I finally got the chance to watch all of series three. I thought I'd already watched most of it but as it turned out I hadn't so YAY. Now I watched it all and it inspired me to write something for the saddle club. I had this idea, and also one other idea that I might go with.

"WHOA!"

This didn't seem right! Stevie hadn't had any problems during riding neither earlier today nor ever before. And she certainly hadn't ever been one to ever hesitate about anything.

Then, only minutes ago she had lost control over Belle and practically ran over the judges…

Or at least something near it before I shouted at her to control her horse. But she hadn't ever had any problems like that neither.

So many thoughts were spinning in my mind while it seemed Stevie was almost swaying where she sat- something was wrong!

Then she collapsed forward over Belle's neck…

"STEVIE!" '

The steps were never so slow and long as when one of my kids fell off their horse and I needed to check if they were okay. Usually they were- a bruise or three and some problems to sit within the nearest few days. But something was obviously up with Stevie…

"Stevie?" After what felt like a million miles of running I was kneeled by her, shook her as big as I dared, and ran my hand over her forehead- a parent's move to feel for a temperature but she didn't seem warm to me.

I just had the time to do so a second time when Stevie moaned slightly and her eyes opened just a little bit. I wasn't about to call for an ambulance after she had only been unconscious for a few seconds, even though it felt like hours. And if not for my own sake than for Stevie, her eyes only opened a little bit before she shut them again and lifted her hand and rubbed her eyes as if the light was hurting her head.

Maybe she had fallen off earlier, maybe she had hit her head… But she was wearing a helmet! I would always expect all of my students to always wear it…

And I had never known anything of that Stevie had migraines and no flu's or colds had been going around the place.

"My sister went with Ashley, her dad's a doctor." Lisa suddenly told me- her voice finally reached through my thinking. "They went to use the phone in the office. And we thought… well, we might want to hear what he thinks… Stevie hates hospitals!" I looked up with that reminding and looked around when another noise suddenly came from Stevie just as I was about to ask her something- whatever!

"Whoa!"

She was suddenly breathing fitfully, weirdly. Before all of a sudden- she got up, and leaned towards one elbow vomited right on the ground in between me and her.

I thought about it for a second, wouldn't it be better to call for an ambulance. Maybe something was really wrong and Stevie needed help as fast as possible. But we were… here and there were so many people all around!

"'m okay." Stevie suddenly mumbled. "I'm okay."

Well that didn't seem anywhere near the truth. At least it didn't seem she had thrown up blood or anything else that would have worried me. Perhaps she had only eaten something bad and was coming down with some kind of food poisoning.

"My dad's on his way." Ashley and Melanie came running back. "But now…" Ashley looked around. "I think at least my dad wants to make his job without all of these people watching."

"Of course, of course." It felt as if there were a thousand things that had span on my mind only for the last two minutes- that felt like hours but still. "How are you feeling, Stevie? Can you get up or should I carry you and we can get away from all of these people?"

"I can stand up,"

It was a relief to me that, even though she seemed drowsy and was leaned against me more than the ground. At least she kept upright, swayed a bit where she stood before she found her balance before we started moving, slowly but steadily up toward the stables.

"That's it." I mumbled, more to myself than Stevie. "One step at a time… Red?"

I looked around to try and find it, when I saw Stevie was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I was going but the race needed to go on with the others and Red was about to clean where Stevie had been sick and sort out the jumps. In the corner of my eyes I could see it as Carole and Stevie took care of the horses., then I had to turn my thoughts back to Stevie.

"You might think I seem worried…" I half-joked to Deb. "But I promise you- now that is nothing compared to what some parents can be like… Now. Dr. Taylor?" He pulled up just as we came from the direction. "This is Stevie, but I think you've met before. Now come on. Come here and you can sit down so that Dr. Taylor can set a diagnosis…"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Stevie's voice was now sounding clearer and she didn't have to force her eyes open- she was also leaned more and more on her own two feet and less and less on me. "We might be here for a long time…" With the tone in Stevie's voice, I would have sort of, boxed her shoulder jokingly. Stevie was Stevie after all.

But thinking of what had just happened I was quite certain that wasn't a good idea! She still seemed so weak and I just wanted to take care of her.

"Can I have a glass of water?"

"Sure. Come on Deb. We'll have to leave this doctor and his patient alone for his work now. You get her a glass of water, I'll go call her mum. And by the time we're back…"

And by the time we were back Dr. Taylor was packing his bag again and seemed to be leaving. Stevie seemed tired and Deb had put the blanket over her, but at least she didn't seem in pain, dizzy or nauseas anymore.

"That's it then." Dr. Taylor led us out of the temporary hospital room. "I think Stephanie here has a minor concussion. But there are circumstances that would have worried me. Tell me now. Was she unconscious for long? Several minutes?"

"No." Deb answered before I got the chance. "Maybe… half a minute…. A minute at most."

"Really?" I could figure my wife was right. "It felt so long. Like hours."

Dr. Taylor gave me a meaning look, he checked his watch and didn't seem worried.

"It would have worried me more if she would have gone more unconscious and without being able to come back. If she had kept vomiting or had become more nauseas from that water. Now, there's a bump on the back of her head, and I think she has a mild concussion… that's not as bad as it sounds. It will go away on its own with some rest, when she goes home make sure she eats and drinks normally. She can take an Aspirin if she has a headache but then, if she doesn't wake up or start vomiting without being able to keep anything- including fluid down, it's then and only then I'd take her to the hospital. So other than that…. I think Stevie herself has some explaining to do, you can put some ice on her head. I think my work here is done."

I was just so nervous before I and Deb went back to Stevie- whatever had caused that bump? I thought my riders always wore helmets. Had Belle thrown with her head- and hit Stevie so hard she caused a concussion? Then why didn't she just tell us before she didn't have a choice?

Dr. Taylor was right! Stevie did have some explaining to do!

Maybe not exactly right now though…

And cut!

Random fact

I have something for sickfics. I might write more soon.