A Revolution [ In Love ]

--- Act Three - Chapter Six --- ALL the Cliffhangers!

Nurse Redheart stepped out of the room quietly. " She'll live. " She breathed out lightly. " And most likely make a full recovery within the month. "

Twilight sighed, resting her head besides spike, relieved.

Pinkie's being seemed to receive a kick-start as her hair re-inflated, as with her energy. She made many 'Eee!!' and laughing sounds, wiggling about in her chair.

Applejack sighed, as she sat against the wall of the hallway. " Can we see her? " She asked, tilting her head towards the open door.

The nurse shuffled lightly. " Ms. Applejack, how to put this.... We're not sure if it would be in Ms. Dash's best Interest to be seeing you... The hospital doesn't need a repeat of yesterday..."

Applejack would have protested, had a stallion not intervened.

" I believe Ms. Applejack will behave appropriately given the gravity of the situation, Nurse Redheart. Kindly let them in, ten minutes. She won't be awake for long, the medicine should have already knocked her out by now. " He spoke in an orderly tone. He looked and sounded as if he had a position of authority.

" Y-yes sir, Doctor Whooves, right away. " The nursby shied away, obviously intimidated by the doctor.

Applejack looked at his flank, and saw the mark of an hourglass.

" You... "

Applejack barely remembered the previous night. The doctor she had next to assaulted was standing before her, helping regardless.

The doctor turned to her, and winked, before trotting off in the direction he had come, turning a corner, not to be seen for a while.

Nurse Redheart stepped aside, muttering " We only have a few minutes, try to be quick."

" Gotcha' " Twilight said with a wink. Applejack and Pinkie walked in close behind.

They filed around the bed collectively, moved by Dash's condition.

She lay on her back, legs sprawled under a thin blanket, tail poking out of the bottom in an array of tangled colors. Her head rested against a pillow facing to the left, Mane in disarray, falling around her illness-stricken face in petite strands.

She cracked an eye open, and closed it again.

" Hey guys, what's up? " She asked weakly.

" Hey sugar cube... " Applejack replied, solemnly.

" Hey Dash. " Twilight replied plainly, but with a light smile.

" ...Dashie... " Pinkie sighed heavily.

The four couldn't extract a conversation from the others, and so there was silence.

Dash observed the three, then herself, and laughed.

" What's so funny? " Asked Twilight and Applejack in unison.

Dash continued laughing, and Pinkie couldn't suppress a grin.

After another moment, Pinkie was laughing as well.

Twilight and Applejack looked at the scene, and at each other, a look of absolute confusion etched in their faces.

They soon began laughing in bemusement, making the best of a particularly gloomy situation, all prior thoughts forgotten.

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Pinkie Pie lay in her bed, reflecting on the day's events.

Dash had tried to... No, she wouldn't try to do that.

There was some reason why she did what she did.

" Maybe she had a SUPER bad head-ache! Yeah! So just one pill couldn't help, so she tried two! Then three! "

The pink pony fooled herself for a while, but inevitably, she saw how unlikely all of it really was, and slumped back onto the bed.

" Ohhh, buck it all! Buck Dashie, Buck these ponies.. "

Pinkie slumped further into the recesses of her bed.

That always helped, to be surrounded by blankets and pillows, her body heat radiating against them, warming her further. It felt great, and for a moment, she could let herself forget about all her problems.

But alas, like the pestering headache she had to take Tylenol for daily, the thoughts of Dash returned as well.

Pinkie looked beside her cushiony fortress, to the nightstand beside it.
Her headache was returning, she had forgotten to take her own Tylenol before she was called to the hospital.

Slowly, she reached for the bottle, inching out of the safety of the bed.

She grabbed it, and dropped one into her hoof, examining it.

It was a small red and yellow capsule, with some weird rocks or salt in it?
There was a list of very large and confusing names on the back of the label.

The whole reason this was happening.

She sat silent a moment, and dropped another capsule onto her hoof. And a third, knocking against the other two.

She continued to pour them into her hooves until they rolled right out of her grip, just like her reality.

Realizing what she was doing, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened as she dropped the bottle, the remaining contents scattering around the floor with the rest of the capsules.

She dove back into the bed, cupping her fore-hooves over her face, sobbing.

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Applejack walked into the house from her long walk from the hospital.

Big Macintosh greeted her with a smile and a wave.

A fire was burning in a fireplace, illuminating the household. Big Mac was absorbing the warmth by lying in front of it.

Applejack hung her hat on a rack besides Mac's, along with her back-sack

" How's she doin'? " Big Mac asked.

" She's... " She began, the rest of the words choked her throat.

Applejack looked at him strangely. It was a strange look, somewhere between sadness and anger.

Big Mac leaned forward, staring at his sister, who was now silent.

" She just tried to... " Applejack began, still not able to finish her sentence.

She looked down, and dragged herself to the fire besides Big Mac.
She lay down beside her brother, resting her head against his fore-hooves.

" Can we... Not talk 'bout it? " Applejack nudged herself closer to her big brother.

" Sure thing, Sis. " Big Mac said, understandingly. He nuzzled her cheek, then lifted his head, resting it along her shoulders, cuddling with her.

Applejack sighed in content, as the warmth of the fire and the security of her brother enveloped her. She thought of Dash, in a hospital bed, probably bored out of her mind.

She imagined her flying around the skies, tripping over a cloud, and spinning around like a ballet dancer in mid-air. The thought made her smile lightly, as she slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep along with her brother.

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Rarity was designing her seventh dress in as many hours, working her own thoughts away.

" No... No... Dear me, heavens no! " The pony spoke aloud to herself, looking at a spew of fabric choices flying before her eyes, levitating by her willed magic.

After more and more aggravation from choices that seemed to not want to collaborate with her, she burst.

" oh... I... Why won't any of you just WORK!? "

She sighed, putting a hoof to her forehead.

" My, my, Rarity, you simply MUST control yourself better, even under the given circumstances... "

She sighed again, continuing her work. Anything to keep herself distracted.

" Perhaps I'll suggest Pinkie Pie throw a celebration for Dash. That should work wonderfully... "

Rarity abandoned her attempt at dress number 7, and began sketching up ideas for party designs...

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Angel was trying desperately to silence Fluttershy. She tried supporting, she tried yelling, Hell, she tried slapping her silly.

Nothing could calm the emotional mare.

" Go away angel, please... " Fluttershy cried softly, curling closer to herself in her couch

Fluttershy hadn't even visited Dash in the hospital, in fear shell would have broken into sobs then and there.

Angel again tried to council her, alas, to no avail.

With a light sigh, Angel stepped in front of Fluttershy, and hugged her muzzle tightly.

This accomplished two things. First, it calmed Fluttershy some, and second, it muffled the crying.

Fluttershy smiled lightly, before more tears welled up in her eyes.

" Oh, angel, it's just too much. I thought she was a good pony... Oh, I shouldn't say that, then I'm saying she's a bad pony... Oh, Buck it all! Oh! I'm sorry you had to hear that angel... Sorry- I just, I, sorry..." Fluttershys eyes welled up again, and she began to cry again.

Angel, no ideas left, just laid down on the other side of the couch and dozed off.

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" Dear Princess Celestia

My close friend Rainbow Dash tried to hurt herself severely today, all over feelings of betrayal that weren't quite accurate as she thought.

Though I don't see why the reaction to something like a feeling is so severe, from what I can gather, some ponies react extremely to feelings or situations.

Sometimes, you just have to trust your friends wouldn't lie to you, instead of taking the path of doubt.

Your Faithful Student,

~ Twilight Sparkle "

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End Chapter 6