Friendship by Force

Your name is Timmy, and you probably killed a man.

You always had a gun with you before all this started, just for protection.

But that shot was supposed to be a warning shot, not one straight in the back.

Brian had told you to check his pockets and leave him there, but that’s not the kind of thing you would do. When Brian leaves, you grab his arms and drag the body to the hideout. It takes a while, but you finally get him to the medical room and place him on one of the crudely made beds.

You weren't exactly a medical professional, but a bullet wound was something you could fix. Placing medical tape over one side of the wound, you attempt to flip him over to see any other damage done. You see that the bullet went right through him, oh this is going to be bad if he isn’t dead.

Covering up the other side of the wound, you notice that this guy’s face and Brian’s look similar… But it’s probably nothing.

Checking his pulse, you feel a very slow one. He’s still alive!

Brian walks in. “Timmy, what are you doing to that guy?”

“Brian! He’s still alive!” You say to him.

“Yeah, but probably not for long,” Brian replies. “You know usually people don’t survive from a shot like that. And by the way, you tried to miss him and you hit him… We’re going over target practice again tomorrow.”

You sigh. Ever since you joined these people you’ve been criticized left and right. You can’t seem to do anything right here…

A small groan is heard from the person, and he sits up. He’s awake already!?

***

Ouch. I feel like I woke up with a headache, only it’s my stomach and it’s ten times worse. Okay, it looks like I’m in some sort of house. Last thing I remember was freeing those people and then I woke up here… Something’s missing.

You hear a throat clear, and you turn to face what did it.

Thank god it’s not a pony, it’s a human.

“Uh, hi there,” He says, with a nervous look on his face. “Well, if you’re wondering about what happened, I was the one who uh… shot you.”

Wait, what? Well that explains the stomach pain. And the woozy feeling. It’s like you’re about to pass out, but you just can’t.

              "So let me get this straight. You, uh..."

              "Timmy," The person said.

              "Ok. So you  shot me?" I ask, not really angry for some odd reason,

              "You don't remember, do you?" Timmy asked. "Well, it's probably for the best, anyway. So there's food in the room right over there..."

              I was gone the moment Timmy said food. I hadn't had something to eat since that can of corn. Speaking of which, I wonder how the old man was doing...

              Doesn't matter right now, I'm too busy stuffing my face with microwaved chicken. That's when someone else walked into the room.

              The person that walked in just looked at me, not a single word. Just staring at me. Then he walks away. That's too creepy, I'm leaving here. I don't care if I'm on the run again, I don't want him to be around me.

                                                                     ***

              Alright, back in the fresh air. I need to find a way to treat this supposed "bullet wound," normal medical tape doesn't stop infection I think. And he didn't cover all of the would, also!

              I stop my internal complaining as I realized that the person who had stared at me looked familiar. Did we live in the name neighborhood?

              I also realize that the loss of blood is taking a huge toll on me as I had even struggled to walk out the door. Should I go back? No, I know how places like those work. You think you're safe, when suddenly BAM! Ponies everywhere.

             It's nighttime, though, and I need rest. I think I'll lay down here...

                                                                       ***

             (Not splitting into multiple chapters because I know what'll happen then.)

             Waking up sucks.

             Especially when you're in the Ponyville hospital.

             Well, this is a first. I honestly don't have a reaction. I'm just sitting there in a hospital bed, thinking of how this could happen. Suddenly, I hear hoofsteps from outside the room. Who walks in is a white nurse pony with the most goofy smile on her face.

            "Good morning! I hope you got a good sleep?" She asks, good god I've never heard someone so happy before...

            I don't have a response. Well, I guess I do now. "How the shit did I get here?" I ask in the most tired voice in history.

            "Remember when you fell asleep on the ground?" She responds with amusement on her face.

            Oh yeah, that was idiotic of me. I facepalm as she giggles. "Oh well, we all make mistakes, right?" She walks up and nuzzles my shoulder. "Well it's ok, you have a visitor to keep you from getting lonely. How's the wound going anyway?"

            "Like it's about to punch your little face if you touch me again," I respond bitterly.

            The nurse chuckles as she starts to leave. "Alright, Mr. Negative. I'll call in the visitor.

            I was glad the nurse was gone, but I wasn't glad that someone I completely forgot about entered the room.

            "Derpy Hooves," I say, emotionless.

            "Hello!" She energetically says back.

            It takes her half a second to notice the wound I had. She rushes over to me. "Aww, you poor thing," she says in a motherly tone, and starts to slowly rub her hoof around my chest in attempts to keep me calm. It actually works, it scares me to think what else she could and would do.

            "You must not be feeling well," she continues. No shit, sherlock. I can't say that though, for what reason unknown.

            "But I know exactly what will make you feel better, I proooomissse!" She finishes with a sing-song voice.

            I find the power to speak. "Can you please not talk like that?" I ask with a forced annoyed tone.

            She moves her hoof up to stroking my hair. Normally in a situation like this I would attack the person doing this, but something about Derpy keeps me from doing so.

            "Shhhh... Now, I have to go and do some things with other ponies. When I'm done I'll come right back to you, ok?" She asks in that motherly tone again, then nuzzles my cheek. Too friendly, I tell you...

            "Don't do that again. Don't come back here again. Don't talk to me like that again, and do not even look at me again," I half shout, trying to keep her away from me.

            "Why so hostile? I only want to love you..." Derpy says, then takes her leave.

             And for some reason.

             A feeling that I want to go away,

             Makes me long for her touch again.