The song of love.

Chapter two. The crush.

Doctor Soft Heart passed the rest of the day checking in Sweetie Belle’s leg. Sweetie Belle started to like this "Doctor Soft Heart". Even Rarity seemed to like him.

Soft Heart tried to cheer her with jokes and stories made by himself. For a while, it worked...

But the day turned to worse when the results of his tests came to light.

Checking upon her leg, Soft discovered something very unusual:

Usually, a horse leg can be cured with time and a lot of medicines. However, this one could not be cured.

Downstairs, Rarity was walking around in the boutique, looking to the ground, waiting for the doctor to tell her good news. Just in that moment, Soft Heart came down.

“Oh, Soft Heart. How is she?”

“Until now…" He turned to the stairs. "... very well, I’d say.”

“Then… is she going to cure?”

Soft Heart eyes went to the ground, while trying to articulate the correct words. He just sighed and gestured Rarity to the door.

“I… I… I t-think we should talk outside.”

Soft Heart asked Rarity to go outside for Sweetie Belle not to hear the bad news.

Once outside, Soft tried to compose himself, before giving the blow.

“First of all… who made her bandage? It was all wrong and… and… and…”

Rarity could tell Soft Heart was holding something from her.

“Doctor? What’s wrong?”

“…Everything”

Rarity could tell by the look on his face that good news would not be given this time.

“…Miss Rarity… this is some kind of rupture that cannot be treated just like that. The usual treatments are not going to work with this. Therefore, I must say this…”

“What is going to happen to my sister?”

“… She will lose her leg. I’d give her… two weeks at the most.”

Rarity’s mouth went wide open by this fact. Her little sister, the energetic little filly that ran all the day with her friends, searching for her cutie mark, would end in a few weeks. She could not get it.

“But… but…”

“I’m sorry… but this is the truth.”

“But… you’re a unicorn, just like me! Can’t you do anything with your magic to help her!?”

Soft Heart turned around to search for something. Then, he looked to the tree in front of them.

“Would you say this tree could grow up healthy, even if it’s cut in nine different parts?”

Rarity’s eyes went wide open. It could be true?

“Her bone is destroyed… in nine different parts?”

“Unfortunately, yes. My magic can only fix a broken bone in at least 4 parts. But a broken bone like this one has never occurred before. The amount of magic to do this is about the same as the elements of harmony. However, this kind of energy upon a single pony is too much. It would kill her.”

“But what if we can find somepony with that capacity?”

“Listen. I’m not talking about the caster pony, but to the casted one. Just look at the other time the elements of harmony have been used. First one: Nightmare Moon was sent to the moon. Second one: Nightmare Moon returns only to be destroyed by the elements of Harmony. Three: Discord is turned into a stone by the elements of harmony.”

“And with that you are saying…?”

“I’m saying that casting the elements of harmony in Sweetie Belle, having this evidence on what they can do… I’m not too sure if they will do something good on her.”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“I suggest, by what has been told to me, for you to contact the Royal sisters. Maybe they can do something for her.”

Rarity started to think it. Suddenly, she stands up with a huge smile on her face.

“YES! You’re right! I’ll tell Spike to help me.”

Said this, she start to gallop to Twilight’s house. Soft Heart had barely advanced a few steps before stopping and started to cry silently.

“What are you doing, Soft?”

The next morning.

Soft Heart wakes up after a bad night, thinking about that poor filly. She was so excited when he promised to do everything he could to cure her. And now, it was obvious that he had done anything possible for her. That crushed on him, causing him to start to cry again in his bed. He had promised something impossible.

Downstairs, he sat on his couch. Silently, he started to think. Somehow, the image of Sweetie Belle couldn’t be taken out of his mind. Since his graduation in Canterlot, he had never treated nopony. She was his first patience, and he was about to lose the battle.

His mind returned to the day when he got graduated:

All the ponies of the eighteenth class were in a single file. Then, Celestia herself made her apparition in front of the class.

“Dear ponies of the eighteenth class! I have come to you in this day to give you the opportunity of working alongside with me in order to keep the love and happiness in this beautiful land. But only with one condition: you shall swear to do your best on this job.”

Soft Heart was the last one on the file. Therefore, he could hear all the other ponies. Suddenly, an idea rushed to his mind. Telling the same than his comrades would be dishonest. Once his turn to pass to the front came, he stood in front of Celestia.

“I swear, by the lives of all the ponies in Equestria, that I will never fail doing my job! I swear not to let anypony feel pain, even if I have to sacrifice myself.”

The room was silent by the last sentence. Nopony had made the promise of sacrifice themselves in order to keep the well-being of a patient. Celestia saw this not in a rude way, but as prove of his determination of doing the good to others instead of himself.

Soft Heart’s remembering was interrupted by a knock in his door. When he went to the door, he saw nopony standing there. Instead of that, he found a letter in the floor.

Dear doctor Soft Heart.

Miss Rarity needs you at her house right away after you finish of reading this.

With a deep anxiety in his mind, he took his saddlebags and went to the Boutique. Once at the door, he knocked a few times and waited outside. When the door opened, Rarity came out.

“Doctor Soft Heart! Good to see you! I have something to tell you!”

“Good morning, Miss Rarity. What is it? Is something wrong?”

“No. Please, come inside.”

He never hoped to see what was happening in front of him: Sweetie Belle was on her four hooves, running from side to side of the boutique. She had still the same bandages in her leg, but still… she was running. Soft Heart found no words to come out from his mouth.

Sweetie Belle stopped for a second to see upon the surprised pony at the door. The yellow colt just stood there, without knowing the how and why of the situation.

“Good morning, Doctor!”

Sweetie Belle rushed to wrap her little hooves around the bigger hoof of the surprised unicorn in a warm hug.

“I don’t know what you did to me yesterday, but I feel a lot better right now. Thank you so very much!”

“… Um… well… you’re… welcome?”

“Sweetie Belle, why don’t you show the doctor the drawing you made this morning?”

“Yes, big sister! I’ll go upstairs to get them!”

In a rush of white dust, she disappeared from the room, leaving her smiling sister and the surprised doctor alone.

Rarity turned to Soft, who held his sight in the floor, like if there was something invisible. He then turned to Rarity.

“When did she started to do that?”

“She started just in this morning. She jumped from her bed and started to walk around.”

Soft Heart could not believe it. There was only one reason for that to happen.

“Celestia helped you, didn’t she?”

“Actually… no, she didn’t. Her response letter hasn’t even arrived yet.”

“She hasn’t answered?”

“No.”

Then again, there was no apparent reason for this to be happening. Her leg was so devastated by the accident that there were no chances of getting it cured. It was impossible to say at least.

It was confirmed when Sweetie Belle started to scream in the upper floor. Rarity and Soft quickly got to her room, where she was screaming in pain, holding her leg.

Soft Heart knew what had happened: she was so excited about her leg being cured that she had forgotten about her leg. However, when he showed up again, she remembered it, causing the pain to become even stronger than before. When they approached to help her, Soft saw a drawing in the floor, which had a yellow colt in it holding the hoof of a smaller white filly. On it, there was a single phrase: my hero.