Personal Narrative: My First Horse

Everyday I go to the barn at four o'clock to bring in our horses, give them grain, hay, and water. The chores at night would take about an hour maybe a little while longer, but they quickly taught me to be responsible. While brining in the horses sounds easy, thats not always the case. At one point while I was bringing in my first horse I looked down at the legs and everything seemed to be fine. No cuts, no scrapes, and the horse was walking how he should be. I hear a loud noise coming from down the hall. The horse I was learning and myself jumped out of out skin. I quickly ran and put my horse in a random stall. I slammed the door and here comes a horse running loose down the isle. I turn around and throw my hands in the air. “Wooooo” I shouted sternly. The horse comes to a sudden halt. I grabbed the horse and walked him back towards his stall. This wasn't unusual, sometimes horses escape when you open the gate to grab a different horse. As I am walking this now wired horse back to his stall I hear a small should coming from out side.
“ I need help” My grandmother shouted weakly. I hustle to put the horse in the stall and get out to my grandmother. I get out side and my grandmother, Lynn is laying on her back holding her arm into her chest.
“ Oh My God, are you ok?” I said
“ We need
I helped my grandmother up propped her on the fence and ran to get the car. As we got to the hospital I realized all the horses were out and it was dark. My grandmother sent me home to bring in the rest of the horses. I really didn't want to leave her but I knew the work had to be done. I went home and finished the work, by the time I got back to the hospital it was just past ten PM. When I got there the doctor sent her home with me. “ Drink lots of fluids, keep the ibuprofen in your system, and don't be working with your horses anytime soon.” The doctor said as we left. We made sure we listened and she was back out and working in no