Dawn
My strength is returning quickly, but my shoulder still throbs whenever I lift my arm. The dizzy spells are coming less frequently, but I"m still in the clinic because they have nowhere else to put me. Ryan is usually with me when he"s not fishing, chopping wood, training horses, or performing one of the million other jobs around here. I"ve asked him about that a few times and he says that no one here is simply labeled as one thing. He is training to be a medic, but he will never be just a medic. His days are filled with whatever his father wants done. His favorite job is working in the stables and that"s where I find him on this cloudy day.
When I see him, he is walking a large, black horse in circles around the yard. He beams as I walk up. I can"t help but draw parallels between t
