My Little Dork

He passed out, right, he was unconscious, not dead, right? Sweetie’s mind was racing with thought of a worse case scenario. I’m sorry, what did he mean. She was going through a crap ton of emotions, sadness, rage, confusion. Base, he did this to him, this was his fault. “Button, no, Button wake up, please Button,” She begged sobbing, no response.

“Sweetie are you ok?” Scootaloo asked. Sweetie gave her a look that said, what do you think. “Look, I hate the fact that he did this as-”

“HE DID THIS-” Sweetie shouted “WHAT IN TARTARUS DO YOU MEAN HE DID THIS, WE ALL KNOW THIS IS BASE’S FAULT!” Sweetie raged out at her friend. She was mad, for obvious reasons.

“Look, he was my friend as well, you know that, and what Base did was bad, yes, but freaking out will not help Button, you should stay calm and try and help,” Scootaloo said. She walked over to Button as started pressing on the cut. “I have wiped out several times on my scooter, and putting pressure on the wound will help the blood clot, so help me out here, for his sake,” She said, her voice getting emotional at the end. Sweetie walked over and used her magic to tighten the make-shift bandages.

“BUTTON NO!” A mare shouted, Rumble had came back with Love Tap and Nurse Redheart. Sweetie let Button go, still keeping hold on the bandages with her magic, as the cream mare hugged her son, sobbing.

Sweetie looked at Nurse Redfield “You can help him right?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I wish I did, but in the medical world, you just can’t make promises like these, we will do what we can to save your friend,” Redfield said.

“I understand,” You will save him, work to save him like your life depends on it.  As he was being loaded onto a stretcher. She looked over the room, and saw something, his bennie. She took it with his magic, and saw a folded piece of paper under where it was. Dear Sweetie it read, she unfolded it. If you are reading this, then I probaly be dead, if that is the outcome, then I want you to know, I have loved you since 6th grade, you are beautiful, a good singer, and all around a lovely pony. I just wish I was good enough, Base had confirmed for me that I am not.

“He loved me, if I got to him, this might not have happened, it’s my fault,” she whispered to herself. She was starting to think back to when they first met.

Five years ago

Sweetie and her friends had just got their cutie marks, hers was a red, pink, and violet shield, with a star and a quarter note inside the shield. They were at Sugarcube Corner,and celebrating, as a brown colt walked up to Sweetie, “Uh, hi,” he said.

“Hi, how is it going?” Sweetie asked.

“Good, what's your name?” he asked.

“My name is Sweetie Bell, yours?” she asked.

“Button Mash, how is it going Sweetie Bell?” he asked in response.

“Good, you?”

“Good, look, I-I don’t want to be rude, but do you want to play Minecraft later?” he asked

He is nice, and he likes Minecraft “Heck yes, I love that game,” She responded

“Ok, so we meet up here at say-” he looked at the clock, 1:00, “- five, bring your laptop, we can play LAN,” he said.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said.

Now

That was how they met, and now, he could wind up dead, she looked and saw his blood patting down her fur. I will just say that Applebloom scraped herself. She started her trot home after saying goodbye to Applebloom, Pip, Rumble, who was hugging a shaking Scootaloo, she obviously was harshly affected by this… this tragedy. She closed the door, as she got back to Ponyville. She got back to Carousel Boutique. “Sweetie darling, why is there blood on your fur, did you get hurt,” Rarity said in a form of panic.

No, just a colt that I consider one of my best friends could of killed himself and possibly died in my arms. “No, Applebloom just scraped herself, and me and Scootaloo got her cleaned up,” she replied calmly. She troted up the stairs to wash the blood off herself. Why, why Button, why did it have to be him. Latter she snuck out of her room, and met up with Applebloom, Rumble, Pip, and Scootaloo. “So we are going to the hospital to see Button,” Sweetie asked.

“Yep,” Rumble said, as they started trotting to the hospital. When they got there, they troted to the desk.

“We are here to see Button Mash, and possibly get an update on his condition,” Sweetie said.

“What is your relation to the patient?” The receptionist asked.

“We are some of his closest mates,” Pip responded.

“Ok, we can show you to his room,” The receptionist responded.

They troted to his hospital room, upon entering his room, a wave of silence has fell on the group. His cuts were stitched up, and he had a blood transfusion in his forearm. He was definitely breathing right now. “He is unconscious now, we are doing what we can, but at this point, we can’t be positive if he will live or die, it is honestly 50-50 right now,” Nurse Redfield said.

“Look, we are going to go, you coming Sweetie?” Applebloom asked.

“You guys go ahead, I am going to stay back for a bit,” Sweetie responded.

“Allright,” Rumble responded.

After they left, Sweetie used her magic to pull up a chair. She sat down next to Button’s bed, and started sobbing. “B-Button, I know you can’t hear me, but I-I want you to wake up. I read your note, I want to tell you that I consider you my best friend. P-Please wake up,” she fell, her forehead rested on his hoof, sobbing.