I stepped forward and winced. The weight of my body on the leg ached throughout its every muscle, the red veins of poison creeping across my skin. My blood was infected now. I knew this from the extensive study I had done in the medical field, thinking that it was perhaps a career option. I laugh now, knowing it was foolish thinking. Why wasn’t I healing? I thought.The horse snorted once more. I watched it for a moment as I waited for the pain in my leg to subside. It was light gold with a blonde mane and tail. Its coat was glossy and clean, and it stood about sixteen hands tall, or what I guessed would be about that. One of the foster kids that had lived with us in Seattle had been adopted by a family that owned many horses. I was invited to visit once. When I went, of course, the horses had clamored to me as though I were a bale of fresh alfalfa. This horse, however, didn’t seem to care.I bit my lip and furrowed my brow. “What is wrong with me?” I said out loud, hoping someone would answer, but no one did.
