The Rasp

I remember rolling around on my side in agony. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I was gagged. The best I could do was muffled shouts. My arms were pinned by the rope, so I couldn't right myself. My tail was in an awkward position, and it drove white hot spikes of fire through my rump. I sobbed silently while trying to right myself. Every second was a nightmare!! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!! Applejack didn't notice. She was too busy inspecting the unconscious infected. Or dead. I didn't know. It didn't matter. I can't describe the agony I was in. I guess I was screaming wildly, and Applejack finally came rushing over to me.

She didn't pull the gag off. I wanted her to pull the gag off! LET ME SCREAM!! PLEASE!!! But she refused. She refused. She let me suffer. Was she punishing me? Was this what I deserved for what I did to Scoo- No. I don't deserve to write her name. Is this what I get for that poor filly? Is this what she felt?!

"Sorry sugahcube! I can't letcha'll draw attention to us!" She hissed. She ducked down into the cellar for a moment. I couldn't see through all of the tears. I couldn't recognize anything. I screamed through the gag. I didn't even hear the footsteps of the ponies gathering around me.

"...............Looks quite severe............. Broke his poor rear!" Somepony said. Through my haze of pain I recognized that voice. That perfect rhyming scheme could only be Zecora. Even if I only heard half the rhyme. I knew it was her. She must have been hiding in the cellar with the rest of the survivors of the town. Theeeen I kinda went on a little trip for a while. I think that I... yup, I wrote an entry. Uh...nevermind that part. Let's just say for how bad I was feeling before is how good things felt thanks to Zecora. I remember her setting my tail for me, and rubbing it down with special salve that was supposed to accelerate healing? She didn't know if it had any effect on dragons, though. So we'll have to wait and see. Since I wouldn't stop screaming, and this was an extreme circumstance...heh...She gave me some 'special' medicine and made me promise not to tell. I get it, though. I mean, really, if it's the end of the world...Might as well live it up, right? The end of the world. That's what this feels like...Anyway. WOW. I felt great!! Put me right to sleep! Well, I think I went right to sleep, err, after I made that last entry. I can't really make it out. I wasn't making any sense at all. I only remember bits and pieces of it writing it. Something about a party on the moon with Pinkie Pie? Ugh. I'm only semi-conscious now while I write this. I'm falling asleep again. Still feelin' good thou.

Ugh

I wonder what day it is?

Anyway. I just woke up in Applejack's bed. That's where I wrote this entry. Don't know whats going on, but I don't- wait...something's outside the door...