You knew the moment the buzzer went off, Billy was getting the best score for tonight. You didn't expect him to get caught between the gate and horse when dismounting. Now as you stand outside the medical room, listening to the doctor explain he has a concussion, fractured rib, and shoulder tear, all you can think about is what an earful he's going to get the moment you get in there. As the doctor leaves and you step inside, Billy appears to know what lecture you've prepared as he sits up, sighing.

"Ah, now! I don't even wanna hear about it, darlin'. I already know what you're gonna say," Billy nags, waving a dismissive hand and rolling his eyes. You just give him an unamused look, your brow raising as you tongue your cheek. He scoffs and crosses his arms, pouting in the childish way you love and hate so much. "Did you see my score out there? It's not just my personal best; it's the arena's new personal best too! I'm goin' home with $30,706 tonight, darlin'. Are ya really gonna chastise me about bein' safe when I'm earnin' shit like that?"