Abrupt Sense of Flames

After you wake up it’s about 9 in the morning from what the light that seeps through the curtains tells you. As you attempt to sit up you notice that it’s a bit harder to get out of bed then you previously had. There’s about 5 or 6 flannel bed sheets over you. As you ponder for a moment on how they got there you sit up and see a Purple mare staring back at you, eager to see you awake.

  “Um… Twilight?” You ask as you rub your head gradually.

  “Yes?!” She answers before you could even expect a response. You noticed her eyes are still extremely large.

  “Um… Are you ok? Why are you up? You should be getting some sleep from what happened earlier.” You say trying to understand why she’s leaning over you.

  “I… Like you mane…” Twilight stutters as if it took a lot of nerve.

  "Thank you Twilight but you should be resting." You tell her as you sit up further in your bed. You begin to feel light headed and you wobble for a second.

  "Oh! Here! I'll get you some water!" She yells in ecstasy, running off downstairs.

  "Wait Twilight!" You yell at her while she's already half way down the stairs. She ignores you. "You really need your rest!" You shout down to her, getting out of the multiple covers to chase after her, bringing along some of the bed with you.

  You get to the steps, trying to shake off the covers that still remain over your wings. To no avail, they stick with you as you scuttle down stairs to retrieve the sick mare.

  Your first hoof makes it down onto the first step but your second is not so lucky. Your speed causes one of the bed sheets to knot with another around your left hoof. As you stretch the second hoof to meet the step, it pulls the back of your main and tail to a very uncomfortable twist as you relentlessly tumble all the way down the steps to Twilights hooves.

  "Oh sweetie!" Twilight says. Your ears perk up. What did she just call you? "Here I'll help you get fixed right up!" She exclaims in having great pleasure of the thought of taking care of you.

  'Oh Celestia, we got a crazy one.’ "No." You say sharply, beginning to stand up, "You need your rest. I'm fine. Go back upstairs now." You tell her firmly but yet a bit soft to not make her sad.

  "But... But... You..." She tries to get out. Her eyes start to change directions and one goes up as the other goes down.

  "You’re delusional. It's going to be ok. Let's take you back upstairs ok?"

  Twilight nods, she looks down at the floor and makes a quiet mumble. Her face is mixed with the strangest combinations of new emotions you've never seen before. Was it because she was sick?

  This thought jumped around your head, trying to come up with solutions that always end back up with ‘delusion’ or ‘insane’.

  As you walk the ‘crazy’ mare back up to her bed, she makes an occasional grunt as she trips over her feet. Passing the second floor, that contains Spike, as he is still lost in his slumber.

  “I gotta go potty.” Twilight says as she limply flings her head to the right, where you have your arm, guiding her.

  “What?” You ask in disbelief.

  “I gotta go pee.” Twilight says then crossing her legs in mid climb to signify her need to relief herself.

  “Ok, I’ll walk you to the bathroom.” You say.

  “But, aren’t you gonna help me?” Twilight asks as her eyes begin to cross again.

  “Can’t you do it yourself? You’re a grown mare!” You start to increase your panic as you mind knows what going to the ‘potty’ requires.

  “I gotta go now!” She wines like a little child.

  “Ugh fine, but im not touching anything.” You say, giving up. She is grown but she’s sick. She might piss everywhere.

  You guide her to the bathroom which is right under the bed rooms. Her body falling limp almost every second, you put your other arm around her waste for support.

  You open the door for her and guide her in, staying outside the door.

  “Aren’t you gonna help me?” Twilight fussed, slinging her limp neck every which direction.

  “No, you can do this much yourself.” You say with sobriety.

  “Ok Mr. ICantHelpMyFriendGoToTheBathroom, but you’re gonna clean this up.” Twilight says with an almost drunken-slur.

  “Im not gon-“ You begin, but you remember that she is the boss now, and your getting paid so you have to do what she says. “Uh, fine. Just don’t try to make a mess.”

  About 25 minutes later she returns from her manly piss. As she opens the door, the only thing you can see is that it went everywhere except the toilet. Almost everything in the bathroom was soaked from her relieving herself.

  “Mother of Celestia…” You say as your mouth drops to the floor.

  You then grab the mare that seemed that she even managed to get her urine all over her coat. Trying not to touch as much of her as possible, you grab her hoof and scavenge for a towel. Luckily there was one not to far away from a little closed next to the bathroom with all of the necessary cleaning supplies.

  You grab a towel and begin to dry her off. You dry off her arms and legs first then her horn. You start to dry her belly, the second you begin to rub her there, she moans and throws her head back. You try to clean the best of you can of her mane, still wondering how she managed to become so dirty. You’ve been avoiding going near her tail and inner thighs, but there is no where else except the eluded regions.

  You start on the end of her tail. Slowly making your way up to the base. You can see Twilights cheeks begin to turn a bright crimson and her breathing has gotten faster and shorter. After her tail is dry enough you sit there, thinking on the best approach to what lies ahead.

  Closing your eyes, you stuff the towel from her knees to her crotch, as Twilight jumps in excitement.

  “Oh! Slow down there tiger!” She says with her shortened breaths. You begin to remove the towel, finding that that was defiantly the place that needed cleaned the most.

  You throw the towel on top of a basket which you guessed was for dirty laundry. You walk Twilight over a few steps to her bed and manage to get her inside. You put your hand on her forehead, checking her temperature.

  “Holy shit!” You accidentally scream out loud. Her head must have been 120 degrees. ‘Good thing she is so out of it’ you think to yourself.

  You have never seen a pony so out of it. What can you do? You’ve never taken care of somepony like this before. Should you take her to the hospital? You can’t carry this mare all the way to a hospital that you don’t even know where it is. Maybe you can just let her sleep? Well you remember how well that worked out. She just got out. Maybe that pink mare can help. Well where would you find her? You can’t leave Twilight like this. Well you should alert Spike. He will know what to do.

  You run down to tell Spike. On your way up to her, you describe her symptoms. You get up and Spikes face does not help you at all.

  “Well I Don’t know what to do!” The little dragon called out in a panic.

  “Oh Celestia.”

  “I’ve never seen her like this. I’ve never seen this ever!” Spike is now in a bigger panic than you are. Twilight’s temperature has skyrocketed even higher than last time. Her pupils have even dilated more than when you saw her when you woke up.

  “Uh do you think we should take her to the hospital?” You ask in a quickened breath.

  “Well I guess that’s the only thing we can do.” Spike says.

  You use the same system he and you used yesterday. You grab her legs and Spike takes her arms.

You could have not made it down faster if you were in the Ponylimpics. Both adrenaline from you and Spike were creating this super team as you break open the door and shout for every pony to move out of the way.

  What seemed like and hour was about 5 minuets of intense and pungent sprinting while carrying the delusional and quickly degenerating mare.

  The entrance of the hospital is visible now and you unfold your wings and use them to carry Twilight up the steps. The pivoting door of the hospital was opened with such force it shot back and reflected off the wall back into Spikes head.

  “Fuck!” Spike yelps as the door makes contact with his head.

  The ponies from the counter rush over to you and spike and take Twilight out of your hooves.

  As they rush her to an ER room they ask you about her symptoms. You explain all of what they needed to know, other than the part where you cleaned all the piss off her.

  They rushed off as a pony’s hoof made contact with your abdomen, preventing you to move on. You turn around and pick up Spike, bringing im over to the waiting-room chairs.

  Both of your perspiration stains into the lavender couches as you catch your breath and spike still holding his eye from the door making its ‘welcome to the hospital’ greeting.

  ‘And now we wait’.