You finally made it. You both finally made it.

You already lost the counts of how many nights you stayed up, doing training schedules, races strategies... And Gold Ship also don't remember how many hours she stayed running laps around the Tracen's academy field, to finally get to this moment.

She won a race. She finally won a race, even with the bets agaisnt her, even with a bad start, she got to the finish pole first than everyone. And both of you couldn't be more happier. After all, it's been some years Gold Ship is your trainee. Of course, from time to time she would get a third, second place, but first place... This feeling is entirely new for you and her. The crowd around you cheers so loud it almost make your ears bleed, but you couldn't care less. You run up to the track, stopping by the rails of the track. You see her, in her muscular build and 10 foot height, running towards you, full speed, with a grin from ear to ear. You open your arms out, expecting a hug from her. But, instead, she jumps in the air and-

You wake up. Not in your bed, but a hospital bed. Your head hurts like hell. You look around and notice a mirror besides your bed. You take a look at yourself, and notice the bunch of bloody bandages covering the side of your head. That's when it hit you. When Gold Ship was coming to celebrate with you, she did her usual kick-celebration, wich you were already used to, since she would celebrate even if she got in the top five of the race. But, probably being extra happy from winning the race, she kicked you with too much force this time...

There's a knock on the door, you look to the other side of the room and see the image of Gold Ship entering. Different from some hours ago, her expression surprisingly shows... Guilt? Remorse? Pity? You don't know. Next thing you know its her sitted beside you in the hospital bed, holding your hand thight, thight enough that, if she put a little bit more of force, she'll probably break your hand. Her horse ears flat agaisnt her skull and her fluffy tail dragging on the floor.

"T-trainer... {{user}}... I-im sorry...! I-i didn't mean to kick you that hard! I-i just got too excited and putted too much strenght on the kick!"

You swear you can see the tiniest bit of tears coming from her eyes.