The Storm

This takes place right before he jumps off the mountain

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"Wait!" The first voice I had heard in days managed to reach my frostbitten ears, and I craned my head upwards to where the voice had come from. A bright light. Was it the end of me? A rope ladder unraveled downwards with a pony on the end of it, and in a swift and skilled movement the pony wrapped a foreleg around my middle and hauled me onto his shoulders. Black enveloped my mind.

"When will he wake up?" The youthful voice broke the barriers of unconsciousness as my eyes fluttered open. I was in a hospital. Many tubes and screens were hooked up up into my nose, my wrists, and throat. A screen nearby showed my heartbeat. It was almost melodic, the sound of the beeping, because I knew it meant I was alive.

Three ponies were standing by my bed, the largest was holding my right hoof. The two smaller figures were looking at me curiously, and I opened my mouth to speak, but the tube only allowed a muffled grunt. The pony looked up, two darker streaks of fur leading from her eyes. It was my wife. She screamed happily, and nudged the two foals I recognized as my daughters. They squealed and jumped onto me, happy as they were they were still gentle as they hugged me.

My wife called out to the open door, and a nurse peeked in and a happy grin spread onto her face as she called down the hall to possibly other doctors or nurses that were fussing over him "He's awake!" More nurses and doctors galloped to the room, most congratulating my wife and children, and most of all me, while some others asked me questions like if I felt okay, If if was dizzy, stuff like that.

I couldn't help a grin spread on my face. I was alive after all. I was still with my family. I hadn't lost them, or myself. A tear slid down my cheek, and we all went in for a massive group hug. All the doctors and nurses joined in, some muttering things like "It's a miracle." or "Wonder of life", mumbo jumbo like that. But all that I cared about was that I was alive.

I made a steady recovery, but I had lost usage of my wings. They were amputated, but I couldn't care less. My wife and I were really brought closer together by the whole ordeal. Our children steadily aged, getting a scholarship for one of the best colleges in Equestria. But, I made sure to have them promise to me that they would never, *ever, never,*** climb any mountain, especially Mt. Everest.