A/N: Apologies for the long wait. I hit a bit of writer's block with this chapter. Always thankful to my beta CelticTrinity for being absolutely awesome!

Amy stood in the living room, handing Lisa a cup full of coffee when she heard the pickup pull up into the driveway. A smile broke out onto her face, as Scott and Caleb rushed out the door to help Ty out. She walked slowly, toward the kitchen, and leaned her shoulder against the wall. It was taking everything inside of her to not run out that door to help. To see Ty, to hug him. However, Jack had called ahead and told Lou to keep Amy in the house. That it was Ty's only request.

"How hard is this for you?" a voice wafted from her right.

Amy craned her neck and sighed. Ashley stood beside her, her arms folded over her chest. Amy shrugged, trying to play off her nonchalance.

"It's not that bad. I just saw him yesterday." Amy's voice was tight, her eyes never leaving the front door.

"That's funny, Amy. Considering that you've spent every waking moment at the hospital with Ty. Who knows though, maybe Ty didn't want you to meet him outside because he's sick of you being stuck to him like glue."

Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. "No. I'm pretty sure that isn't the reason, Ashley."

Ashley shrugged, "I think I hit the nail on the head."

"Ashley, so lovely of you to make it." Lou spoke softly, her eyes narrowed slightly, as she put her hands on Ashley's shoulders. "I see you don't have a drink. Let's remedy that." As Lou pulled Ashley away from Amy's side, she sent her sister a backward glance. Lou smiled softly when Amy mouthed thank you.

"Alright, everyone back up a bit. Give the man some room." Caleb called, his voice loud enough to catch everyone's attention.

Everyone that was around the door took a few backward steps, as a grunt was heard at the door. After a moment, Ty wheeled himself into the kitchen and noticed that the kitchen table was now missing. He glanced around the area as well as he could see and sighed. Things definitely looked different. His attention turned to those around him, as a chorus of glad your feeling better filled the small room, followed by pats on his shoulder.

It didn't take long before Ty felt slightly claustrophobic, and sent Jack a sideways glance.

"Okay, everyone. Ty appreciates the sentiment, but how about we let him get himself settled for a little bit." A smile curved onto Jack's face before he spoke again. "Amy, can you help Ty get set up in the guest room?"

Amy nodded quickly, before moving forward and motioning Ty forward. He wheeled himself behind Amy, until they came to the spare room. Ty groaned as he looked around. The lift hooked to the bed was bad enough, but even the closet had been altered to be suited toward his needs. He wasn't sure how he felt about all the change. About all the work that was put forth to make his life easier.

"This – it's too much. I mean, I appreciate it, I do, but I don't even want to think about how long work was ignored to get all this done."

Amy sighed, and knelt down beside Ty. She took his hand into hers and smiled. "No, Ty, it's not too much. It's nowhere near enough. All of this, it was partially my idea. I mean, obviously we knew that we would have to make some changes to help you out, but I decided that we needed to do more than just make logical changes. That we needed to do something to make your life here easier."

Ty stared at Amy for a moment, before realization hit him. She was still blaming herself for what had happened. "Amy, this is not your fault! I don't know how else I can say the words so that you'll believe them. I was the one that decided to put the horse in the round pen. I was the one that decided to try to put the bridle on Davidson. Those were my choices, and those choices led me to where I am."

Amy's eyes fell to the floor as she spoke. "That doesn't change the fact that I could have done more. Maybe if I had a better warning on his chart, this wouldn't have happened."

Ty groaned, he felt like he was arguing with a brick wall. "You don't know that, Amy. I might have still done it. My head was a mess that day. I don't remember a lot of what happened, but I do know that my mind was everywhere but in that pen with that horse. That is no ones fault but my own. Please, understand that. I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself."

Amy knew deep down that he was right. She had no reason to know that Ty was going to try to set Davidson up in the round pen. She had no reason to believe that he would ever try to put a bridle on a horse she was working with. He knew how dangerous some of those horses could be, since he had seen her work with them plenty of times in the past. She knew all of that was true, but when it all came down to it, she still couldn't believe it. Part of her still believed that she had something to do with his accident, even if it wasn't directly.

"I'll work on it."

Ty smiled softly, "You better. Now, how does this bed lift thing work? Please tell me that it's intended use is so that I don't need help getting into bed."

Amy chuckled, as she started to explain it's functionality.

That night Amy lay on her back. The moonlight filtering in from her window, bathing the furthest wall in an eerie white glow. Her eyes laid open, as she stared at the ceiling. Three hours she had been laying there, waiting for sleep to come, knowing that there was no way that it ever would. Though everyone knew that having Ty in the house would be easiest for everyone involved, Amy hadn't stopped to think of the kind of havoc having him in the house would reek on her sleeping pattern.

Just knowing that he was there, two doors down, sound asleep was enough to send her nerves into overdrive. That mixed with the knowledge that at any moment he might need something, or someone, kept her alert. Though it was killing her to just lay there and think of how nice sleep sounded, Amy knew better than to leave her room. Her grandfather was a light sleeper, and he would know she was up. She also knew that he would poke and prod at her until she told him what was keeping her from sleeping. Then there was Mallory. Amy didn't want to risk waking the young girl up, not when she so willingly gave up the comforts of a bed so that Ty would have a comfortable place to sleep while he recovered.

A sigh erupted from her mouth, as she twisted to her side. Shoving her arm under her pillow, Amy shoved her face into the pillow, trying to at least get comfortable enough to sleep. After a few minutes of wriggling under the blankets, Amy found her body relaxing slightly. A few minutes later, she found her eyes drifting close, and smiled at the prospect of sleep. Just as her eyes did their final droop, Amy heard an ear-splitting scream shatter her perfect thoughts of sleep.

It took her all of two minutes to rip the blankets from around her body and start padding down the hallway. It didn't take a genius to know where the scream was coming from, and Amy made a beeline for Ty's room. She was so focused on getting to his room, that she nearly collided with her grandfather.

"Sorry, Grandpa." Amy muttered as she yanked Ty's bedroom door open.

His eyes were wide open, as sweat poured off his forehead. Amy's heart dropped at the sight, as she watched him drag ragged breaths in through his mouth. She knew that he had to be breathing far too hard for the stitches that still lined his right side into the middle of his abdomen.

"Hey, you're okay." Amy cooed, as she stepped past Jack, and took a seat next to Ty on his bed. She grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor and dabbed at Ty's forehead, as she tried her best to get him to calm down. "You're alright. It was just a dream. You're safe."

Ty's wide eyes scanned the room until they landed on Amy's features. Slowly, his breathing slowed and his eyes closed. His cheeks turned red as he shook his head.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake anyone." Ty whispered, and Amy could see the embarrassment on his face.

"Don't worry about that, Ty. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Amy prodded softly, as she wiped the last remaining sweat beads from his face.

"No. I'm alright. Just a bad dream. Nothing to worry about."

Amy craned her neck to look at her grandfather, and could tell that he wasn't buying what Ty was saying either. She also knew that neither of them could push Ty, that it would only cause him to close himself off from them. Instead, she merely nodded as she softly pushed aside a few stray strands of Ty's hair from his forehead.

"It's time for your pain medication, if you think you need it?" Jack asked.

Ty stared at him for a moment. Part of him wanted to reject the medication. His stomach did hurt, but it wasn't so bad that he couldn't stand it. However, Ty knew that the medication would help him sleep, and he hoped that it sent him into a dreamless sleep. From the deep purple circles under both Jack and Amy's eyes, he knew that neither of them had been sleeping well. "Yeah, thank you, Jack." Ty whispered, as he laid back against his pillows.

Amy stood up, and pulled his blankets back up to his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you need me, just yell." Amy whispered, before she disappeared from his room.

Ty wriggled himself into the bed as well as he could, and waited until Jack brought him the pain medication. Amy's words still lingering in the air, and he couldn't help but feel his heart warm at the thought of Amy being there, no matter what.

Amy put the brake in place on Ty's wheelchair. She eyed him carefully, his emerald eyes gazing at her softly. She switched her view from Ty to the small detachable chair that they had put into the bathtub before Ty had returned home. Amy knew she should probably get her dad or grandpa's help before lifting Ty onto the chair.

He watched her with a quizable look on his face. It took him a moment, but he finally realized what her dilemma was. How was she going to lift him onto his bathing seat. Sighing loudly, Ty made sure he had her attention before speaking. "Look, Amy. I can get myself onto that seat, you can go."

Amy shook her head. "The doctor said that you needed to take it slow and be easy on your back, Ty. I am fairly certain that lifting yourself onto a bathing seat isn't slow or easy."

Ty groaned, his frustration growing. It had been the one thing he had dreaded when he learned that Jack had planned to move him into the guest room at the ranch. He knew the moment he got back to Heartland that Amy would hover over him. Watching his every move. Like this whole situation wasn't hard enough on him, but Amy had to baby him too?

"Please. Just let me do it myself. I feel helpless enough as it is, Amy." He tried to keep his tone neutral. He tried to keep the frustration out of his voice. Amy was only trying to help and he did appreciate it, he really did, but there are some things that a man just doesn't want help with. Bathing yourself is one of those things.

"What if something happens, Ty? What if you fall and aggravate your injuries? I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I allowed you to cause even more damage to yourself."

Ty took a deep breathing, trying to control the growing frustration, but it wasn't working. He flexed his hands repeatedly, trying to ease his jumbled up nerves into calming down. Nothing was working. He was afraid to speak, fearful of what might come out of his mouth. Instead, he merely stared at her. As bad as it was, he was more willing to have Jack or Tim help him bathe - hell he'd even take Caleb, over Amy. She didn't seem to understand just how embarrassing this was for him, and he couldn't find the words to explain it to her.

"Now, just wrap your arms around my neck..."

"Just go!" Ty yelled, his emerald eyes holding a hint of anger in them. "What makes you think that you are even remotely capable of lifting me from one chair to another? Hell, Jack even has a hard time with it, and he's a man! Just, go, Amy, please. Just leave me alone." When she didn't budge, he glared at her. He knew the words that were about to come out of his mouth would hurt her deeply, and he already hated himself for it. A couple of quick, angry breaths, and he spoke again. "This, all of it, is your fault. You said so yourself, Amy! What, you didn't do a good enough job? You didn't completely paralyze me? You want to finish the job? Just go! Leave me the hell alone. I don't need your help, and I sure as hell don't want it!"

Tears filled Amy's eyes, as she realized that the truth was finally coming from Ty's mouth. She knew that he had only been placating her before when he swore it wasn't her fault. It had been wrong of her to agree with him, letting herself believe, even if just for a moment, that he was right. Now though, the truth came screaming out and for reasons beyond her knowledge, the truth hurt more than she ever could have imagined.

With her hands held up in defense, as she started to back away from Ty, she whispered. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll just go grab someone else."

Ty's mouth bobbed open, the apology on his tongue as she slipped out the door. Swallowing thickly, Ty bit his lower lip to keep the tears at bay. He didn't deserve to cry, not after what he did to Amy. She might never forgive him for what he just did, and he wouldn't blame her if she didn't but he would hate himself forever for putting the hurt back on her face.

Ty's face scrunched up as he came back to the present. He was still in his wheelchair, sitting in the bathroom. Amy had said she would get someone else to help him out, but he wasn't thinking about that anymore. All he could think about was apologizing to Amy. That look on her face as she had backed out of the bathroom would haunt his dreams for many nights to come. He hated hurting her, and it seemed that every time she tried to help him, all he did was hurt her.

"Amy!" He yelled, as he moved his wheelchair forward as hard and fast as he could. His mind was elsewhere, when the wheels of his chair hit the door jam hard. The momentum forced his half useless body out of his chair. His face smacked the floor hard, and he felt blood trickle from his nose.

"Hey, Ty, what the hell are you doing?" Tim questioned, forcing Ty to roll his eyes.

The pain in his face forgotten for the moment. The pain throbbing from stomach ignored. His only thought was getting to Amy quickly, before what he said had time to fester. "Help me up." Ty gritted out, the movement of his mouth causing his nose to throb uncomfortably.

"Not until you tell me why my daughter just ran from the bathroom like someone tried to shoot her." Tim answered, and from his position on the floor, Ty could barely make out Tim's arms crossing over his chest.

"That is really none of your business. It's between me and Amy. I plan on rectifying it, just as soon as you help me the hell up." Ty bit back. His frustration from earlier returning.

"Not with that attitude." Tim answered, before walking away.

"Dammit, Tim!" Ty yelled, moving past frustration and diving head first into anger.

"Dad, what's going on?" Amy asked, tear streaks present on her cheeks, but the tears had stopped for the moment. Amy turned the corner and saw Ty sprawled out on the floor with blood leaking onto the floor. "Ty!" She whispered. "Oh God, are you okay?"

Ty peered up at her through the cover of his brown hair. His anger forgotten for the moment, as the apology sat in his eyes, but his mouth opened to speak the words. "I'm so sorry. I am just so frustrated all the time. Forgive me?" he asked softly.

Amy nodded, "I understand, Ty. I do, it's just - it does hurt. Your words."

Ty offered her a small, sad smile. "I know. I'll try to be better."

Amy mimicked his smile, "Now, let's get you back into your chair, and get your face cleaned up." Amy paused, "Dad, can you give me a hand."

"Has he got his attitude in check? I don't help anyone that gives me lip."

Amy stood up, "I don't want to hear it, dad! At least Ty is trying. You were ten times worse than Ty ever thought about being when you hurt your back. Just ask grandpa."

Tim stood up, "Yeah, see that's the thing. Jack lies. Now, if you excuse me, I have more important things to do. Things that don't involve waiting on someone that doesn't appreciate it."

Amy glared at her father's retreating form. "We don't need him." Amy finally said, before flipping Ty's wheel chair back over.