Love can be Pink

Chapter 3: News and heartbreak

Pinkie Pie was just coming up to Fade’s house when she saw him in rush towards some place unknown.

“Hey! He Pinkie promised to hang out!” She said as she tried to catch up to him. She instead settled with following him to wherever it was he was headed.

She followed him for a good five minutes before he finally reached his destination and to Pinkie surprise it happened to be a clinic; she instantly remembered that last night at the party he started to feel bad.

“Oh no, I hope he is alright.” She thought, she decided to wait outside for him to make sure he was alright.
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“Hello.” I said to the doctor’s assistant.

“Bolt! I see you got the letter.” She said with a faint smile, I guess she had read it or knew something I was just about to figure out.

“Indeed. Is the doctor here?” I asked her.

“He in fact is, he didn’t want to leave early in case you decided to come right away.” She answered only giving me more indications that the news was in fact
very important.

“Can I go in?” I asked her starting to get rather nervous.

“Go ahead.” She told me, I slowly started to trot over to the doctor’s office.

“Bolt, you came.” He said looking up from his desk as I walked into the room.

“Well judging by the letter it seemed too important to wait another day.” I said sitting down in a chair in front of him.

“Yes, the news is indeed of great importance. First things first, did you start taking the pills I gave you?” He asked me.

“Yes, I started taking them yesterday actually.” I answered him; I’ve been caring them around with me since yesterday.

“Have they worked? Have they cured some of the basic pain?” He said getting a quill and paper ready to write down everything I said.

“Only for a short period, but at least there are working.” It was true, the effects only seemed to last two hours at max and it was far too little time.

“That’s not good…” He said as he wrote it down in the paper.

“Doctor, can we cut the chase and just tell me what wrong?” I was already impatient; I just wanted him to say what it was.

“Well, Bolt. You see we ran the test and well…” He said trailing off for a moment

“And…”

“And the tumor is in fact dangerous, even more than we thought.” He said to which I instantly shattered.

“Is there any way to get rid of it?” I asked with the little bit of hope that was left in me.

“Well… We can perform a surgery to extract it.” He said to which some of my hope was returned to me.

“Okay when can the surgery take place?” I wasn’t going to look any further; if the operation was an option then it was the definite option.

“No so quick. There is more bad news.” I had stopped rolling down the hill apparently.

“What do you mean?” I asked becoming overwhelmed by the situation once more.

“There is a survival rate if you decide to undergo the procedure.” My heart started to break bit by bit as he kept telling me all this.

“W-what is that rate?” I asked hesitant as to whether I wanted to know or not.

“Forty percent you live…” He said.

“How much time do I have to think about it?” I asked, might as well know.

“I would say about a month, please do think about it Bolt.” He suggested, concerned on my safety.

“Well if that is all, I would really like to go home.” I said standing up.

“Yes that is all I needed to inform. When you’ve made up your mind please come and talk to me.”

“Don’t worry doc, I will.” I told him before exiting the room. I felt sad, angry, and nervous for some reason. I had a lot going through my mind right now.

As soon as I stepped out of the clinic I had to prevent myself from crying right there, instead I flew as fast as I could towards my house where I could let all this rage out without disturbing anypony.

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As soon as I reached my house, I entered slamming the door behind me.

I started throwing stuff around; I picked the stuff up only to be thrown again. I was in fact very upset, very discontent with my life.

Suddenly I heard a loud knocking at my door. I went to open it and see who it was.
“What do you wan-“ It just happened to be Pinkie Pie who seemed rather upset as well, she barged into my living room without even asking.

“You broke your promise!” She yelled as she went to look me straight in the eyes.

“Promise? What promise? And why did you walk in without asking?” I said rather angry at the fact that she had started yelling and accusing me of things I didn't say.

“Last night you said we would be hanging out, and earlier today when I was coming you were leaving at full speed towards the clinic! Why were you there in the first place and why was it more important than keeping your promise?!?” She said getting closer to me.

“First things first, I didn’t promise anything. I clearly said that I would hang out with you if I wasn’t busy and if you saw me running off to the clinic then it clearly means I was busy!” I said not pushing her back.

“And another thing why do you care what I was doing in the clinic and why were you even following me?” I asked her.

“Because friends look out for their friends and the least you could do is apologize for breaking your promise!” She yelled back.

“Apologize!?! I have nothing to apologize for! Much less if it’s a silly promise that I stated I wasn’t going to be able to keep!” It seemed so childish that she was taking this seriously and that she was spying on me.

“SILLY!?! ‘Pinkie’ promises aren’t silly they are to be taken seriously, even more if they are made between two SPBFF!” She freaked out at my words.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your SPBFF!” I stated, maybe just a bit too harsh as her expression changed after I told her that.

“W-what do you mean you’re not my SPBFF?” She said almost crying.

“I only went to the damn party because I didn’t want to admit that I thought it was a stupid idea, you don’t even know me Pinkie and I’m not your friend and I’ll never be your friend and I don’t want to be your friend.” I scowled at her, she had an upset look on her face.

“But…But…” She muttered.

“But nothing Pinkie! Nobody has ever managed to be my friend and you are no exception.” I said before she got up and headed towards the door.

“I’m…sorry…” She said before walking away.

I felt strange. I felt guilty for saying all those things, I felt guilty for yelling at her. I felt worse because there is something I like about her. I felt horrible because she was one of the few exceptions.

I sat in my wrecked living room thinking. Not about anything in particular but about everything. Maybe I should have the surgery, maybe I should apologize to Pinkie, maybe I should kill myself…