A Misthought Result

Twilight was making her normal evening rounds. A simple night to return home to Spike, Owlowicious, and Spike's phoenix. She never could get his name right. something involving a lot of hissing. But, as the bags she was carrying ripped, both spilling their contents, she sighed and enveloped the items, holding them above her instead. Though, something was missing. She could tell something was missing, but didn't know what. One of the items.

As it registered, the gem which she had picked up for spike rolled off. She quickly found it using magic, but found it in the bar not even five feet ahead.

"That's a really long distance."

Entering the bar, it was void. Nopony there except for her, the keeper, and another mare. There was silence except for a small sniffle, then it kicked in. Another lowly mare, probably drinking away sorrow. But not only that. She had a large bottle and the contents spilled out in front of her.

Turning in the mare's direction, Twilight saw the all too familiar purple, star decorated robes of Trixie. Her hat was on the counter. Both the robes and hat were dirty, very dirty. They hadn't been washed in a while. And above that, as Twilight got closer, she discovered Trixie hadn't had a bath in a while either.

"Hey! Miss, I told you you can't stay past closing time.", the keeper fussed.

Trixie didn't talk back or move, only sob into her front legs.

"Hey!! I'm talking to you! Why don't-"

"Butch.", Twilight stopped him.

The stallion, obviously addressed correctly turned to Twilight.

"Could you please just leave her alone? I'll see what I can do to get her out."

"Twilight. I've seen you here only twice and you know my name like a friend. I trust you. But...she needs more help than jsut getting out of this bar."

Trixie's stomach churned and she held her breath, covering her mouth with a hoof. She kept the vomit down and fell onto the counter, clearly over exhausted.

"No...No vomiting."

Twilight's ears folded back. She could see the suffering that the blue mare was going through from the start.

"Butch, can I get a bag?"

"Sure."

The stallion took a thick brown bag from in the counter shelf, opening it and setting it out for Twilight who stuffed it with her groceries.

"Thank you."

A thump sounded through the bar as Trixie passed out, falling off the high stool.

"I'll get her for you. How far is your house?"

"Not far. Just down the road. The library."

"I'll bring her there. And, true question, should we bring her...drugs?"

"No. I get what you're hinting at, but I can't do that. She needs serious help and that will make it worse."

The stallion nodded.

Waking up with the usual morning headache, Trixie didn't bother holding her head as it throbbed painfully. Removing the covers she stood on the bed, and walking forward, noticed that she was on a bed. Looking around her, she noticed the interior of the tree-library.

Twilight showed up from the stairs, holding a tray. Some correct medication and a small cup of water were to the side of a breakfast meal, a glass of orange juice in the corner of the tray.

"Twilight! You...You!!!", Trixie started.

"Hush. You're very sick and wasting your energy like that is very bad. Lay back down."

"No!!!"

"Lay down or I force you down, your choice."

Trixie did not entirely give in, mumbling as she slowly laid down.

"Now. Here is some medicine that will help with your headache and will help with everything else. The food is just food for you to eat."

"What time is it?"

"About three a.m. I stayed up all night making breakfast. It's a magic meal, gives whoever eats it proper nutrition from one single meal. All food groups. Took me a while to learn everything. About an hour to be exact."

"It's...been seven hours...it didn't work...", Trixie hung her head and tears began forming in her eyes. She sniffled a few times then wept silently.

Twilight sighed, "Here is your breakfast. You need to eat it now."

"I...*sniff*...I haven't eaten since a week ago. And even then, I was starving myself."

Twilight felt low. Taking in Trixie's features more clearly, she had taken a much thinner form. Her ribs and skeleton all showed. Her mane and tail were thin and lost their color to dark shades of gray.

Breaking off half of the bread loaf that was on the tray, Twilight levitated it over to Trixie.

"Then this is all you can currently eat. Tomorrow you will get three quarters, the day after, a full loaf. Then we'll start adding more and more."

"Why...Why are you helping me? I just...just want the suffering to ehehehend!", Trixie sobbed.

Setting the loaf on the table next to the bed, Twilight stopped before leaving, putting the orange juice next to it. Once she came downstairs, Spike looked up with sad eyes.

"She must really be in bad shape."

"Mental and physical."

Trotting into teh kitchen, Twilight got back to work.

"Spike, get to bed. I know you want to help, but this night, I get no sleep."

Spike huffed and then walked to his small bed. The soft pats of rain drops began to sound on the tree as it poured out raining outside. Trixie's sobs had silenced only a second before it started. Laying down, Spike could still barely sleep.