It had been just a little over a week since Ty had been released from the hospital. The progress was slow moving, and every day he seemed to get just a little bit more frustrated than the last. Not just with the fact that it seemed like nothing had changed over the past week, but the fact that Amy hadn't even been able to look him in the eye since he exploded on her. He had tried to apologize, more than once, and every single time she said that it was fine. Yet, it was the way she said it. The tone of her voice, the fact that she had stared down at the floor, and the slight quiver of her hands.

It was really startingto eat at him. He honestly felt horrible about yelling at her – saying the horrible things that he had said, but what else could he do?

"How did your therapy session go?" Jack asked suddenly, causing Ty's head to swivel toward the older man.

They had left the hospital nearly twenty minutes ago, and Ty had been quite fine with leaving the truck in silence. However, it appeared that Jack had other plans. Like making him talk. Ty had found out a few days after, what he was now referring to as the situation, that Tim had told Jack about his outburst. Jack had confronted him about it, and his poor attitude following that outburst. After that, Jack hadn't brought it up again. However, Ty knew that Jack had been watching him and Amy like a hawk, and Ty was pretty sure that the awkwardness between the two of them hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Slow. Agonizingly slow." Ty mumbled, as he let his head flop against the passenger side window.

"You'll get there, Ty. The doctor seems convinced that you'll walk again. You just need to take it slow. No need risking further injury, right?" Jack asked softly.

"I guess..." Ty trailed off as he stiffened slightly. He hated talking about his feelings to anyone, but Jack had this fatherly-like way of making Ty spill his guts. Even if he didn't want to.

"Out with it already." Jack growled, when Ty didn't continue what he was saying.

"I guess, I'm just sick of feeling useless. Of watching you and Caleb bust your asses and breaking your backs to pick up the extra work. Not to mention the fact that I have to put off vet school for the foreseeable future. I can't work with Scott. All I do is sit in that damn chair all day long, watching everyone else do something useful."

Jack sighed, he knew that it was more than just the slow progress that Ty was making in rehab. He just didn't realize how bad it was getting. The doctor had warned him before that Ty would get down on himself, that he might even start to become angry and frustrated with those around him. Jack had just hoped that Ty was strong enough to overcome those feelings. Not that he blamed Ty. Hell, Jack was nearly certain he would feel the exact same way if he was in Ty's shoes.

"That's understandable, Ty. I have an idea. I need to talk it over with some of the others, but I think that maybe this might help you feel a little better. You just need to be patient with me."

Ty offered Jack a small smile. He would take whatever he could get, he just wished that Jack would give him some information on what exactly it was that he was planning.

Ty held the wheels of his chair tightly in his hands as he carefully wheeled himself toward the stable. As he came around the corner, he saw her. He couldn't deny her beauty, even if he wanted to. The way the sun seemed to glint off her hair. A smile formed on his lips, as he became lost in thought of her blue eyes shining as she worked with a new horse. The small, proud smile that crossed her lips every time she was able to help whichever horse came through Heartland. That, he realized, was what had made him fall for her. His arms seized up tightly, causing his wheels to lock almost immediately. Ty's body jerked forward, but he wasn't focused on the pain that he felt. Instead all he could think about was the fact that he had just admitted, if only to himself, that he had fallen in love with Amy Fleming. He had tried to deny it, tried to explain it away as simple attraction and yet he knew that it wasn't the truth. It wasn't instantaneous. In fact, the first time he met Amy, he didn't much care for her or her attitude. No, it had been a few days later when he had watched her working with Spartan. How gentle she was, and the way she refused to give up. That had been the first step.

"Ty, are you okay?" Amy asked, as he's attention came back to the present. He looked up and locked eyes with Amy. It was then that he felt the pain coursing through his body. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"Not really." Ty whispered softly, as he grimaced. Of course he felt the occasional twinge of pain in his abdomen from the surgery, but he hadn't felt pain like this in the lower half of his body since he woke up in the hospital. "It hurts." The words came out as a muffled whimper.

"What hurts, Ty?" Amy asked, as she knelt down in front of him. She could see the pain laced in his eyes, but it was the small glimmer of hope and wonder that had her curious. It was something she hadn't seen in Ty's eyes since his accident.

"My back – my legs. They hurt." This time his voice held a bit of the hope that had only been present in his eyes. "That's a good thing, right? That I feel the pain?"

Amy ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. Was it a good thing? The doctor hadn't spoken to them about pain, but he had mentioned that any sensation or feeling in the lower half of his body was progress. "Look, I'm going to grab grandpa. Don't move. I don't want to risk you hurting yourself, okay?" She waited until Ty nodded his head, before she stood up. As she walked past Ty's wheelchair, she placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. Once she let go of Ty's shoulder, she ran toward the house. Amy tried with everything inside of her to not let herself hope that all of this was progress. That he would be out of that chair and walking on his own in no time.

"Grandpa!" Amy cried, as she burst through the door.

"Amy! What's wrong?" Jack asked, as he ran into the kitchen.

She took a deep breath to steady her voice before she spoke. "Grandpa, it's Ty. He's in pain."

Jack's nose wrinkled slightly, "Is it his stomach? I've told him to be careful. Those stitches come out in a week."

Amy shook her head, "No. It's his back and legs. He stopped his wheelchair abruptly and it jerked his body around really hard. I asked him if he was alright, and he said that he was hurting."

Jack's eyebrows wrinkled. "You bring him in here. Make sure that you push the chair, don't let him. I'll call the doctor. I don't want to rush him back to the hospital if it's nothing to worry about, but I don't want to treat it as nothing and have him injuring himself worse."

Amy nodded, "Okay, grandpa."

Amy tucked Ty's comforter under his chin, and offered him a small smile. Dr. Cartwright had driven out to the ranch to check on Ty, after Jack called him, worried about the sudden pain that Ty was feeling. After he was assured that Ty hadn't injured himself again, Dr. Cartwright explained that Ty feeling pain was definitely a step in the right direction. That with any sort of feeling in the lower half of his body, meant that his spine was starting to heal. That the damage was being fixed, and that if Ty stayed on his current path of rehabilitation that he could be walking again within a few months.

Ty made a move to sit up, but Amy put light pressure on his shoulder to keep him lying back against his pillow. "You heard what the doctor said, Ty. You need to rest."

He sighed, "The Doctor said the pain was a good sign, Amy, and it's not even dark outside. I'm not tired. I don't want to just lay in bed all day."

Amy's lips puckered, the doctor's words still ringing in her ears. "He also said that you should rest and relax the rest of the day avoid further injury. Grandpa and Lou agree that you should be in bed."

Ty grumbled lightly, but he couldn't fight her on what she deemed right. Aside from the fact that he hated to just lay around, he was really sore and the pain pill that the doctor had prescribed him was starting to work it's way through his body. Even as he spoke the words of not being tired, he could feel his eyes start to burn and sting. Before long they would be pulling close, and it would be easier for everyone involved if he was already in bed before he fell asleep.

Amy made a move to turn to leave, when Ty's hand reached out and snatched her hand. "Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep? I don't like being alone."

Amy couldn't deny the look on his face. Instead of answering him, she merely walked around to the other side of the bed, and crawled up next to him and sat down. "I won't move a muscle until you're out of it."

Ty smiled sheepishly, "Thanks, Amy. I know I haven't been the easiest person to be around lately and I truly am sorry for anything and everything I might've said to upset you or your family."

Amy shrugged her shoulders. "To be honest, Ty. I forgave you last week about that. I won't lie. It hurt – it still hurts, because I know that deep down you do blame me. That's why I've kept my distance from you. Because it's so hard to look at you, and to see you smile at me all the while knowing that you blame me for your accident. I'm not saying that you're wrong, because you're not. It is my fault. I didn't take appropriate precautions, and because of that, you were injured. I just hope that you will eventually be able to forgive me."

Ty sighed. When he had said that he didn't blame her, he thought he meant it. He wanted to mean it, but his outburst, even if it was to get her to leave him alone, had some truth to it. It was after he had yelled at her, that he realized on some level he did blame her. Even if he still couldn't remember exactly what had happened, he figured he was the most to blame. Ty realized that he had to have done something stupid to cause the horse to lose it. Even if there wasn't a proper warning on his stall, Ty realized he never should have handle a horse he knew nothing about.

"I won't lie to you, Amy. So, I mean this when I say that I don't fully blame you. I don't want to blame you at all. You didn't force me to pull Davidson from his stall. I did that on my own. So obviously, I am the one to blame for everything that's happened. Yet, I can't sit here and say that I don't blame you, because it's not true. On some level, I guess I do blame you, I just don't know why. Nothing that happened was your fault. Even if you didn't put the proper information on Davidson's stall, I never should have taken him out to the round pen to begin with. I knew nothing about him. I didn't know what would set him off, and yet I did it anyway. All the blame should be on me, and I wish that it was..."

Amy laid her head back against the headboard, and turned it towards Ty. "It's okay, Ty. I forgive you."