NOIRE POV

"They could have at least given me a bigger bed," I said groggily as I slowly opened my eyes from my slumber. I looked around the area; there were many other beds around me and dull white walls. It reminded me of the time I broke my leg and had to spend a week in the hospital. It was a hell of an experience. Lack of entertainment, terrible food, the itch I had for an hour, everything about the hospital makes me want to look twenty times both left and right before crossing the street just to avoid going back there. "I must be in the hospital; this place is way too serious to be anywhere else. I hope the food is good here or I might seriously kill myself,"

"Close but no cigar. You're currently in the medical ward inside the Crystal Castle. Also, you'll be eating in the dining room, so you won't have to worry about bad food," a voice called out from across the room. The pony turned out to be a mare a bit taller than me with pale white fur and a red mane in a bun. She wore a lab coat over a long, red sweater stretching down to her knees and high heels. "My name is Doctor Curdle, it's nice to meet my new patient," she said with a warm smile on her face. It reminded me of how my father used to smile at me when I was little. It was... comfortable to say the least.

"I am going to assume your full name is Blood Curdle," I said plainly. She responded with a slight blush, twiddling with her fingers and avoiding eye contact for a few seconds before calming herself down. I assumed she was a bit sensitive about the topic, so I decided to change the subject to avoid creating a bad impression, which I tended to do often. "Were you the one who healed me?" I said, causing her to light up instantly. I will spare you long, boring details about all the spells used just to stop the bleeding and the even greater amount to close the wound. I tuned out to most of it, except for an interesting thing. She informed me of my partial immunity to magic, reducing the effects of any spell cast on me, which is certainly going to help me if any unicorns decided to try anything.

"Your wound should be healed externally for now but try not to put too much stress on it, the healing magic was applied very recently so it should take at least another 24 hours for all the internal damage to repair itself," with that she walked to a far off corner of the room, where I could see a door with a sign saying 'STAY OUT! NO ENTRY PERMITTED!' in bold, red letters "Oh! Before I forget, Princess Cadance wants you in the dining hall for breakfast. Something about getting to know our new intruder," With that in mind, I left the medical ward in search for Princess Cadence to discuss the possibility of getting home. However, I ended up bumping into a familiar face right outside the ward. I immediately recognised the sparkling armour that could only belong to the Captain.

"What are you doing outside the medical ward?" he said in an obviously spiteful tone. His eyes were clearly bloodshot from the lack of sleep he got. I hoped I wasn't the cause of that but from his angry tone, it was safe to say that I was. I wanted to explain to him how I wanted to talk to Princess Cadence about finding a way home or at least some accommodation apart from the hospital bed but the guy was just too self-absorbed or spiteful to let me respond and instead continued complaining. "Do you have any idea how long I had to stay up just to keep you from doing anything stupid," he asked, eyebrows twitching with infuriation.

"From your expression, I'm going to assume-"

"THE WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT!!!!!" he exclaimed. He stepped incredibly close “Now listen here human, you may have the princess intrigued with your disgusting, furless skin and short patch of hair but don't go walking around the castle, acting like hot shit so unless you want to be thrown in the dungeon. I suggest you go back to the hospital room and await further orders." I was about to try again at explaining my presence out of the ward, but Cadence's voice echoed through the halls.

"Noire! Can I see you in the throne room please?"

" Thank the Goddess"

CADANCE POV

I felt bad for having Shining stay up all night watching over Noire, but it felt assuring how my strong, dependable husband was watching over our new 'guest'. "Noire... what are those eyes of yours hiding? Why does your blank expression intrigue me so much? I know you are a human but there's more to you than meets the eye, I just know it," I thought "I can't endure this curiosity anymore. I have to talk to him" I said, resting my quill on the desk. I impatiently walked over to the door and peeked through it to find any sign of him. Fortunately, I found him in the middle of the hallway, listening to a very pissed off Shining Armour "Oh Shiny..." I whispered to myself. I shouted down the hallway for him to come to me and he responded quickly, leaving Shiny to his ranting and went over to me. Noticing my lack of courtesy in shouting for him to come over, I blushed intensely. I quickly ducked back into my quarters.

OhmyFaustwhatdidIjustdoIdidn'tmeantoshoutIwonderifhethinksI'mabadprincessandleaveswhatamIgonna-

"Princess?" said Noire with a confused look "May I ask why you called for me?"

I snapped out of my jumbled thoughts and saw Noire standing in front of me, looking very confused "Oh Heavens I'm sorry, I must have been lost in thought but before we begin, may I ask how much of that you heard" I asked, quickly removing any traces of embarrassment of my face.

"I just got here and saw you quietly mumbling to yourself. As for what I heard, nothing really," I gave a long sigh of relief.

"As for why I called, I just wish to talk with you about you and your species". I let Noire into my office and inspected it silently. It is what you would expect a pretty, pink, pony princess' room would look like. Pink walls, pink chair, Pink EVERYTHING. Sometimes I wonder if I should tone down the pink, but it would be a pain to just change everything based on an inconvenience. I look back to Noire who has already sat down in a chair.

"So Noire, how is your leg doing?" I asked, looking down at the hole in his pants where my horn used to be. "It appears that Doctor Curdle did a good job patching it up". He looked down at the hole then back at me then smiled.

"Oh, don't worry, she fixed me up really good, so good that I almost forgot there was a hole there" he answered. We laughed for a bit then delved into the subject of his species. What he told me left me astounded. What a wonderful species they must be to have made such mechanical wonders, like these 'planes' which fly you places without having to be a Pegasus. Oh, and this delicacy called 'Pete-za'! He assured me it is safe to eat and offered to make me some if he finds the chance to. He didn't ask me any questions as he already knew about our history and culture from a book he found. However, he did ask about any chances of getting home.

"Princess, do you know of any way of getting back to my planet?" he asked politely. That was going to be a challenge. His entire species was previously thought to be extinct for centuries and this planet he refers to as Earth does not appear to be a planet in our solar system, rendering any form of teleporting him back impossible. This would be more in the league of Auntie Tia and Lulu. Maybe even Twilight.

"I'm sorry, Noire but I don't know of a way back, but I know of a few alicorns who may!" I said cheerfully. Noire responded with another smile, but this smile seemed more forced than any of the smiles he gave during our conversation. Maybe it meant he didn't want to leave, or he was hiding some kind of anger about waiting. Noire did not seem like the impatient type, so I assumed the former.

"Thanks for listening and I hope we can have more conversations like this, Princess," he said, standing up, ready to go but I grabbed his hand with mine.

"Cadance."

"Huh?"

"My name, it's Cadance,” I said.

"OK then Cadance." I let go of his hand and let him go back to his room. However, as I relax in my chair, I quickly reminded myself. He does not have a room "Oh. He must be going back to the medical ward then. I must sort out a room for him if he is going to stay here for a while". I leaned forward in the chair, picking my quill back up.

Dear Diary,

Author's Note

Is there anyone here reading my story?
If so... neat, I'm not as big as a failure as I thought I was.
If not... I already know why BUT STILL POST IT!

22/09/18- Edited for pacing reasons.