Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Ten: Hospitality

The feeling of a fast yet equal force was inflicting on my unconscious and twisted body. My entire body had gone numb, and I felt weaker than glass. I couldn't tell the difference between anything. Then again I can't see, hear, or feel anything. All I know is that I can breathe, and that the remainder of my blood, overdosed with adrenaline, is rushing across my veins.

After about after 50 seconds… or was it 50 minutes? I think it's the latter. Anyways, after about fifty minutes, I guess I was placed onto a bed thing, and some things were in planted into my skin. From the franticness of the way they were put in, I am guessing that I've been taken to a hospital.

Huh. So whatever happened, is bad. This isn't good. I am expecting a long recovery during this, whatever this limbo land is. I have no clue what attacked me, but whatever it did to me could be life threatening. From what I can taste, because that hasn't gone, there must be a lot of blood in my airways, mouth, and oesophagus.

I must've been out for a long time, because after what felt like days, though it most likely was, I finally could hear things. The miracle of gaining your sense of hearing.

The heart beat monitor was beeping in time with my heart's beating, and the machine was to my left. The flow of, what I'm guessing is the medicine and blood is also to my left, and to the right is a lamp, because I can hear the subtle, but noticeable noise of the light bulb. Footsteps were being taken outside, and an ongoing conversation was ahead.

“--t for a long time, hasn't he Alex?” a voice that I couldn't recognise said to, I guess to Alex. I have no clue what the context is, I guess I will just listen.

“It's been about 10 days since the attack, in which I do not want anyone big prosecuted. However, the fillies and their sisters are said in the hands of the both of us. Yet clearly, it has had to be a one man job.” Alex responds.

Wait… does that mean I'm famous now? Jeez, what has he done to get me like this?

“So how abouts did this entire legacy start?” the man says to him.

“So it was a dark night on a Saturday, and Brendan came back home from work. Then we greeted each other again, and there was a clash of some pans in the kitchen. Me and him went to see what it was, and then the two fillies were there.” he replied, not long after taking a deep breath. “Then because of the encounter, his foot got met with the point of a knife that was in my hand, and he started bleeding. We treated it the best we could, and we got to know the girls after he had been fixed at the hospital. The next day, I was on the computer, and Sweetie was jumping on my bed, as usual for the past day. I decided to go to bed, and after about three hours of rest, the sound of punching and kicking woke me up. I got up to check on him, but then the older girls were there, and one of them appeared to have done the damage to Brendan. So I got up and found him I'm the state has was ten days ago. I phoned the ambulance and they took him to where he is now. In the past ten days, I've had to spread the news of their arrival to be able to help him recover as soon as he could. It's just a matter of time of when he'll be better.”

“So all of the bronies watching. Do you have anything to say to them for Brendan?” I presume the interviewer says back.

“If he had something to say to them, I'd guess that he'd maybe say to stay off of Scootaloo, due to reasons I shall remain undisclosed. Otherwise, I hope you all stay well and protected, and on my behalf, I wish him a quick recovery.” he says.

Yep. That would be what I would say to the press if I were famous. And rumours would be spread and the speculation of the press would be a lovely feeling. Alex knows me so well, y’know? I'm just glad that I am on my way to re-

My pain sense is the next sense I receive, and holy smokes there's a lot of it. My right arm feels completely shattered, and my left knee doesn't feel any good either. Anyways, I'm still alive, bearing the pain, and enjoying my heart beat increase…

…

Everyone in the room must've turned to face me and the beeps on the heart rate monitor starts increasing at a drastic speed. “That isn't good. He must have gotten his pain sensors back.” Alex says after. You don't fucking say Alex. They turned back to talk to the interviewer.

I try to open my eyes, and in success of that, my eyes are flooded with the hospital light on the ceiling burning my retinas three times over.

No one has seemed to notice that I have awoken…

I mentally grin to myself, and I prepare myself for this funny experience I will do.

“So do you have any clue when he'll be awake?” the interviewer says to Alex.

I wait for them to turn their attention to me.

“I think it will be soon…” he responds.

Now I am certain that they are looking at me. Cameras at the ready...

Without any warning, I sit up quickly and stare forwards.

All of their faces, including the cameramen are completely back at me just staring into the depths of the camera lens.

I look around in sarcasm to identify where things are, and from what I could hear, I was right.

I look straight back at the camera, give a little smirk and wave, with an accompanied, “Sup?” and then I lay back down and fall asleep…

All of the people in the room, albeit myself, are looking at each other confused.

“You have just witnessed the most confusing moment in television, everyone…”