It’s been about a week since Hunter was finally healed from his sickness and he felt better than before he even got sick. In the late morning, Hunter was awake and playing some games; SB was in a different room working on some art for a client. As Hunter was playing, he faintly heard a sound that he couldn’t tell what it was but ignored it and went back to playing. When he heard it again, he stopped and listened closely to what it could be. After hearing it, he starts looking around to see what it could be; when the he found the sound, it was coming from SB’s art room.

When Hunter walks into the room, he sees SB sitting by her easel, a paintbrush that was covered in white paint on the floor and she was holding her foreleg. Hunter hears the sound again and realized that it was her crying. When he moved closer, he saw tears in her eyes and she seemed to be hiding her foreleg.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Hunter asked in a whisper as he tried to hold SB; she ended up moving away so she was facing away from him.

“Nothing Hunter.” SB said quietly as she rubbed her foreleg. Hunter frowns and rubs at her back gently, trying to stop her from crying.

“Honey you’re crying. Please tell me.” Hunter said as SB kept trying to hide both her tears and her foreleg.

“Hunter, there’s nothing wrong ok?” SB said in quite an angry tone as she cried. Hunter sighed and pulled her close, hugging her tightly and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Steady Beats, I know there’s something wrong. Now tell me what’s going on.” Hunter said in a very serious voice as he held her close; this made SB whimper since she hasn’t heard him be this serious in a long time, but she ended up crying more and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“Today just sucks. I only slept for 3 hours last night but I didn’t want to wake you so I worked on the painting; then my client told me that the deadline for the painting was cut down to next week; then I burnt my breakfast where I couldn’t eat it; then as I was trying to paint, I cut myself badly on my sculpting knife and the blood dripped onto my painting.” SB said as she sobbed, pointing at her painting which had some drips of blood on the lighter parts then she showed a 3 inch long cut on her foreleg that was still bleeding but was covered by an old paint rag.

“Oh sweetie, you poor thing. Let’s get that cleaned up.” Hunter said sadly as he kissed her forehead then used his magic to take the rag away then walked SB to the bathroom.

As Hunter grabbed the first aid kit, SB sat there crying and trying to wipe her tears away; she wasn’t too sensitive to pain, but it did hurt more than what other ponies would feel. After about 5 minutes, her cut was cleaned, disinfected, and wrapped up. When he was done, he hugged her tightly and rubbed her back, being careful of her cut. SB just sat there and cried as Hunter hugged her; SB has very bad depression and sometimes she gets really sad where she would hide away from others, but today it’s not as bad and she just needed comfort.

“Its ok honey, everything will be fine.” Hunter whispered as he hugged her tighter and kissed her neck, making SB blush and nuzzle into his chest.

“Today is just horrible. Why can’t one piece of work go right?” SB said as she cried into Hunters chest, rubbing where her cut is.

“Bad days just happen sweetie, but I know you’ll still make it look amazing before the deadline.” Hunter said as he made her look up at him, kissing her gently but deeply. SB just nods and hugs him tightly, tears still falling and landing on his chest.

After a few minutes of comforting, both of them walk back to the art room and SB starts trying to fix the painting, trying to paint over where there was blood stains. After about 6 hours of nonstop work, she finally is done and the painting looked beautiful; it was of the client and his wife on their wedding day and wherever the blood stains were, she painted hearts and roses over them. When she put the painting by the window to dry, she sighed and collapsed onto the floor; she always worked herself till she was done with her work, so she was very tired. After resting for a minute, she got up and walked to the kitchen; Hunter was there cooking, which surprised SB since she usually did the cooking.

“Honey, why are you cooking?” SB asked as she walked closer to him, smelling chicken and shrimp.

“Well since you were working so hard on your art, I decided to make dinner for us.” Hunter said he kissed her cheek then went back to cooking. SB was about to retort but gave up and sat the table; she was just too tired to argue.

When Hunter was done, he sets the table and made both of their plates; SB ate the chicken while he ate shrimp. As the two ate, SB looked very worn out and was about to pass out at any minute. When they were done, they cleaned up the mess then head up to the bedroom; once SB lay in bed, she passed out. Hunter just laughed as the tired mare and lets her sleep, playing some of his games from before; despite her being sad quite a lot, she was still perfect in his eyes and that was enough for him.

Author's Note

This is what tends to happen when I have a terrible day; yes I have very bad depression, but I'm surprised Hunter can put up with it XD

it also happens a lot cause of my depression, but no matter what he still finds away to make me smile or feel loved :)