You Could Make Me Mean Something

The next morning was stiff, painful, and her right ear was ringing loudly as she got up. The headache pounding, but not from a

hangover it seemed, from something different. Rainbow looked over to the IV in her arm, startled to find she wasn't in her home.

A nurse walked in momentarily, “ohh it's good to see that you've recovered well.” said the nurse. “What happened, and where is

Apple-” her sentence cut short by the realization of what happened, the memories pouring into her brain like a tidal wave of

exhaustion and agony. “I need to see her, where is she!?” Rainbow retorted. “She's.....she's doing fine Rainbow, don't stress yourself

or you might open up a wound again, it's hard enough restraining you when you sleep. I always turn in my sleep when I'm having

nightmares. Rainbow thought to herself.

“Ahem, well dear when you think you are ready to walk you can find her in A45, you are A40, so it's not far.” The nurse

announced. “I'm ready now, I need to see her.” Rainbow dash said almost all to quick. The nurses face turned grim, “Are you sure

you are ready to see her?” she said it in a way that wasn't a question, it was more of confirmation. Rainbow dash hesitantly

whispered “yes.” With that she staggered out of bed, her brain swirled and the nurse helped her to be stable.

Walking down the hall with the nurse was somewhat disturbing even with the day being around 4:00 P.M. And there were other

doctors and nurses about. RainbowDash felt a harsh reality seeping into her. We were drinking, we were going to the car....then we

crashed...like a bunch of teenage idiots! “Ahem...” The nurse coughed. Snapping Rainbow back into reality, she didn't notice she was

standing in front of the door to AppleJacks room. “Well dear if you need me ask for Nurse Valentine.” and with that she walked away

at a brisk pace. “I'm sorry dear, I wish it were different.” the nurse whispered to herself.

Rainbow dash opened the door, seeing a applejack sitting on her bed, eating a bowl of soup. The eye contact wasn't instant like

usual, Applejack slowly looked up, and she quirked a smile, small, but a smile. “How are you feeling champ?” Rainbow said jokingly.

“Ahhh, I've been a lot better, I think I'll be kick....I think I'll be doing fine when I'm outta here.” Applejack said in a almost weeping

tone. “Well I guess we can get going whenever you feel like you are able to get up.” Rainbow said.

“Heh, funny you mention getting up Dashie.” She said somberly. “Wait, what?” Rainbow said quizzically. Almost as if on cue, a doctor

strides in with a wheelchair and the nurse from before.

Tears started forming rapidly on Dashes eyes. “Now wait dear don't blame yourself on this one, it took me being a idiot okay? I don't

want you feeling sorry for me.” Applejack said in a attempt to cease the tears.

“I-....you-....you can't walk?” Dash said through heavy beads of water. “It's nothing Dash, hey, it gives me more reason to sit at

home and play games and do stuff around the house right?” Applejack said in a grim humor. Rainbow knew for a fact that AppleJack

hated staying indoors for long periods of time like her. “Well AppleJack, for the most part you are healthy, except for the obvious, we

will be giving you pain medication prescriptions until you are able to properly cope, as for you, you can no longer live alone as you

told us, we need you a new place of residence, and if you have nobody to care for you, then we will have to find something suitable.”

“I'll do it!” Rainbow dash said. “It's the least I can do, since after all this is my fault.” “Dashie dear it wasn't you I'm tellin ya.” said

AppleJack, but rainbow dash was not having any of it.

Strolling outside was hard to watch, seeing Applejack just sitting in the chair, The ambulance was going to drop them off at

Rainbows house, they were to get her things and move them eventually, rainbow was hoping on support from everyone else on

that. The ride in the ambulance was quiet, it felt hard, cold, and it reeked of surgical plastic and just made the situation much more

unbearable.

Getting home was supposed to be a relief she thought, but it somehow made things feel worse. She pushed Jacks chair up to

the door, staring at her house seemed almost foreign now. The milky white house top, the smooth colored brick, and wooden door

reminded her of when she and AppleJack helped build barns on the farm. Of course everything was reminding her of AppleJack,

feeling agony and pain writhe through her with every pulse of her heart. Opening the door they looked inside to see how it was left

a few days ago. RainbowDash was already messy and being asleep for 2 days doesn't really help the overall look of the house. “Tell

me if you need anything okay Applejack? I'll be helping you from here on.” RainbowDash said in a quiet tone. “Thanks dear, but I

should be okay for the most part, I just might need some help here and there.” Applejack said reassuringly. “I'd like to take a bath if

you don't mind, I think some hot water might get my head straight.” Applejack requested. Rainbow felt no right to refuse her

anything at this point, so she took Applejack to the bathroom and ran water until it was warm.

“Now don't make this more weird than it oughta be, just help me get undressed and lay me in, I can take care of it from there.”

Applejack said. Rainbow felt odd stripping the pants off her friend, she didn't feel embarrassed, she felt, wrong, like she was

invading her privacy, but she had to do it. After she was in the tub Rainbow walked out, thinking deeply about how she will have to

have someone do that everyday, for the rest of her life. The thought sank, sank so far she could feel it in her feet, it troubled her,

and most of all it pained her. Knowing she must live this kind of life.

The rest of the day went okay, it was mostly just thinking of what they were going to do to accommodate the house to fit her

needs. It consisted of Rainbow cleaning the house well, even though AppleJack was just as untidy it felt wrong to make her roll

around the house looking at all the garbage thrown about.

Night came, and she helped AppleJack into the guest bed, being delicate with her legs, even though AppleJack assured her she

couldn't feel anything in them, which honestly didn't help Rainbows mentality. Going to her room and sitting her bed should have

felt good, but it felt solid, like laying on a bed of spikes, or in this case a bed of regrets and self-blame. It took hours for her to finally

go to sleep, drifting off she found herself in a nightmare, reliving the crash, over and over. She tossed and turned all night until she

awoke in cold sweat. As she laid her head down, she heard something faint, she couldn't make it out at first. But she got up, and

listened closely to the wall the guest room was about to doors down, but she could clearly hear it now, AppleJack was crying.