Chapter ten: captured.

Mike Smith's Point of view.

I awoke slowly. I tried to move my hands, but they where tied together behind a chair. I checked my back pocket. I still have my butterfly knife...I have a plan...

five minuets later.

My hands are still behind my back, but I have cut the rope. My 'Interrogator' walked in. He placed a picture of Dashie on the table.

"Where is she?"

"I am not telling you shit!" I barked back. He put a rag over my mouth and nose, forcing my head back and prepared to pour a bucket of water over my face. Not today, you shit. He was about to pour it, when I acted, stabbing him in the throat. I pulled his Makarov out of it's holster. Armed I began to storm out. Instantly, I ran into a insurgent with a RPK. I shot him twice, then ran out the door he was guarding. I saw a car, so I climbed in it and began to drive off.

A pop was heard, and I spiraled out of control. They shot a wheel. I tried to regain control, and got a few miles away before I crashed into a tree. A bit of shrapnel lodged it's way into my gut and I passed out from the pain.

Rainbow Dash's Point of view.

Two days later.

I was still at the side of Mikey's hospital bed. I have been for at his side for two days. I let the sound of the Heartbeat monitor calm me, to let me know he still lives. Mikey means everything to me. If I lost him, I would-
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

I began to panic. The door to the room flung open, and three doctors rushed in, one had a defib unit.

"CLEAR!" He yelled, giving Mikey a shock. No response.

"CLEAR!" He repeated. Same results.

"COME ON! CLEAR!" He gave one last try. His heart beat came back. The doctor checked Mikey's pulse.

"Get him on Life support, NOW!" the stallion yelled. A face mask was placed onto him, and a blood bag was slowly being drained into his arm. Mikey nearly died... I was happy he lived, but he was just barely alive. I hope things get better.

The next day.

I woke up. Mikey was still out. I prayed he'll live. While I was hungry, I didn't want to leave incase something bad happened.

"D-d-dashie?" Said a barely recognizable Mikey. It took all my might to not squeeze him. I didn't want to ruin the life support, which would kill him

"Mikey!" I said, and muzzled against him. "You were dead for a minute yesterday! I was so worried!" Tears rolled down my face as I lovingly kissed his forehead.

"Well, At least they didn't hurt me." He said, his speaking was muffled by the oxygen mask. I frowned.

"They did hurt you."

"No-"

"Then what happened out there?" I asked. He explained what happened.

"Oh... I am sorry I got mad at you. It's just...It's just I love you so much, and I nearly lost you." I said, on the verge of tears. I crawled into his bed and fell asleep with him.

Author's Note

So he lives...Barely.