she looked up with a smile, "It's all here."

"Great, I'll just go check you out and…" Ty was caught off guard by her deep passionate stare and the way she had her light brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. He mentally kicked himself, she doesn't know me anymore. "Ummm…and there's one more thing I have to do. As soon as I'm finished I'll come get you and help you get your stuff down to the truck." He glanced at her one last time and the way she was standing there in those jeans tucked in her western boots, which she had acquired from a friend, and that smile with her gray eyes sparkling. It caught him off guard at the heart flutter and the butterflies that filled him when she simply nodded. She was absolutely beautiful. Ty looked away quickly and headed out the door, but with the resounding click he realized that he had forgotten to mention something to her.

Ty quickly flung open the door and stuck his head in, "If you see the doctor before me make sure you ask him if you need crutches for that sprang, ok?"

"Sure," she said with a grin. Amy was fascinated with the way this boy was so worried about her.

Ty turned with a grin and left, but he only made it a few feet when he remembered what else he'd meant to tell her. He spun around and opened the door again. Amy turned abruptly to see Ty standing in the door way once more and she couldn't help but grin at the fact that he had forgotten something again.

"Also don't forget to ask when we can come back and get your stitches taken out."

Amy nodded gently.

"Ok I think that's about…Wait, don't forget to ask about the crutches," Ty added gently reminding her.

"I will," Amy said with a nod. By the time Ty had left again she was on the verge of sheer laughter. She couldn't decide why she was feeling so well. Maybe it was Ty's exuberant smile and overwhelming joyful attitude. She couldn't be sure though.

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Ty walked at a slow pace towards the front desk. He wondered why Amy was feeling so at home with him today. Was she just happy to be going home? Ty couldn't be sure. But then he began to wonder how she could be happy about going home when she didn't even remember what home was.

By the time he had made it to the desk he was still contemplating his thought about how well Amy was doing today. Even throughout the past 6 days she had still been nervous around him. But then yet today he wasn't near as close to her; compared to how close he had been over the last 6 days, sitting hours on end in that awful chair, anyway. He still didn't understand it at all, but he knew God knew what was going on and that eventually Ty, himself, would understand the situation.

He quickly signed release forms and such. He was hoping that this little detour wouldn't take long, but it seemed as if he had a billion forms to sign. When he finally finished he was amazed that the hospital could come up with that much stuff to say. Apparently they really don't want sued.

"Well if it isn't Ty Baldwin?"

Ty turned quickly in the direction from which the voice was coming from, but what his eyes told him next made him cringe. A girl of about Amy's age was hovering behind him. She reminded him deathly of Ashley.

The girl, or woman, seemed graceful and gentle, but Ty couldn't be sure if he knew her or not. She had soft brown hair, from a bottle no doubt, and piercing eyes that almost made him shy away from her stare. She donned a soft smile at Ty's non-recognition and he hopped that she would speak up quickly.

Ty waited for an explanation for what seemed like minutes before he finally asked, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Ty, its Ashley, you don't recognize me?" she asked in a sickening sweet voice. Just her voice sent shivers of distaste down his body. Well if it isn't Ashley Grant.

Ty felt embarrassed, but he quickly regained his composure before the redness creeping up his neck could darken his cheeks. "Oh, Ashley, how are you?" He cringed. He had been right, it was Ashley. "What a-surprise." He added searching for the right word and then putting a huge emphasis on it.

"I'm fine. You didn't recognize my different hair color did you?" she asked with a flirty tone.

"Well-uh-no, I really didn't. I mean-it's brown," he gushed, wishing more than ever that Amy were there next to him. He wondered if she would remember Ashley. She was one of those people that were pretty hard to forget.

But as Ty glanced past Ashley he saw Amy was there already and she wore a confused, contemplating look on her face.

Amy caught Ty's gaze and quirked one of her thin eyebrows. Does this girl have something to do with Ty? The poor guy looked ready to make a break for it. Amy looked at her stuff which the nurse had helped her drag into the lobby and then back to Ty.

"Oh-um-Amy, this is Ashley, Ashley Grant, from Green Briar. Do you remember her?" Ty asked making his way over to Amy who was hunched over a pair of crutches. He wrapped his arm around Amy's waist, with pleasure, hoping that he wouldn't have to explain to Ashley that there was no way he would ever even think about dating her again.

Amy smiled at the girl who made a good impression of a sweet girl that she might of some connections with, but for the time being she was glad that Ty was right there next to her. She didn't want this girl she didn't know anywhere near her. Rather she used to be her friend or not, Amy still felt scared of anyone that was as close to her as Ty was. Maybe it was because Ty had saved her life. She wasn't sure why it was, but everyone else only appeared as big monsters, instead of kind and gentle like Ty. I don't like not remembering, she thought.

Ty squeezed Amy's tighter to him. He was glad she wasn't having a fit, because this was as close as he had been to her since the accident. He felt stupid for moving in on her so quickly; even when he knew it would scare her. He had just been trying to make a point to Ashley. He had been selfish and stupid. He should have been more careful when he knew he could've caused an episode. But when Ty tried to distance himself from Amy he felt her grab at his shirt. She apparently didn't want him any further away from her that he already was.

Just the simple gesture of Amy not wanting him to leave made Ty's heart pound a little harder. Maybe things were already getting better.

"Uh-well-Ashley, I'll-uh-call-you and you can share whatever it is that's on your mind," Ty said with a smile. He was putting on his best act of kindness to this girl. He hoped she took the hint and left. He really did dislike her.

"Oh-well," Ashley sighed pathetically, "don't waste your time. I just came to see Amy."

Ty hated how her speech flowed so easily. She was trying to sound as if she cared, but Ty knew what she really wanted. "Ok Ames, let's go then." Ty said a little too hastily and rough.

Amy smiled; Ty apparently didn't care one eye-oda about this girl. She wasn't sure why though. This would need some major thought. Was she not supposed to like this girl? She racked her brain for answers as Ty picked up her small amount of things and led her towards the door without any further word to Ashley or about her for that matter.

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The trip home was far less exciting and Ty decided that he would be quiet and just let Amy think. The sun was finally shinning through the clouds for the first time in the past three days. Maybe the rainy spell was ending. As he gunned the truck a little faster over the hill, he thought about the mysterious man that had spoken to him. The nurses had no record of any man, at all, with a wife in the hospital. That was dying, or being treated for a rotten case of altzehimers. He couldn't wrap his mind around the incident, but he was sure God had had a hand in it. God was the only reason Ty even had the strength to be taking Amy home to take care of her all on his own.

As he turned up Heartland's curvy drive he watched Amy's eyes light up. "Look at all those pretty horses," she gushed. "Is this where I live?"

Ty nodded struggling to keep his emotions at bay. "This is Heartland," he breathed. No matter how many times he looked at the beautiful rolling hills and the huge training rings, whitewashed barns, and horses of Heartland it still took his breath away.

"My…it's beautiful," Amy said separating every word.

"If you want we can go look at the horses," Ty said. He wasn't sure how good of an idea it was, that he had just come up with, but he half way wandered if it would help her to remember.

When he helped her out of the truck and into the barn she slipped her crutches out from under her arms and leaned them against the barn. Much better.

Ty sighed. Amy was indeed independent; he wasn't quite sure how he would ever keep her on her crutches.

Amy hobbled slowly towards the first stall on the right side of the barn and Ty stayed close at her side. "Snow?" she questioned looking at the bronze nameplate with the printed paper slid inside of it. The nameplate was nailed on the stall door and it made it convenient to just slip out the paper and slide in the new name when a new horse became owner of the stall.

Ty reached out and rubbed the mare's forehead. "Does her name ring a bell?"

Suddenly Amy felt her breath catch and in the back of her mind she could faintly hear the yelling and on her arms she could almost feel rain pounding against her skin. "Amy! Amy! Slow him down! It's washed away! Slow down! Amy!" The words repeated themselves over and over in her mind. Amy was finally able to shake herself from her revere. "No, I don't. I don't remember her," she said softly.

They moved throughout the barn petting and saying the name of each horse until they came to a small buckskin standing with his head hanging low in the back of his stall. "Sundance!" Amy gasped.

Ty smiled, he knew that she had spoken of the horse, but he wasn't sure she would be able to pick him out. "You know this one?"

"Of course, I know Sundance, he's my horse," she said opening the stall door and slipping inside. She wrapped her arms around the small gelding's neck and he nickered in surprise. "Here you go, boy," she said pulling a small peppermint out of her pocket. The horse lipped it off her bare hand. "You're lucky I just happened to have one left over. Mom must have missed it when she washed the clothes."

Ty gasped at the scene in front of him. Marion. She hadn't mentioned that she remembered her mother. Now he had a serious problem, he couldn't tell her that her mother was dead and had been for years, which would only mess everything up and completely go against the doctor's strict orders. Ty had been warned not to tell Amy anything that she would most likely not believe and/or wind up going crazy over. This was definitely one of those things that he couldn't tell her. He'd have to come up with something and fast.

"Where is Mom?" Amy asked stepping out of the stall and closing the door behind her.

"Er…" Ty stuttered. Telling her the truth with her mind in this kind of condition would only make things worse. He would need to come up with something, anything.

"She's in Australia, taking a bit of-of a-vacation…would you say?" he said; saying the first continent that came to mind. But now as he thought about it he realized Australia wasn't really a good place to choose.

"Oh," she said quietly. Then to Ty's thankfulness she made her way on to the next stall. When they finally made it out of the barn they headed back to the farm house. Ty held her crutches in his hand and he led the way once again. He didn't plan to take her through the back barn. He figured that Amy seeing Spindle probably wouldn't be a good thing.

Once they were inside they settled down in the living room. "Do you want anything?" he asked her. "Tea, water, lemonade? Anything I can get you?" Ty asked as he watched her plop down on the couch.

"Lemonade would be fine," Amy said.

Ty nodded and made his way into the kitchen. As he busied himself with making the lemonade his thoughts returned to his amazement and worry. He still couldn't understand how Amy was even alive. It was a miracle that she was even talking. A miracle. That about said it all. But his worries replaced those thoughts. How long will this last and how long can I pull off the story that Marion is on vacation? It will definitely be a long trip. This wasn't going to be easy.

As if God was wondering why Ty couldn't be trustful in Him; a Bible verse came to mind. Ty sighed, this one was one of his favorites.

My Grace is sufficient for you,

for My strength is made perfect in weakness.

2 Corinthians 12:9

Of course. Why hadn't he remembered this verse before? As he poured the lemonade he let the verse echo in his mind and he knew that God would give him the peace of heart that he needed. "I get it, I get it," he said out loud, but focusing his eyes towards the ceiling. God was with him and he just had to believe that no matter what happened God was going to take care of him.

Ty carried the two glasses of lemonade into the living room, but to his surprise Amy was sound asleep. Ty chuckled. She was so worn out. A little sleep definitely wouldn't hurt her. The doctor had said that she would probably sleep a lot. Which was understandable. The poor girl was a trooper, but Ty was certain some sleep would help her out.

Ah such a twist. (Amy believing that Marion was still alive.) I hadn't even planned that one until a little voice in my head was like… "Wouldn't that make things interesting?" Her memory is so spotty it's scary, who knows what could come next...*grins*...Sorry it took me forever to update. December is always busy for me.

-Horsewhisper