Post by rowes on Aug 17, 2008 15:07:40 GMT -5
(First part in Brood Barn.)
Steven hurried into the house a heap of wet fur in his arms. "Laurette! Quick! Get me some towels and a hot water bottle!" he shouted. Running into the living room he let the foal down before the open fire place. It lay watching him with one eye whilst he frantically typed numbers into a phone. Just then Laurette came running in carrying a bundle of supplies. She went straight to the foal and began to warm it's freezing little body. "Hello. I'd like to call out your emergency vet... I have a newborn foal that's in destress...Okay.... Bye." Steven spoke down the phone. He put it back on the table then rushed to the foal's side. It was already covered in towels and the hotwater bottle. "Do you think he'll make it?" Laurette asked gentely stroking the foals nose with two of her fingers. "I don't know. The vet will be here soon." he sighed watching it's tiny nostrils expand then contract slowly.
The vet arrived five minutes later carrying a large bag. The door was open so he came straight in. Both of the owners looked up and gave a weak smile. "He's hanging on." Steven explained as the vet came over and began to inspect the foal. Taking various peices of equiptment and pressing them on the foal he sighed, "He has a 50 50 chance of lasting the night." "Just keep him warm and try to bottle feed him. It looks like he's hanging on so keep and eye on him. I'll give him a little boost which may help." he said injecting the foal with a clear liquid. "Thanks." Steven smiled shaking the vets hand. "If he survives the night bring him in tomorrow." he sighed heading for the door.
"Will do." he nodded letting the vet out. "We'll set up the spare room with some towels and stuff." Steven stated picking up the extra towels that lay beside the foal.
The small dull room lay srewn with towels and newspaper. In the corner of the room an old bed sheet lay over some pillows, creating a deep and comfortable bed. Steven lay the little foal down in the soft bed and lookd back at Laurette who had a bottle of his mothers milk. "You try and feed him whilst I go and take a quick dip in the bath." Steven sighed noticing the blood that was smeared up his arms. "Okay." she said kneeling beside the foal and rubbing the teat of the bottle on it's lips. Steven left the room and made his way upstairs.
Eventually laying into the bath made him notice how tired he was. He rubbed the dried blood and it easily came of into the water. He groaned as his tired joints began to ach terribly from carrying things and running around the farm all night (It was now 3am). His eye lids began to droop and he couldn't bear to keep them open, slipping into a deep sleep.
Suddenly a knock on the door woke him. He rubbed his eyes and realised he'd fell asleep. The door opened and Laurette poked her head in. She quickly shut the door "Sorry." she said through the wood. It had been a long time since she'd seen him naked. "It's alright. What did you want?" Steven laughed.
"Errmm. The foal's standing." she grinned opening the door again. "Seriously?" he said his face beaming.
"Yeah!"
He jumped out of the now freezing cold water and wrapped a towel around his waist. Following his girlfriend they both rushed down to the spare room. Opening the door the tiny foal was now standing up right on it's spindly legs. They both let out a breath of relief and walked over to the colt. Steven scratched his neck, making him nicker and wobble. "Thank god." he smiled. "Well I think I'm going to bed." he yawned.
"Me too." Laurette said following Steven to bed.
Steven hurried into the house a heap of wet fur in his arms. "Laurette! Quick! Get me some towels and a hot water bottle!" he shouted. Running into the living room he let the foal down before the open fire place. It lay watching him with one eye whilst he frantically typed numbers into a phone. Just then Laurette came running in carrying a bundle of supplies. She went straight to the foal and began to warm it's freezing little body. "Hello. I'd like to call out your emergency vet... I have a newborn foal that's in destress...Okay.... Bye." Steven spoke down the phone. He put it back on the table then rushed to the foal's side. It was already covered in towels and the hotwater bottle. "Do you think he'll make it?" Laurette asked gentely stroking the foals nose with two of her fingers. "I don't know. The vet will be here soon." he sighed watching it's tiny nostrils expand then contract slowly.
The vet arrived five minutes later carrying a large bag. The door was open so he came straight in. Both of the owners looked up and gave a weak smile. "He's hanging on." Steven explained as the vet came over and began to inspect the foal. Taking various peices of equiptment and pressing them on the foal he sighed, "He has a 50 50 chance of lasting the night." "Just keep him warm and try to bottle feed him. It looks like he's hanging on so keep and eye on him. I'll give him a little boost which may help." he said injecting the foal with a clear liquid. "Thanks." Steven smiled shaking the vets hand. "If he survives the night bring him in tomorrow." he sighed heading for the door.
"Will do." he nodded letting the vet out. "We'll set up the spare room with some towels and stuff." Steven stated picking up the extra towels that lay beside the foal.
The small dull room lay srewn with towels and newspaper. In the corner of the room an old bed sheet lay over some pillows, creating a deep and comfortable bed. Steven lay the little foal down in the soft bed and lookd back at Laurette who had a bottle of his mothers milk. "You try and feed him whilst I go and take a quick dip in the bath." Steven sighed noticing the blood that was smeared up his arms. "Okay." she said kneeling beside the foal and rubbing the teat of the bottle on it's lips. Steven left the room and made his way upstairs.
Eventually laying into the bath made him notice how tired he was. He rubbed the dried blood and it easily came of into the water. He groaned as his tired joints began to ach terribly from carrying things and running around the farm all night (It was now 3am). His eye lids began to droop and he couldn't bear to keep them open, slipping into a deep sleep.
Suddenly a knock on the door woke him. He rubbed his eyes and realised he'd fell asleep. The door opened and Laurette poked her head in. She quickly shut the door "Sorry." she said through the wood. It had been a long time since she'd seen him naked. "It's alright. What did you want?" Steven laughed.
"Errmm. The foal's standing." she grinned opening the door again. "Seriously?" he said his face beaming.
"Yeah!"
He jumped out of the now freezing cold water and wrapped a towel around his waist. Following his girlfriend they both rushed down to the spare room. Opening the door the tiny foal was now standing up right on it's spindly legs. They both let out a breath of relief and walked over to the colt. Steven scratched his neck, making him nicker and wobble. "Thank god." he smiled. "Well I think I'm going to bed." he yawned.
"Me too." Laurette said following Steven to bed.