Left With Nothing

Ace trotted to Twilight's library, expecting it would be a normal visit.

He knocked on the door. Spike answered, although he wasn't acting how he usually was.

"Hey Ace, come in." Spike said, much less emotion in his voice.

"What's wrong Spike? Where's Twilight?" Ace asked.

"She's in the hospital." He answered.

"How is she?" He inquired.

"She's doing badly." He replied.

"I need to go visit her. See you later." Ace stated.

He galloped to the hospital and entered. The nurse at the reception greeted him.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" She asked.

"I'm here to see Twilight Sparkle." He answered, urgently.

"Room 9." She indicated, pointing a hoof toward the right.

He thanked her.

He cantered to room 9.

She was on a breathing machine Ace didn't care to recognize.

"A-Ace..." She exhaled.

"What happened?" He asked, shocked.

"I-I don't know." She sighed out, eyes closed.

A doctor came in.

"What happened to her?" Ace asked, not thinking about formalities.

"We don't know yet, her friend brought her in, it seemed rather urgent." He replied.

"Ace... If I die... I want you to know, move on, don't mourn over me." She pleaded.

"Please understand that I still love you..." She sighed.

She started to cough uncontrollably. The breathing machine pumped in and out harshly as she did.

The machine slowed down to a stop.

"Twi?"

She gasped a final breath.