Indigo stumbled out of bed, holding her head. She leaned over the toilet, threw up and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked horrible. She tied her hair back in a ponytail and wet a washrag. She wiped her face and groaned. She couldn't take care of the horses like this. She walked to the phone. Daialing the number she sighed,
"Hello?"
"Hey Mike, it's Indigo."
"Hey! What's up?"
"Do you think you could come out to my farm and help? I am sick."
"Uh- sure. Is it just you?"
"No. There is another person who works here, Ricky. I don't want him to do it all by himself."
"Ya. I could do that."
"Oh! And could you bring Scarlet with you?"
"You want her back?"
"Of course!"
"Ya." Mike chuckled.
Indigo sighed, "Thank you so much."
"Sure thing. Bye. I'll be out there soon."
Indigo hung up and went to the bathroom again, her head throbbing. She groaned again and rested her head on her hand. "Hurry Mike."