Abrupt Sense of Flames

“Excuse me sir?” The orange coated hospital pony asks you, waking you up.

“HUH? Oh, yes?” You say to the mare looking down onto the couch where you lay spread out over its cushions, your sweat dried and crispy, and Spike leaning against your right hoof.

“Mrs. Sparkle is ok for now. She seems to be suffering from Palethorisum or you might know it as ‘Love shock’.

“Um what’s that?” You ask in intrigue. Your head still heavy from your deep sleep on the couch being rudely interrupted, but it is worth being up now.

“It’s a disorder more commonly found in mares, caused by them seeing or finding a… um how would I say this… ‘Dream Companion’.

“Uh…what are the symptoms?” You ask lost thinking that maybe you are the ‘dream companion’.

“Usually pupil dilation, shortness of breath, fainting, fever, low blood pressure, and dizziness.” The hospital pony responds, glad to answer your questions.

“Is delusion one?” You ask.

“No? I don’t believe so.” The orange mare responds.

“Ohkay then,” You say. Well if delusion isn’t a symptom, then what was all the ‘sweet talk’ about? She called you ‘sweetie’ and told you to clean up her piss! “Can I see her now?”

“Yes. She is back here. Follow me.” The orange mare says, turning on her back hooves to the far right hall of the hospital. You tap Spike who’s been asleep on your arm, waking him and him following soon behind you.

What are you going to say to her? Well first of all, you barely know her. But after this morning it’s like you’ve known her for years. Maybe she was looking into books too long. Pinkie told you that she can spend 5 days straight reading books, with no sleep. Maybe she was delusional and it wasn’t because of the Pale- paleo, Love Shock. Maybe it was something she already had. Or maybe she really likes you. Apparently that’s what causes this ‘Love Shock’.

On your way back through the ER rooms. You see some very ‘unlucky’ ponies. Some more fortunate than others. Some in an arm cast and some in full body casts. Others their blinds were shut and you could hear many ponies rushing around in such a cramped room. So many ponies in distress, hocked up to machines that carry their life.

When you reach Twilight's room, it varied quite differently than all the others. Since it was only ‘shock’ it doesn’t require many ponies, only about one. She was also hocked up to a smaller machine.

Her eyes were closed. Her hooves were pulled up against her chest, grabbing the covers, as her slow breathing gently raised and lowered the sheets.

She seemed so peaceful since the last time you saw her, huffing her shortened breaths, eyes wide open, head burning, and twisting everywhere. You couldn’t help but stare at the mare as she slept.

The orange pony guided you and Spike over to some chairs lined against the wall, next to her bed. We sat and stared for a while. You don’t know how long. The slow steady beeping of her machine kept your mind in a rhythmic dance, but it felt like only seconds when she started to slowly flutter her eyes open, adjusting to the light of the room.

Spike was the first to get up. He moves over to her side, sliding a bench over to him so he can step on top of it to look down on her.

“Hey Twi.” He says softly, trying to sooth any panic left inside her away.

Twilight only hums a hello as her eyes slowly shut again, seeing Spike put a light smile on her face. Spike didn't say anything. He didn't need to. His presence was already taking away her anxiety.

You start to get up but Spike puts out his hand, signifying that you should stay put for now. That was probably best. She needed to see someone she knew, and trusted. Not a stranger like you, especially because you believe your the cause of all this.

Why was it your fault anyways? It's not your fault this made fell head over hooves for you. But you understand and stay in your seat.

Spike sat there for about 10 minutes. Just letting her feel the presence of such a close friend.

He turns and waves to you that now is the time to see her.

Your mind races. Should you say something? Or should you just look at her? How should you look at her? Should you be happy? No, she's in a hospital. How about sad? No, that wont maker feel any better.

After arguing with your mind you give up and decide that you will just stare into her eyes with a blank expression.

The moment you move into Twilights vision, her eyes widen, her mouth curling upward to an ear to ear grin, checks turning yet again that bright shade of crimson, and her machines rhythm speeds up to an allegretto tempo.

Two medical ponies fly in with puzzled and serious looks on their faces as they heard the acceleration of the machine. They grab your shoulder and begin to take you outside.

Twilights grin soon became open and her eyes jolt open in a panic. The machine beeping faster as ever as you near the door.

The two ponies stop and find that taking you away may cause her to go into a panic attack and faint, so they give you an apologetic look and send you back into the room.

The beeping became relaxed again and her eyes lowered. She let out a sigh or relief.

"Are you feeling better?" You ask. Being even soothed than you originally aimed to be, knowing how sensitive she was at this moment.

"Yeah, now that your here." She smiled.

Spike got off the chair, pointing his finger into his mouth and sticking out his tongue.

"I'm sorry for what ever I did to scare you Twilight." You say expecting and brief pause.

"No, I'm sorry I scared you. This must me so scary; to do all this with a pony you don't even know." She says, turning her head to her left, away from you.

"It's ok. Well there's really one thing I'm still a bit shaky on." You say, your voice leading on.

"What's that?" She says with a small sense of fear in her voice.

"When you made me clean up your pee." You say giggling a bit at the end.

Her cheeks turning such a dark shade of red that I thought she might have another super fever.

"Heh, uh did I make you do that?" She asks innocently.

"Yeah, I thought it was because of your delusion but..." your voice trails off.

The far sides of her brows lower and she asks "But what?" A larger sense of panic in her voice.

"Well," You continue on, "the doctor pony said that symptoms for your case did not include delusion. And that's what I want to clear up now. Why did you say those things, and more importantly why did you make me clean up after yourself?" You ask. Trying not to sound accusing or any tone that would be considered negative in this situation.

The sudden magnitude of your question threw Twilight for a spin. Her brain kicked into overdrive and the machine speeding up again.

"Well I uh... Wanted to uh... Maybe... I don't know... Uh... See if... Uh... You umm... Liked me?" her continuous pausing confused you.

"What?" You ask her. Your tone a lot louder than you wanted it to be.

Your almost yelling forced her a bit lower in the sheets. "Well when I saw you, I uh... Really umm liked... You." She says, letting out a small smile near the end, half hidden by the bed sheets.

A small smile began to form on your face. Your eyes lock back on to hers. "That still doesn't explain why you made my clean up your pee." You say a bit more than you ask.

"Well um... When I comes to colts, I've always been a bit passive. Letting others have then and me standing in the dark, alone. When I saw you it changed that. I realized that you were the most beautiful and handsome colt I've ever seen and if I don't act, somepony else will. My mind got so froze up with you and what to do, I-I-I guess I got overwhelmed and. couldn’t handle it." She takes a small break from her words to look into your eyes with great embarrassment. "And I guess I got carried away trying to show you that I'm out going and independent, and it got of hand. I'm so sorry."

A tear began to forum under her right eye. Slowly making its way down her cheek and being absorbed by the bed sheets.

"You must think I'm a complete idiot." Twilight says. Her words an attempt to beat herself up.

"Oh don't be hard on yourself. Everypony gets carried away and makes mistakes. Even I do." Your words are like a verbal soother to her as she begins to relax a bit in her bed.

You and she no longer need to exchange words. You too just sit there as she glazes into your eyes. You have not ever been in a situation like this, but you can tell that Twilight is enjoying it. You on the other hand, not so much.

A crazy mare making you clean the piss off her, because she's crazy in love with you. Then going into some love shock, requiring more tedious and horrifying thoughts. Then comes to realize that she wasn't sick half the time, just trying to get funky.

"How about we get out of here hmm? Im starving." You say happily to Twilight, attempting to break the ice.

"Sure let's go." Twilight agrees, your attempt being successful.

On your way out you see Spike waiting in a chair just outside of the room. You signal for him to follow as you go and check Twilight out of the hospital.

You begin to walk to some sort of eating establishment, you didn't care, you were hungry as fuck. By the sun it was about 3 and all that running and cleaning piss off of crazy mares was getting the best of your appetite.

On your way you accidentally bump into an orange coated, blond haired mare warring a cowboy hat, and had 2 baskets on either side  of her filled with apples. The apples went everywhere.

"Sorry!" You exclaim to the strange mare.

"Oh nah, Ahm sor-WAAHGH!" the orange mere screams, her pupils dilating as she stares into your eyes and around your whole body.

'Not again'.