Spent a few hours today with horses. Not pictured is triska, who was grazing freely a bit further away.
Cassidy is such a sweet young man now, very soft
Noble is still nibbly and lovey, my hoodie is covered in slobber
Max is a drama queen, and stamps if you ignore him. He is slowly dismantling his barn bite by bite
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whumperless whump event day 27: what's your name again? @whumperless-whump-event
concussion / temporary amnesia / “i don't remember what happened to me.”
see this post for character information!
caretaker: Gene
whumpee: Cassidy
cw: concussion-induced gagging. no actual vomit
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It really had been an accident.
It’s just that, well, Silver could be so slippery.
He had robbed yet another stagecoach. The idiot was trying to run from Gene and his lawmen while being outnumbered four to one. It was only inevitable that Gene had to put a stop to it.
He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
When he threw the rope, he really didn’t see the rock sticking jaggedly out of the ground. If he had, he wouldn’t have yanked Silver off the horse with such momentum.
The back of his head hit the rock with spectacular force.
“Shit,” He hissed, pulling back Calliope’s reins and skidding to a stop.
Cassidy hadn’t gotten back up when he fell.
The outlaw was sprawled out on the dirt, hat thrown off a few feet away. His gelding, Scotch, was trotting back to his rider, curiously nosing his shoulder.
Gene hopped down from Calliope, jogging over to his crumpled form. The other officers also halted, hopping down with vaguely annoyed grumbling.
“Sir, why are we stopping for him? Just throw him on the back of the horse and get on with it,” one of the men said, tapping his foot impatiently.
“I don’t need to explain myself to you.”
It wasn't often that Gene pulled the deputy card, but he really didn't feel like arguing. The men quieted and gave Gene a wide berth to approach Cassidy.
Cassidy was beginning to wake up, groaning with an attempt to push himself up on his forearms. Blood was steadily dripping down the back of his neck and soaking into the poncho he was perpetually wearing. He looked about two seconds from his lunch making a reappearance in front of him.
Gene squatted beside him, and Cassidy visibly flinched.
“Wha..” He slurred, squinting at the deputy as if he couldn’t focus his eyes. “Wha’re you doin’ here..”
Not a good sign.
“You were runnin’ from me, Silver. You robbed a stagecoach. You don’t remember?” Gene explained, tilting Cassidy’s head up and observing his eyes. One pupil was blown wide and the other was constricted to a tiny prick.
Cassidy’s expression twisted into one of deep contemplation, and finally, he took a good look at his surroundings.
“I fell?” He murmured, peering up at Scotch. He shivered at the sensation of blood down his back.
“..Yeah. Yeah, you fell.” A little white lie never hurt anybody.
“Mmh.. I wouldn’ fall. M'good at ridin'. You.. You’re lyin’”
“Then why are you on the ground.”
At this, Cassidy suddenly gagged unproductively towards the dirt, whimpering as the jolt of movement agitated his pounding head.
Gene jumped back. He had no intention of getting vomited on by a man-child.
“Alright cowboy, that’s enough. We’re gettin’ you to the doctor. Can you stand?”
“‘Course I can..” Cassidy slurred, making absolutely no movement to get up.
Gene sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s such a fool.
He leaned down and grabbed Cassidy’s upper arm, hauling him to his unsteady feet. Cassidy leaned heavily against Gene, head lolling towards his shoulder.
Gene maneuvered the outlaw onto Calliope, Scotch tethered behind. He ignored the confused stares of the other lawmen as he stepped up and sat behind Cassidy. He kept an arm wrapped around his middle to keep him from toppling off the horse all over again as they made their way into town.
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It was a few hours after the incident that Cassidy regained his lost memories. He sat up in his medical cot, gasping indignantly as he shot a pointed glare at Gene.
“It was you! You roped me off my damn horse!”
Gene said nothing. He simply sipped his tea and leaned back in his seat.
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