Tears Of A Beggar

Tears swept through Viv's eyes as he sat, alone again beside his

fallen father. The constant overflow blurred his vision. He felt

truly alone, as if the entire world had just vanished. As if he

were victim to the empty vaccum of space. It felt like hours,

sitting, waiting. But what was he waiting for? Picker was dead,

gone, forever, there was no way of bringing him back. Yet he sat,

like an obiediant dog waiting for his master to return from

school. Could this be real, Viv wondered as he sat next to his

father, if he was even awake. This all seemed to happen so fast,

yes, it must be a nightmare. What other explanation was there?

His mind was in the midst of a civil war. Half of him wanted to

believe this was dream, the other pressing the cold hard facts

into his face. He didn't know which side to take, blissful

ignorance, or the horrible truth. His face pressed into his

hooves, he wept far more than he ever had. Even when he was

abandoned he'd managed to muster up his courage, to survive. But

now? Now there was no hope left, he was completely alone, or so

he thought. In the silence, only Viv's crying was heard, a

remaining omen to the loss of Picker. A soft patter of hooves

crept across the tile of the hospital room, but Viv in his fit

didn't notice. The hoofsteps stopped at the end of the bed,

seeming to examine the situation before advancing. Viv looked up

now from his outbursts. His eyes clouded by tears, could only see

blotches of white and brown. Viv lowered his head once more, he

little cared for what stood before him, or what it might do. The

sound of quick hoofsteps penetrated his ears, to his dismay, he

felt a hoof on his shoulder. It was in no way forceful, or

harming. In fact it felt supporting. "W-who?" Viv's eyes rose to

meet the doctor from before. Even in the dim lighting and Viv's

cloudy eyes, he could see tears running down his face as well.

"Picker..." Viv started, but was gently hushed by the doctor who

wrapped his arm around him. "I know, I know, let it all out," The

embrace took Viv by surprise. Let it all out, what did the doctor

think he was doing? "Here, come with me to my office," They began

walking, his arm still wrapped around Viv as he did. Viv

hesitantly followed, still wanting to remain at Picker's side,

but knowing it was useless to wait for a dead man to wake. They

made their way out of the patient ward and down the bright

corridor. Some nurses and patients alike stared at the two as

they proceeded to the office, but Viv didn't care. They could

stare, and laugh, and mock him all they wanted, but all he was

worried about now was were he would turn to next. As the pair

entered the office, Viv took a seat in one of the few chairs. The

doctor quickly trotted over to a fridge and pulled a glass of

water. He then popped a few ice cubes into it and placed it

infront of Viv. Even though he'd reclaimed his authority like

compsure, Viv could still see sadness in the pony's face. "Drink

up sport, you've lost a lot of liquids, and it'll cool you down,"

Viv looked from the glass to the doctor, and without a second

thought, he grabbed the glass and drank nearly a half with just a

few gulps. The water felt like droplets of gold passing through

his throat. The sweet relief overtook him, and before he could

even realize what he was doing, he'd already drank the entire

glass. Still holding the glass in his hoof, he looked up towards

the doctor, who was drinking something else, but his drink was a

darkish brown. "Doctor, w-why didn't you help him?" Surprised by

his own words, Viv stared, his mouth open by an inch or two, as

if he were just insulted. The doctor stopped drinking to gaze at

Viv, his eyes were a light grey that gave him an intellectual

look. "I'm sorry, Viv, the infection in his lungs was too

advanced, there was no way to tre-", "Don't you lie to me! I know

that he could've been treated!" The sudden outburst from Viv was

one of the horrible truths he'd hidden from himself. "I read all

about infections, there was a cure, a treatment, and you let him

die!" At this point, Viv was lost in anger, hate, and self pity.

He threw the glass directly at the doctor, it missed and hit the

wall behind him, shattering to send peices of glass everywhere.

"Viv, I know that you're in pain right now, but you have to

believe me! There was no way to save him in time!" Viv got up

from his chair with a force that sent it falling over. "You liar!

You're all liars!" Viv spun around towards the door, slamming it

open he began sprinting down the corridor. He didn't care

anymore, none of the struggle was worth it to him. He entered the

entrance area to a surprised group of nurses. Running past

without a care, Viv flew out into the early morning darkness.