Jamie opened his eyes. He saw a bright light. The light was so bright that it was tough to see anything else. Once he got used to the light, he found himself in a white room. He was on his back, and could feel something soft underneath him. He liked the white room. It was calm, quiet, peaceful, he felt a great sense of self. He then heard a voice. "So you've finally come around, huh?" said the voice. God? Jamie wondered. Is that you? Jamie couldn't see where the voice was coming from, but it sound vaguely familiar "I don't know if I deserve this." Jamie said humbly, "I got messed up in a lot of things, and did a lot of stuff I'm not proud of. But, I'm glad you've been kind enough to bring me here to this wonderful place." Jamie lay there in awe of everything. "Just be glad you made it. I did everything I could to bring you here." said the voice. Jamie was almost in tears. "You are truly a gracious and holy creator. I... I love you." Jamie took a sigh of relief knowing that now he was in safe hands. The voice spoke again. "I don't know what you are going on about. That must be the anesthetic talking."
"What?!" Jamie said, shocked and confused. The words didn't compute. He turned his head to see where the voice was coming from. He saw some wires, a wall, a window, a bed… it occurred that the white room he was in was a hospital room. Laying on the bed next to him was a light blue unicorn, he looked familiar, but he couldn't place him. Jamie stared at him for a few minutes. The unicorn gave him a worried look. "You're not gonna tell me you love me again, are you?" he asked with a chuckle.
Jamie rolled over on his back again. He was in complete disbelief. He had so much on his mind, so much to say, but could only manage to mutter a couple of words. "I'm alive". "Now you're getting it!" said the unicorn. "I radioed my colleague, as soon as I regained consciousness. We got you here just in the nick of time too, and later and…" the unicorns voice trailed off. Jamie then remembered who the mysterious unicorn was. He was the police officer that had chased him in the forest. "Your name was Cassidy, right?" "Yes. Sheriff Clarke Cassidy." The was an awkward silence for a few minutes.
Clarke spoke up again. "We thought we had lost you too. You were out for a long time." "What day is it?" Jamie asked. "Thursday." Clark responded. "So, three days, huh?" said Jamie. "No, it's the 17th" Clarke responded again. "Oh, so a little more than a week…" "No." said Clarke butting into Jamie's thought. "It's November." "WHAAAT?!" screamed Jamie. He was so shocked that he attempted to sit upright. When he did a sharp pain went through his chest. Jamie yelled at the top of his lungs. He then passed out, and fell back down on his bed.
Jamie awoke a few minutes later with a light head and an aching chest. He let out a loud moan. "You really threw a fit, didn't you?" joked Clarke. "What happened?" "You where out cold for two months, kid. You just can't get up, your body's not used to it. Good thing too, you could risk opening up some of your old wounds." Just then a doctor strolled in. The unicorn gave him a big smile as he walked by his bed. He looked down at his clipboard. "Uh… James Montgomery? Oh, there you are. Glad to see you're awake again. You seem to be in the middle of something so I'll be quick. Your surgery was a complete success, and you seem like you are healing up nicely. We will begin your rehabilitation sessions tomorrow at 8:30 in the morning so be up and ready for that…" "Rehabilitation? For what?" questioned Jamie. "We'll you were in a coma for two months, so that requires some rehab. You know, getting up out of bed, standing up right, sitting, walking.. Y'know, the basic things. Jamie folded his hoofs. An irritated look flashed across his face. "Well, we will see you tomorrow. The doctor left using his magic to shut the door behind him.
"Well he looked like a kind fellow didn't he?" chimed Clarke. "This is so ridiculous. I can't believe I have to learn how to walk again." Jamie grumbled. The was a short silence. "Y'know, you're not alone." Clarke said softly. The words didn't register to Jamie at first, but then he remembered. He remembered the leg Malone had run over after Clark had saved him. "How's your leg doing?" "I'm alright. It's taking a little longer to heal up than it should, but it's alright…" Clarke's voice trailed off.
"Hey, It could have been worse if you didn't stand up, and done the right thing." "Well you saved my life, it's only right that I do the same." Jamie responded. "No, it's not." Clarke's tone grew more serious. "I serve an protect. It's my job. It's what I get paid to do." But you? What would you have to gain by saving me? You and Malone would have gotten away cleanly, but you decided to take a stand. That's takes guts." "What happened to Malone anyway?" Jamie asked thinking nothing of it. Clarke suddenly grew really mad. He clenched his teeth, and with an angry tone. "He got away." The room grew quiet for a few minutes.
"So, uh… what's gonna happen to me now?" Jamie asked. "Are you gonna let me go, or is it straight to jail with me?" Clarke gave Jamie a straight face. "It's straight you jail with you." Jamie was in disbelief. After all I've done for him, Jamie thought. Jamie got more angry the more he thought about it. "Unless…" Clarke chimed in. "…you can do me a favor." "A favor? Haven't I done enough?" "No." Clarke stated. "He's still out there. And YOU know where he is!" The words shot a bit of fear up Jamie's spine. "No! No I won't! What if he finds out I squealed on him? Do you know what he'll do to me? You don't know what he's capable of!" "Listen to me, Bub." Clark interrupted. "You're my one good chance I have at catching his guy. So it for me, please? Do it for Cavalla. Do it for the greater good." Jamie rolled over in his bed, and faced away from Clarke. The room fell quiet for a few moments.
Clarke spoke up again. "You know uh… there's a 5,000 buck reward for any information leading up to the capture of Al Malone. You wouldn't want in on any of that would you?" Jamie rolled over again. "You'll spit the money with me?" Jamie asked, with his voice cracking. "No James, You can have all of it." "All of it?" "All of it. I'll even clean your record. Just catching this creep is the only reward I need." Jamie thought for a few seconds. It seemed too good to be true. "I'll do it, but with a catch. I want to be fully protected. I don't want to feel like my neck is out for everypony else. I want to know that I am safe." Clarke looked at him. His eyes grew wide. "After what you've done for me…. if Malone so much as thinks of hurting you, I'll break him. You have my word" "You have a deal." Clarke held out his hoof towards Jamie. "You're doing the right thing James." The two stallions shook hooves. "Call me Jamie."