Go Rest High

“Excuse me?” Celestia asked.

Jared slowly tried to sit up. He fumbled for the lever to adjust the bed up to meet him.

“You’re real, aren’t you.” He said after a moment, eyes wider. “Really real.”

“Believe me, I’m just as real as you are.” She replied, walking closer to his bedside. “You’ve been unconscious for the better part of two months, its surprising you’ve woken up at all. The injuries sustained from what happened... Your chariot must have crashed at an immense speed...”

“Oh my god.” He leaned back in the bed and shut his eyes. “How bad is it..?”

“I’m afraid I dont understand..” She said.

“If I can’t fly you might as well kill me.”

“We’ve... Reclaimed the wreckage of your aerocraft... There’s not much left. Mainly twisted metal.” She stated. He screwed his eyes shut further.

“Do you have any idea who I am... At all.. About me...” He asked.

“I.. Do not, you say that like you are of importance?” Celestia answered, honestly befuddled. The look on her face screamed confusion.

‘Well then.’ He thought. ‘the fanfictions aren’t all that true, she isn’t all knowing. Lets just assume I don’t know her anyway.’ "I'm nobody, just a kid from Palmer. Who are you?”

“I am Princess Celestia, one of the rulers of the land of Equestria... You are more than welcome to stay in our lands during your recovery.”

“Thank you... Princess.. That’s very kind of you...” He cringed, hard. He hadn’t seen the show since probably season 4. They had just ended the show on season 15, something along those lines. He did enjoy the show when he watched it, but something about thinking of it now made him want to punch his forehead in. “So I’m not dead. Or in hell..”

“Excuse me?”

“So what exactly is this Equestria, and do you have any idea how I can go home?” He asked, trying to play the ignorant part. In a massive amount of pain, hopped up on morphine, and arguing with a pastel horse, he was incredibly tired.

She began explaining, and he zoned out in thought.

‘Maybe this is the fresh start I needed... Maybe if I just embrace the dumb, it’ll all work out...” He smiled gently.

“-Would you like that?” She asked him.

“Definately.” He said in a voice that could be interpreted as sarcastic or serious, depending on the question. Unbeknownst to him, he was just asked if he wanted to be moved out of the city, to a small town some miles away where his Beaver was being stored, as it was largely aluminum, and it was much easier to acquire it in Ponyville. Jared took several deep breaths, and tried to sit up on his own, all the way.

“My arms and legs were casted.. Are they healed enough to use..?” He asked softly after a while.

“The doctor has assured me you’d healed completely except for the trauma to your brain stem, the swelling must have gone down.” Celestia replied.

“Explains my headache...” He slowly swung his wobbly legs over the bed in an attempt to stand. He instantly crumpled, grabbed the bedrail, and started forcing himself to his feet. After a moment of Celestia watching in pity, he managed to stand with the help of his IV pole.

“So uh.. Where’s my clothes?” He asked, covering his schlong with a blanket from the hospital bed. He was completely buck-ass naked.

“I will retrieve them.” She nodded gently.

“Thank you...” He smiled gently, releasing the blanket as she walked away. He fumbled with the IV, finally pulling it free and reaching for a square of gauze on the nearby shelf. When the door re-opened, a dark blue alicorn entered instead, carrying his clothes. His eyes went wide as he scrambled to better cover himself. She rolled her eyes.

“You don’t get to be my age and not see a few stallions.” She said. “You do not appear to have a sheath, is that why you wear clothes?”

“Uhh, yeah, thats why..” He grimaced, beat red. “God please just fucking take me now.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“My apologies, I am Princess Luna, guardian of the night.” She stated. “I am not pleased you wear leather.”

“Princess..” He paused to explain himself, snatching his boxers from her and quickly slipping them on. “Where I am from, my race is the only dominant race, it's durable, warm, and just looks cool. They're just animals to most.” He explained as he quickly pulled on his jeans, socks, and grease/blood stained white shirt.

Her look went from anger to thinking, and then her face softened. “Alright.” She dropped his boots in front of him, he slipped them on. “These are cowhide.. I wish I had my jacket but it probably burned up. It was a really old school motorcycle jacket..”

She slowly pulled into view a black leather jacket, clad with colors on the back, the name was Alaska Iron, the patch for the logo was black, gold, and red. Like the rest of it, reading a big 751 and MC. He nearly teared up in joy as he taped up the gauze over his IV hole.

“Thank you, so much.. You have no idea how much this means to me...” He slowly put the jacket on and smiled broadly

“You’re welcome..” She smiled gently. She’d always been his favorite in the show. She seemed the most real of them all, the most down to earth. More caring than her sister, at least that was his opinion. He broke the hug and beamed. “Princess, this means the world to me, thank you.”

“Of course.” She blushed. “I must be going, I simply came to check on you.”

“See you in my dreams, then?” He asked, playing on the ‘guardian of the night’ thing while trying to make her blush harder. Dear god did it work, her face turned a bright crimson and she turned to leave. He noticed her walking with much more of a sway in her hips now, attempting to draw his eyes in. An embarrassed face and an "A-ha." was all she got when she looked back.

"Always running my fuckin mouth.." He sighed in despair and slipped his boots on once she had left. He walked out of the room slowly, as a doctor headed towards him, leading him to the nurses desk, and checking him out. He stepped out the front doors of the hospital beside a silent Celestia, and breathed deeply. He smiled.

“Well then..”

“Well?”

“Let’s go to your new home.” Celestia lead him away. He followed.