Listening to a Friend

You make your landing soon after Spitfire, feeling the ground make contact with your hooves. You nod to the yellow pegasus and reply, "Not a problem Spitfire." You put on a smile, which quickly fades from your face as you start to feel lightheaded. Your knees wobble a bit, making you feel as if you are standing on top of jelly. You don't notice but your body spasms... Until you feel a sudden jolt of pain tear it's way through your entire being. It's is a burning, excruciating pain, but you only mutter one simple word. "Ouch..." You see the world before you begin to rotate to the right when you realize that you are falling, everything seems to slow down in it's rotation as thousands of incomplete thoughts go through your head. after what seems to be five minutes you hear a thud in one of your ears and everything goes dark.

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You awake in a comfortable bed in a blindingly white room, all the lights are on, causing it to be even more white. You scan the area for any giveaways as to where you are. Your vision is blurred from hopefully the whiteness of the room, but you still manage to see a yellow and orange blur. You blink four times, your vision clearing with each blink. When your sight is as clear as most days you see that the yellow blur is Spitfire; she is looking at you with a very distressed look on her face, but there's more to her expression than just that... Her mane is down, not like during the show when it was standing straight up, her eyes are dull and glassy, showing just how tired she is; she must have been here for at least a day.

Spitfire notices that you are awake and quickly develops an enormous smile; she wraps you in a light hug. "Anything hurt aside from the obvious?" She releases you and lets out a small titter.

"I'm hurt?" You ask immediately after processing her question, you look under the covers of the bed for any kind of bandaging or casting. You are about to look at your left wing when you hear Spitfire burst into a fit of laughing, so you look from under the covers.

You see the yellow pegasus rolling on the ground with her hooves on her ribs. After a moment she stands up and wipes a tear from her eye, done laughing now. "I was kidding! You weren't hurt too badly," she points to a calendar on the wall, "but you have been unconscious for two and a half days."

You examine the calendar only to see that she is right. You look back to her, now only having two questions on your mind, so you ask the first of the two. "Spit, how long have you been here?"

"Two and a half days, why?"

This left one question. "Why did you stay here for two and a half days? We've only known each other for half a da-"

"Three."

"Three days!"

"Well," Spitfire begins to explain, "you saved me." She swallows; you can tell that there's more reason, but you don't press her. She might want to explain on her own. She does, so she continues, "Also... I may or may not have been laid off for ditching the show to bring you to the hospital..."

You furrow your brow, somewhat confused. That didn't sound like a good reason to be fired. "Oh, come on now," You began to press, "that can't be why you got fired."

"It is, I left without telling anypony where I was going, and to everypony else you looked perfectly fine. I tried to explain when I went back, but nopony listened." She smiled sheepishly. "So, i got fired." Her gaze gives off a look of pleading, genuine pleading, not like when somepony that lives between two buildings asks for money to go get a drink with, but sincere pleading. "I lived in the hotel rooms rented out for us, so now I have nowhere to live... Can I live wi-"

Before she could finish her question Nurse Redheart enters the room, she is carrying a clipboard in a white saddlebag. Funny, white bag, white room, white pony. You think almost aloud, but you bite your tongue to assure that the words stay private, to not offend her. The nurse stops in her tracks when she sees that you are awake, she smiles at both you and Spitfire.

"Glad to see that you're awake." She then grabs something off of her back, something that you never noticed, it was a tray of food. "I brought you food for every meal ever since you went unconscious, upon request of Ms. Spitfire here. She was hoping that you'd awaken sooner than you did." You look at Spitfire, to see if this was true; she had a smile on her face and she nodded, so it was. Nurse Redheart continued, "You know, you have a great fillyfriend in her."

Upon hearing this you feel your heart stop, you also see Spitfire's face go red and her eyes become constricted. Your head whips to Ms. Redheart so you can face her and you retort. "She is not my fillyfriend, I am not her coltfriend, we are not together! What gave you that idea?"

"Ms. Spitfire of course."

You feel your own face become warmer, obviously blushing. In your mind you have a thousand questions, for Nurse Redheart and Spitfire, but you focus on the ones for Nurse Redheart. "Okay, so when do I get out of here?" You are somewhat irritated, which carries to your facial expression and voice.

Nurse Redheart sees and hears this, so she becomes a little embarrassed for going off of the word of one pony. "You won't be getting out for another day, tomorrow at lunch, so get plenty of rest."