A Little Lost Magic

Miss Jubilee closed the door behind them, locking it to make sure no other staff felt the need to butt in. She turned around to face Trixie who was still on the floor, curled up in a ball, sobbing silently to herself. Her bleeding had greatly slowed by this point. Miss Jubilee slowly walked over to Trixie, whom didn't even look up to acknowledge her. Miss Jubilee gave a soft smile, sitting down on the floor close to Trixie, then lowering her head next to the crying mare's, resting it on her own front hooves.
"Hello there, little one. My name is Cherry Jubilee; you can just call me Cherry. What's yours?" Cherry said softly with a smile. Trixie made no motion towards her, and produced no sound aside from hiccups and the occasional sniff. She had stopped crying out loud, but tears were still flowing down her cheeks. She was lost, alone, hurt, surrounded by ponies she didn't know who were doing things she was to shocked and sick to understand. Cherry's expression changed from a smile to that of genuine concern. She lifted a hoof and placed it on Trixie's back, gently stroking down her coat, trying to calm the unicorn.
"There there, sweetheart. The doctor was only trying to help you, even if he was going about it the wrong way. But he's gone now. It's just little ol' me and I don't have any needles or and restraints. I just want to talk to you. Is that OK?" Cherry's mouth slowly converted into a smile as she softly spoke to Trixie. Trixie still had no reaction to Cherry's words, but was visibly shaking in fear from Cherry's touch. Cherry let out a small sigh, seeing she wasn't getting through to the unicorn. She saw the blood on Trixie's face and leg and frowned.
"Poor poor dear. Let's clean you up, shall we?" Cherry picked up a clean cloth from the table and began to lightly dab it on Trixie's leg. Trixie initially pulled herself back, but slowly relaxed as it wasn't hurting her. Trixie kept her head down on the floor and her eyes closed as Cherry cleaned her up and bandaged her head and leg. Trixie was still shaking; tears were still running down her cheeks even now. Cherry frowned; saddened that she couldn't get through to the shivering unicorn. She shook her head and grabbed the blanket off the bed and laid on her side against Trixie and threw the blanked over both of them. She wrapped her front legs around Trixie and hugged her close.
"There there, sweetheart. Everything's going to be OK. Cherry is going to take good care of you, little mare." Cherry had her eyes closed, her head pressed against the top of Trixie's as she ran her hoof up and down her back. Even Cherry had a few tears running down her cheeks, moved by the pity she felt for the little blue unicorn. Trixie's eyes shot open, she was poised to get up and run as yet another pony she didn't know grabbed her. But she froze in place. This was different than before. Trixie's racing mind began to slow down as Cherry embraced her.
"Wh- Who is this? Why is she doing all this for me? No one has ever hugged me before... not even mother. Is this what it feels like? She's... warm.. and soft. And gentle..." Trixie started to openly cry once again. She moved just enough to get her own hooves around Cherry Jubilee and hug her in return. Cherry opened her eyes and smiled, wiping one of her own tears away.
"Shhhh... it’s OK little unicorn. You are safe now. Cherry Jubilee is going to take you home, and give you a nice meal, and a warm bed to sleep in." she said softly to Trixie, holding back more of her own tears. She went to move, but Trixie increased the grip of her hug on Cherry and held on. The red haired mare stopped and smiled, laying back down again with Trixie and just held here there for a while, listening to the poor unicorn cry in her arms under the blanket.

After a short while, Trixie finally calmed down to the point where Cherry felt it was OK to move. Slowly Cherry let go of Trixie and stood up, but Trixie remained on the floor. Cherry slowly lifted back the blanket and leaned down, nuzzling against the top of Trixie's head. Trixie whimpered a little bit before lifting her head, looking up at Cherry with her crying eyes.
"We don't have to stay here, little unicorn. We can go back to my house and give you a warm bath and a hot meal? How does that sound?" Cherry said, giving Trixie a warm smile.
"I don't understand why... but.. I just want to go with her. I have no idea who she is or why she's being so kind to me, but... no one has ever been kind to me like this before. If she finds out who I really am though... she'll hate me like everyone else... I'll just... forget about my past... forever. Not that there was anything good in it that I'd want to hold on to." Trixie thought to herself before slowly standing up, wobbling a bit. She realized she was still so very hungry. Cherry moved to her side, letting the unicorn lean against her as they walked out of the patient room. The doctor stood outside.
"Well Miss Jubilee, can we do our jobs now?" the doctor asked, with a bit of a sarcastic tone.
"Your job with this unicorn is done. I'll be taking her with me." Cherry Jubilee said in forceful reply. She and Trixie kept walking, passing the doctor and the nurse.
"But she needs further tests! She could be sick! We at least need a blood sample!" the doctor insisted, following them down the hallway as they approached the exit. Trixie was starting to shake in fear again as she leaned against Cherry, seeing the two large colt nurses behind the doctor.
"Doctor Hoof Pick!" Cherry Jubilee nearly yelled, coming to a stop in front of the exit door. "If there is a problem, you will be the first to know, and if you need a blood sample you can get it off of the floor of the patient's room due to your carelessness. Now if you excuse me, Doctor, I will be taking this mare home with me to give her the care and kindness she needs. Something they obviously didn't teach you in Manehatten Medical Academy! Good day!" And with that, Cherry kicked open the front door and walked out, the shivering Trixie walking against her side with her head down, starting to tear up again at the sound of the confrontation. The Doctor simply shook his head and closed the door.