The Rainbow of my Soul

Unfortunately, sleep didn't welcome me. It must have been hours later that I rolled over, looking up at the clock. It was to my dismay that I discovered it was only fifteen minutes ago that Redheart had come in.

"Ugh." I moaned into my tail, before stretching out and slamming the back of my head into my pillow. I closed my eyes tightly, until the world started to swirl and spin.

     It was shaping to be a long, long day. And without a book or guitar or any other means of entertainment, I was going to get very bored. Boredom and I do not mix well. I tend to do stupid things.

Like the one I was contemplating right now, walking on a broken leg. I slowly shifted myself to the side of the bed, peering over the side. It wasnt that far down, easily within arm, er, foreleg-reach. I threw the sheets off of myself, and rolled over, sliding off the bed and landing on my front hooves. It was. . .odd. I shook my head and slowly walked forward until I could swing my hind legs down. I balanced against the bed, leaning on my good leg. My other leg, my left one, was wrapped up in numerous bandages and felt heavy, throbbing with my heartbeat. It didnt really hurt though, so I tapped it against the floor, testing it. Still not much more than a twinge, so I gently rested some weight on it. When nothing bad seemed to happen, I slowly made my way to the door. It wasnt as hard to walk on four legs as I expected. It was actually quite easy. It would, however, take some time to get used to not having fingers. It was rather akin to crawling, except without having long legs and feet dragging behind you.

     Still, the door seemed very far away, and while I may pretend to know how to walk, I still was trying to walk on hooves for the first time, with a broken leg. I've never been one to give up, though, and so I slowly made my way to the door, leaning against various objects on my quest for freedom.

    Finally, I was at the door. Thankfully there was no knob, because I have no idea what I would do if there was. Instead, I pushed the door open with my nose, and peered out into the hall. It seemed deserted, with every other door shut except for one, the last one before the stairs. It was silent, too, the kind of silent you only find in a hospital. Not quiet, but silent. There were beeps and chirps and things humming, the buzzing of insects at the windows, the relentless dinging of medical equipment. But it was silent. There was no life, no joy, no sorrow, no pain, no happiness. It was an empty place, filled with the haunting prayers and last breaths of the ones that once filled its beds. There for but a moment, then gone, leaving nothing behind but a lingering chill.

     The fur on the back of my neck raised as I thought that, my side pressed against a wall. I could feel everything for a moment, the beating of my heart, the breeze on my coat, the slight ridge in the paint on the wall. And something else, something hiding in the corner of my eye, something that made me feel both so sad and so happy, so crowded and so alone. Needless to say, I don't like hospitals very much.

    I shook my head and continued on, eyes set on the open door at the end of the hall. It creeped closer, barely seeming to move as I made my way along the wall. My hoofsteps echoed loudly along the empty hallway as I limped along, sounding like there were several other crippled ponies walking alongside me. I thought for sure that I would wake somepony up, or somehow a nurse would come along and end my little escape. Thankfully, nothing of the sort happened, and I finally made it to the door.

    Leaning against the frame, I peered around the corner and into the room. It was there that I saw a cyan mare, with a rainbow mane. I slowly approached the bed, staring down at her. This could only be Rainbow Dash. She was. . .beautiful. Wait, did I just think that?

     I sat down next to the bed, not taking my eyes from her. She breathed gently, quietly, asleep. Her eyelids fluttered as she dreamed, and occasionally her nose or ear would twitch.

      I sat there for a while, thinking. Who would this mare risk her life for a stallion she had never met? For one who could just as easily have left her to die? Not that I would have. But to show such heroism, such trust, for another, that was something I always wanted to do. To have something worth dying for. Something worth living for and fighting for and suffering for and bleeding for. Right then, I felt something. I felt myself being drawn to that mare in the bed, something bridging more than the few feet between us. Connecting us far beyond a physical touch.

      And then, I had the urge to sing.

White walls surround us

No light will touch your face again

Rain taps the window

As we sleep among the dead

I laid a gentle hoof to her muzzle, brushing back a bit off her mane.

Days go on forever

But I have not left your side

We can chase the dark together

If you go then so will I

I sunk back into a chair, staring at the ceiling as I sang.

There is nothing left of you

I can see it in your eyes

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

Cold light above us

Hope fills the heart and fades away

Skin white as winter

As the sky returns to grey

Days go on forever

But I have not left your side

We can chase the dark together

If you go then so will I

There is nothing left of you

I can see it in your eyes

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

I keep holding on to you

But I cant bring you back to life

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

Your dead alive, your dead alive

Your dead alive, you dead alive

There is nothing left of you

I can see it in your eyes

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

I keep holding onto you

But I cant bring you back to life

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

Sing the anthem of the angels

And say the last goodbye

Sing the anthem of the angels

     Tears were pouring down my face by the end of the song. I had never put so much of my very soul into a song before, so much it hurt.

       Quiet hoofsteps sounded behind me, and I heard somepony wipe their tears away.

"That, was beautiful." It was Nurse Redheart. She stepped around me and sniffed again.

"I've never heard anything that could be so tragic and so hopeful at the same time."

"It was. . .beautiful."  A scratchy, unfamiliar voice said. I looked up and into a beautiful pair of rose colored eyes. I stared for a moment, before smiling gently.

"I'm glad you like it."

     She smiled at me, before coughing into her hoof.

"I can't say I've ever had a colt sing to me before, though." She smirked, looking around the room.

"Well, I'm glad I was your first." I smirked back, and she laughed weakly.

"I like you, you got spunk. Whats your name?"

"Cloud, Cloud Wind."

"Nice to meecha Cloud Wind. I'm Rainbow Dash."