Pleasured Viscera: Whispers Beneath The Boards

"Octavia..." Lily grumbled, beholding the brazen sunrise.

Yes. It did glow an ever-radiant signature. Bloody, dawn-brought coloration bathed the world in peace and sin. Whatever mind made Equestria, she wondered their natural artistry. At her bed-side sat the white-coat angel, her clipboard extensively used, scratched and slopped with papers unaligned. Her expression, so smooth and vivid with adrenaline, showed a resting happiness. Relief. Sweet cure.

"Lily... Oh, Celestia, you're awake. Goodness. Goodness, fucking gracious, you're awake." Her healer hushed, taking a minute to snuggle and love.

Why. Someponies were worth opening up to.

"Octavia... I... Why do you care so much for me." The incubus murmured, still bitten by itching, crawly bugs.

Beneath her sternum, Octavia, who'd adopted her name somewhere along adolescence, watched the rain pour. And, in their bitter solace, a simple truth was born. Though, for some, odd reason, there was somepony else present. Not only was it an unmanned, grubby room, but someplace rusting and tetanus-eaten. About the moss-invaded corners and dirty pipework sat an orange-coated mare. Her uniform was navy and silver-worded. The badge stated 'Police Officer' at the top, understating a phrase of 'Taint Fall Police' at the bottom. It was golden, polished and carried nary a speck of dirt. Scootaloo, Lily remembered, letting her lids elevate.

An angel died and maybe, Octavia'd survive the night.

"Because... I can't take it. I can't take watching you and all the other hybrids being handled. You're my patient. Yes, I happen to be your doctor. But, I'm more than that. I'm an equinebeing. You're very ill, little Dollie. Very... very ill. And, though I bathe in riches, riches don't make me a good pony. I love you and hug you because deep down, I know our time is running short. You, little Dollie, are my sisters and brothers. You were 'defective', so they took you away. But... I... I don't want to lose someone like you. If ponies like you deserve to live asleep, I'll die before I let you walk."

Warm streaming took Lily's glaciers. And, for once, she could feel something. Was it pain. Misery. It felt sweet, but, nothing like sin. More like memories of being a child.

"Octavia... No, Doctor... Brazen. Is this real?" She sobbed, curling tightly about herself.

"Did you really lie to me...? Am I dreaming, or, did I wake-up. Are you testing on me. Are you really my friend- because be-bec-cause...!"

Hopeless nothing stung her frigid, milky blues.  Easy hooves brushed her back, shoulders, neck and mane. Octavia, in her degree and situation, knew that stinging mistrust. She didn't tell, but, maybe she knew somepony before- just like that, ravaged by audio-hallucinations, loss of speech articulation and undiluted paranoia.

"I did... because I-I was supposed to kill you and get it done. We're different ponies, little Dollie, but, when I see you're face, I see her all over again. And, it's stupid- yes, I'm a horrible assassin for it- but, I don't want you gone. You're my Vinyl... I lost her to Filthy Rich. Even if... I had my money and music, I couldn't save my Vinyl. I couldn't save her. That's why, I-I, um, learned this field- I learned medicine and murder because, when I was younger, I thought I'd save her. I was still... so blind." The angel cursed, gritting her teeth.

"You can hate me... And, I won't even blame you. But please- don't give up. Don't give up. Even if you can't remember your own name, or don't want to move ever again; someone's always there for you. Someone will always care. Don't sleep at night thinking you're alone. I'm here for you."

We could see her faint outline. The rest was drowned in warm, rushing rivers. Lily clung to sweet Octavia, sobbing her heart out till nothing but grey stayed.