Life and Death

After the Breezies introduce themselves as Tiddlywink, Tra-La-La, and Zipzee, it's about time for me to leave for school. I grab my backpack, bid the five goodbye and good luck, and head off for school.

Meanwhile...

Katie lies on the couch, groaning.

"Darling? Are you all right?"

"Nnnnnngh...no..." Katie drapes a hand over her forehead.

"Maybe we should take her to the hospital," Tra-La-La suggests. "Coughing up blood doesn't sound healthy."

"Good point, darling, but we don't know where a hospital is."

"STOP SAYING 'DARLING'!" Katie shouts, though it isn't very loud and is strangled. She throws a pillow at Rainbow, hitting her square in the face.

       Rainbow wasn't going to lie; she was starting to get cross with this person. "Well, then, Katie, do you know where a hospital is?"

"Yeah, there's one in Evanston." Katie pulls the blanket over her head.

"Then let's go there," Tiddlywink confirms, and the three Breezies lift the girl up. "We'll ask for directions on the way."

"Provided nobody faints," Katie grumbles. "The least you'll get is a double take."

        When I arrive home, Toola Roola is on the couch watching TV.

"Where's Katie?" I ask, dropping my bookbag on the floor near the dining room table.

"Rainbow Dash and the others took her to the Evansteed hospital or something." Toola fumbles the remote.

"Oh, crap." I run to the kitchen and frantically look through the phone book.

"I don't think she's on the verge of dying," Toola says like I'm being melodramatic. "Tra-La-La just said coughing blood doesn't look healthy."

"Well, we have to get there! We have to know how she is!" I pick up the phone and copy the number. "Hello, yes, this is Feather McTallison. I'm wondering how one of your recent patients, Katie, is doing." Pause. "Oh, she's just resting. All right." I hang up, relieved. "The doctors say she should be back on her feet in a couple hours."

"And in that time," Toola says, "I need you to help me with something."

"Okay. What?"

"My house."

        I'm soon back in the warm air of Ponyville, heading to Toola's house. I enter in the door, taking in the fresh scent of paint and wood.

"So recently I've run out of paint." Toola rummages through a chest. "White."

"All right..." I don't see where this is getting or why I need to be involved.

Toola comes out with a small doubleheaded dildo. "I need you to help me make some more."

I gulp. I see where this is getting to.