A Dashing sickness

by vinnii

Rating: everyone
Tags: Romance, Mystery, Scootaloo, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4315

Rainbow Dash has been sick for days. Her coltfriend Seems very concerned.

When Rainbow Dash falls very ill, It's up to her coltfriend Soarin to take care of her. But, When she seems more than merely just sick, Soarin begins to wonder what exactly is wrong with her.

Published 2020-11-19 19:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-11-19 19:30:00 UTC

Sicker than just sick

Realizing what was about to happen, Soarin leaped into the hallway, throwing the closet door open and quickly getting a hold of a bucket. He flew back into the bedroom to see Dash clutching at her stomach with her forelegs. She snatches the bucket and begins to hurl into it. Soarin tried his best not to cringe in absolute disgust.

"You done?" She nods, proceeding to hand him the bucket.

The smell of vomit makes his muzzle twinge, as he dumps the substance into the toilet and flushes it. Down it goes. Soarin proceeds to walk out of the bathroom and into the hallway, suddenly remembering he had to pick up Scootaloo in about 15 minutes.

"Soarin...Wait!" He hears from a small distance. His ears quickly catching the voice; Quickly turning around to face the cyan mare.

"I-I'm sorry. You were right. I'm not 'fine'. And, I know that...I just didn't want you to worry. Plus, I'm sure it's nothing bad. I'll be back in ship-shape in the morning." She says, Smiling at the end. He smiles.

"Glad, to see you finally noticed that you were ill." Soarin remarks grinning sheepishly.

"Ha-ha, Very funny." She grins.

"Now, get some rest. You wanna be feeling better tomorrow." He smiles, Closing the lights and closing the
Door. Soarin takes off into the clear blue sky, off to pick up Scootaloo at the CMC clubhouse.

At the clubhouse.

Scootaloo seemed distracted. "Scootaloo?" You okay? You seem distracted." Sweetie belle added.

"Huh?!" Scootaloo yelled startled.

Apple Bloom stepped in. "What's wrong? Ya' seem distracted."

"Rainbow dash has been really sick." She started. "She told me and Soarin like a million times that she was fine. but.." She bit her lip.

"Ya' weren't convinced?" Apple bloom continued. Getting a small nod from the filly. "It'll be okay, Scootaloo." Sweetie belle put in, as her and apple bloom stepped in to give her a big hug. They heard a particular knock on the clubhouse door. They could recognize it anywhere.

"Hi Soarin!" Scootaloo yelled; Clearly excited to see Soarin.

"Hey scoots." He said, Smiling at the filly's excitement. She waved at her friends before climbing onto Soarin's back as he took off into the sky.

"So, how was school, Scootaloo?"

"It was okay, I guess." She began.

"It was boring, huh?" Soarin spoke, earning a nod from the filly. "Miss Cheerilee taught us about different kinds of...Rocks" She rolled her eyes. "Something about Equestria having a strong history with rocks." She added, Climbing onto his back. And, finally he took off towards their cloud home.

A few hours later, It had been about 6:30 pm and Soarin was currently making dinner. He had decided it was best if he just made soup for all three of them, as he was not looking forward to having to cook two different meals for hours. When, he finished he poured the soup into three different bowls. One Specifically to be set aside for dash. He set two of them on the table. He chuckled as the filly practically dug into her food the second it was placed on the table. He sat beside her, as he picked up his spoon and started to dig in. After dinner he placed the extra soup bowl on a tray, before walking up the stairs and into their bedroom; Scootaloo following suitably behind. He quietly opened the door, to reveal Rainbow Dash sleeping peacefully in the bed. He tip-toed towards the nightstand, placing the tray on the nightstand, and grabbing the old bowl of soup; which Rainbow Dash hadn't touched.

"Dashie?" He called out. She stirred. "Dashie?" He called out again. The mare forcefully opened her eyes, looking up at them.

"I made soup." The cyan mare fixes her eyes upon the soup. Looking back at Soarin. "Thanks," She began. "I'll eat it later. Though, I'm not sure if my stomach will even hold it in." She said, before turning to look at the filly. She looked worried, even concerned.

"You alright Scoots?" She asked softly.

"Are you alright?" Scootaloo blinked tilting her head. Dash, seemed surprised at the fillies words. She had completely reversed the question.

"I'm alright." She started. "I'll be back in ship-shape in the morning." She remarked, smiling. The filly smiled, before walking out of the room. Soarin trotted out of the room, and into the kitchen with the cold soup sitting in his hooves. He dumped the soup out as he called for Scootaloo."

"Scootaloo!"

"Yes?" She came running down the stairs. "Get ready for bed, It's late. It's almost eleven."

"Awww." She exclaimed lightly whining. "But, tomorrows the weekend." She retorted, frowning.

"I know, but even awesome fillies like you need to sleep. Me too to say the least." He says, chuckling.

"Well, In that case. Okay." She exclaims happily smiling.

After cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, Soarin headed over to the filly's room. "Goodnight, Scoots." He smiled warmly; Standing at the door. "Goodnight." She smiled. He closed the lights. "Don't let the bed bugs bite." He whispered. He closed the door, strolled back into the bedroom, taking a quick glance at the nightstand. The soup bowl was merely empty. He trudged over to the bowl grabbing it and Striding back into the kitchen. He placed the bowl into the sink, to be washed in the morning as he was growing tired by the second. He wander back into the room closing the lights, and lying in bed. He fell asleep suite at second.

The next morning.

The sun brightly shun through the curtains. The sun shining on the bed. The daylights warmth shining over their bodies. Basking in the warmth of the sun. The natural light, light of day beaming proudly.

Beep Beep Beep. Goes the alarm clock, There we go, moment ruined. The stallion groaned to the sound of the alarm clock ringing obnoxiously. Clicking the 'Stop' button. He graciously gets out of bed, only to look at the horrible view before him. It was Rainbow Dash, she lie awake. She looked worse than she did the day before. She lie on her back, eyes wide open, her muzzle shun bright red. Her forehooves were wrapped seemingly tightly around her stomach, her feather unusually pale, covered in sweat. She shivered Violently, she looked as if she were dazing.

"Dash!" Soarin called out within seeing her; Running over to her side of the bed. She groaned. He panicked at the sight.

"I-" She seemed to be struggling to talk. She released another wild shiver before starting. "Soarin, I-I'm getting...Worse." She let out a loud moan.

"I feel horrible." She whinned. She brought one of her hooves to her noggin. She let out another groan.

"My head.." She blinked, closing her eyes. She opened them to reveal a stumbled Soarin with a thermometer and a small jug of medicine in hoof.

"Open up, you need medicine."

"I don't need medicine, I'll be just fine without it." She exclaims groaning. Turning on her side, to face Soarin.

"Dash, you're in pain! You have to take it, If you wanna get any better. It's for your own sake!" Soarin huffed, growing impatient.

She glared. "I don't 'have' to take it. I told you I'll be just fine without it." Her face then began to show a retraction of pain, her legs leaning in towards her stomach, and her back moving in as well as Closing her eyes; her hooves crossed tightly around her stomach. She shivered again. She let out a groan. Her grip on her abdomen loosened to the sound of her coltfriend. "Dash?" he called out. "Dash, you okay?" His face showing a look of pure concern. Her body lunged back into it's regular position; She proceeded to open her eyes.

"You okay?" He asked again. "Mhm." She nodded.

Soarin begins to beg. "Can you please take the medicine, Dashie? Please, Please, Pleeeasse."

"Fine." She grumbles.

"Yay." Soarin exclaims happily like a foal. With that, she takes the medicine. Her face showing a look of disgust. He firmly places the thermometer into her mouth, as waits for a beep. Beep. It finally beeps. The fever revealing to be, 103 degrees. He sighed. The fevers a little higher than it was yesterday. He thought. Rainbow Dash groaned painfully, before running off into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. He could hear noises he had heard one too many times. He opened the door, and knelt down beside the cyan mare. Holding her mane so it wouldn't fall into the toilet. When she's done, she lets her body collapse against Soarin.

"Dash, you alright?" Soarin asked calmly. She nods while slowly placing her head on his stomach. He looks worriedly down at his marefriend. She doesn't look too good. He watches as she slowly turns to her side; Her body still placed upon Soarin's legs. Her hooves wrapped around her stomach, her face was tight. Soarin suspected she was in pain. His heart racing at the second, as he hadn't got a clue what to do for Rainbow Dash. He lifts her up carefully, as her face twinged.

"Scootaloo!" He called out. "Yes?" She answered, walking out of her room. She seemed to have woken up a long time ago.

"We've got to go to Twilights, and...quickly." He said as he looked as his marefriend laying seemingly still in his hooves. He bends over slightly so the filly can climb on. Scootaloo looked frightened as to seeing her big sister in pain. He takes off into the skies towards Twilight's castle. Dash had began to sweat half way there. Scootaloo stares worriedly at Dash's current state. He finally arrives at the castle, landing softly so Scootaloo can climb off. He pushes the doors open with his free hindleg, as he and Scootaloo ran towards the library were Twilight usually is. He kicked the door open. A frazzled Twilight and her husband, can be seen.

"Twilight!" He yelled. "S-something's wrong with Dash." The shaken Stallion finished, laying her onto the table. Dash lay their seemingly lifeless she hadn't even bothered to bring her hooves to her stomach. Twilight strode over to the distressed Pegasus. Flash stood firmly at the other side of the table.

"Is she sick?" She began.

"Yeah...She is."

"What are the symptoms, maybe I'll be able to tell what's wrong with her if you tell me her symptoms." She remarked.

He quickly added. "Heat waves, fever, stomach aches, nausea, and cold sweats."

"I'm not entirely sure...what could be wrong with her, but-" She was cut off by a scream.

"AUGH!" Screamed the cyan Pegasus. Her eyes widened. She grit her teeth. The scream had caused the four ponies to look over at Dash. "Dash!" They all yell in unison.

Author's Note

Here's the second chapter, And yes I did edit the first chapter...Alot.

Anyways...I must be off. I have duels in the pantry to get too.

Emergency room

Dash lie there, the pain seemed to be getting worse. She grit her teeth as the pain took over. She could hear her name being shouted. Dash! Dash! The sounds getting quieter by the second, until everything became silent. Almost as if her name was being chanted. She felt her vision blurring as she felt herself being lifted off the table. She groaned loudly. Over and over again.

"W-what do we do?" Asked Scootaloo, who looked sadly over at Dash.

Soarin stared worriedly at his marefriend. She seemed to be looking up at the ceiling. Her breathing hastening. The stallion noticed her slowly losing consciousness.

"What do we do?! Can't you do something?! Like use a spell or something with your horn thingy, Twilight!? Please, I'm desperate!" Soarin yelled.

"I'm sorry." She started. "I can't do anything for her, My magic might risk her very life before her. I can't risk that. We can't risk that. We all can't." She answered frowning. Soarin sighed. He looked over to the orange filly her eyes were filled with worry.

"It's alright, I understand." He contended. "I'm gonna bring her to the hospital. Twilight meet us their." He took off into the sky. Flying off at neck break speeds. He could feel Dash's body going limp in his embrace. No no no no. He felt himself getting faster. He landed in front of Ponyville hospital. He kicked the double doors open, holding the now unconscious dash in his hooves. He called out for help. Three nurses came rushing over to him, they placed Dash on a stretcher before running into a long dimmed hallway. They ran into double doors. Soarin had been told to wait outside, the tension seemed to be too much for him. He turned his attention to the front doors which had been thrown open, again. He watched as Twilight, Flash, Scootaloo and Twilights friends all came running towards him.

"Did they tell you what's wrong with Dash, yet?" The filly asked.

He frowned. "No, not yet." 45 minutes had pass before a nurse came from the double doors walking towards them; Her face show no expression.

"Are you relatives of Miss, Dash?" She asked; Her voice sounding dead. Everypony nods. "She seems to have a minor bacteria growing slowly in her abdomen." She starts. She seems to take her time. "We'll have to take her in for surgery to remove it." She pauses before continuing. "Because, It's only minor the surgery should only take between 1-2 hours. Sometimes between 30 minutes and an hour." She finished.

"If that's the only way, then carry on then." Soarin answers calmly. The nurse nods before walking back into the far end of the hallway and into the double doors.

"Will Rainbow Dash be okay?" Scootaloo asked quietly; So quiet only Soarin could hear it. Tears still stained on her face. "Yeah. She's strong, she'll be just fine." Soarin remarked smiling softly at the filly. She smiles back. Both their faces turning back to the worried expressions they once were. About an hour passed, before the same nurse comes walking towards them.

"The surgery was successful, she has been moved to room 202b." She stated. "She's asleep right now, She should wake up in about 30 minutes."

"Thanks." Soarin avowed. The nurse walked off towards the front desk. They all trotted over to the designated room. Soarin gently pushed the door open to reveal the unconscious Pegasus. Next sat a stool. She had an IV tube on the right side of her hoof. Soarin walked over the stool. He sat on it, as he patiently waited. About 40 minutes had passed as Dash's eyes finally began to flutter open.

"She's waking up!" Pinkie pie asserted.

As Dash opened her eyes, she attempted to sit up. She felt as if something was keeping her from sitting up, it felt to be tugging at her skin. She collapsed back into the bed. A little confused she attempted to sit up again, she let out a yelp. She felt a hoof push her back into the bed.

"Wha?-" She started. "What the heck? Why does it hurt when I try to sit up?" She questioned. She heard a voice answer her question. She could recognize the voice anywhere.

"You just had surgery. You need to take it easy for a few weeks, Dashie." Soarin affirmed.

"Yeah, You gave us quite the scare their Darling, When we saw Twilight rushing here we all followed her as we thought something might be wrong." Rarity Uttered.

"Ya', we were really worried Sugarcube." Applejack added.

The cyan mare sighed. "So...Does that mean-"

"No weather team, and no Wonderbolts" Soarin cut in. She groaned.

"So, how has business been lately, Rarity?" Twilight Asked.

"Oh, well it's been absolutely splendid. Ponies have been coming constantly, It's a little hard to keep up with but it's been great." Rarity smiled. "How about you Twilight? How have you been doing with your duties?" She asked.

"Pretty good so far, It's nice to have to have extra help from spike and Flash and all." She avowed. After a few hours, they all said their goodbye's as they left.

"How ya feeling now, Dashie?" Soarin asked.

"I'm feeling great." She smirked sheepishly. Soarin gave her a soft peck on the lips. She blushed as she realized Scootaloo was still in the room.

"AWWWW" Scootaloo remarked, causing Soarin and Dash to blush furiously.

knock.

knock.

They all turned their attention to the door. The door was lightly pushed open to unveil, Spitfire and Fleetfoot.

"Hey, Dash. Hi Scootaloo." Fleet foot started.

"Hey, Dash. Hello Scootaloo." Spitfire added. They both walked towards Dash's bed.

"Hello!" The excited filly uttered.

"Hey guys!" Dash smiled.

"Hay! What about me? Aren't you gonna say hi to me?" Soarin retorted, disappointed. He crossed his hooves.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you sick too?" Fleetfoot asked; Sarcasm could be heard clearly in her voice.

"B-but Scootaloo's not sick. And, you said hi to her." He said frowning.

"Cause, she's a filly Soarin." Spitfire chipped in. They could hear Scootaloo giggling from behind them. Soarin gave them a playful frown. They all laughed.

"So, how are you feeling now Dash?" Spitfire asked.

"I'm feeling awesome now." Rainbow Dash added with a quirky smile.

"As always." Fleetfoot added giggling. They talked for a while before they went off home.

"So...When do I get to leave?"

"In a few days Dashie...In a few days."

Simply just a little sick

The cyan mare had been up for hours. Rainbow dash swore it had to have been at least two hours. She lie on her side, her forelegs wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her body felt weak and suppressed. She twisted and turned, she tried to lie on her stomach to ease the pain, Her stomach throbbed every time she attempted to move. She let out a small groan. Her face begins to cringe slightly as she feels her stomach churn. Her face slowly beginning to turn pale green, she felt as if her stomach wanted to retract her stomach contents. The mare lay still, praying to celestia; hoping she wouldn't throw up. She sat up slowly. Her head began to throb almost immediately, her stomach ached, her head spinned. Pushing off the blankets, She flew into the bathroom with agony. She groaned heavily as she failed to land. Her body making a loud thump.

Soarin jolted awake to a loud sound, as if something had fallen. "Dashie?" Soarin blinked, Still a little groggy before noticing Dash's side of the bed was empty.

"Dashie?" He heard a strained cough coming from the bathroom.

"Dashie? You okay?" Soarin exclaimed, standing in front of the closed bathroom door.

"I'm fine." She replied, her voice stiff as a stone. He heard more strange noises coming from behind the door, he flung the door open in concern. She seemed shocked. She spoke, her voice sounding strained and weak. "I'm okay...really." She looked up at his gaze, to see he didn't look convinced. He raised an eyebrow; crossing his hooves in the process. Ignoring his glance, she attempted to stand up. Instant regret could be seen upon her face, as she her body fell limp back onto the floor.

His face filled with shock as he helped her sit up. "Dash! Are you okay?!"

She moaned in pain. She lie still in his hooves; Silent. The Stallion watched as she slowly brought her forelegs to her stomach. He watched as her pale face turned from the naturally blue figure to green. She leaned over the toilet hurriedly. He waited for her to finish puking before asking. "You okay now?" The mare shook her head, as she threw her head back into the toilet. Her throat protested heavily as she puked. It had been hours. She rinsed her mouth with water. As she slowly trotted back into the room; where she and Soarin slept. She took a quick glance at the clock. It read 6:07 am. She slowly lie back in bed as to be careful not to stir another bout of nausea. She closed her eyes as she attempted to rest. Darkness beginning to indulge.

Soarin trotted out of the bathroom and back into the bed. He turned his attention to his marefriend, who was currently snoring heavily. She didn't look so good. He stared at Dash for a few moments before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. The alarm going off. What is that terrible noise? Soarin said as the alarm seemed to be screeching at him. Beep beep beep. The alarm screeches loudly. Getting louder every second. He let out a groan. Now he wanted more then anything to grab a mallet and smash the alarm clock, but he knew very well that he had work tomorrow and was not willing to risk being late. Nor did He want to risk getting spitfire mad, spitfire was known to give punishments unimaginable to pony kind. He forced his seemingly limp body to sit up. The clock read, 7:30 am. He turned his head to face dash, who was still currently asleep. Either she barely slept or the fact that she was just simply sick was putting a strain to her strength. He trotted into the hallway. And proceeded to knock on scootaloo's door. Opening it to reveal the small filly in the bed sleeping peacefully.

"Scootaloo? Wake up. You've gotta get ready for school." Soarin said softly as he watched the filly stir, and pull the blanket over her head. He chuckles softly at the sight.

He trotted towards the bed. And attempted to lift the blanket, earning a groan in return from the small filly. She sighs happily "Morning." Soarin smiles brightly, "Morning." She giggles with delight.

"Is Rainbow Dash still asleep?" She exclaims happily, as Dash's snoring could be heard from miles away. "Uh, Yeah." He says with a nervous smile. It doesn't seem to do much to convince the filly. Dammit. He thought. She's suspicious.

He sighs softly before admitting. "Rainbow Dash is sick." Those four little words seem to crush the filly.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Scootaloo asks frowning. "She'll be fine. You don't have to worry about her." He smiles, as he hopes to bend the filly's worries. He himself was worried about Dash. The filly smiles at his words.

"Now, go get ready for school. You don't want to be late again, do you?" He says chuckling. "No sir!" Scootaloo retorts playfully while Saluting, Hopping out of the blankets and onto the floor as she proceeds to run into the bathroom. "Good." Soarin says chuckling at the filly's humor.

Soarin trotted back into the bedroom to check on dash. He lays a hoof on her forehead. Its hot. Oh no, she's burning up. He runs into the bathroom. Throwing the cabinets open and searching frantically for a thermometer. Where the heck is that thing. His mind protests as he continues to search frantically. He finally spots a rectangular figure in the far back of the cabinet. He flies quietly back over to to his marefriend who is snoring intently. He places the stick into her mouth as he waits for a beep. Beep. He pulls the white stick out of her mouth and presumes to look at the number.

It reads, 102° This can't be good. He takes another look at dash. She was covered in sweat. The blanket only succeeding to cover half of her body. She was shivering. He felt dumbstruck. He had no idea how to handle this kind of situation. He ran back into the bathroom. Throwing the thermometer into the sink, as that was currently the least of his problems. He opens the bathroom covered and snatches a dry towel. He turns the faucet on. Before placing the towel in the water, he made sure the water was cold. He hoped that maybe the cold water would at least bring down the fever. He flew back over to his marefriend. He placed the towel onto her forehead with care. Before remembering he had a certain filly to bring to school.

"Scootaloo!" He called out. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah!" She says, walking towards the front door.

"Alright, Lets go." He quipped; Smiling. He bent down the let the filly climb onto his back, Before he took off into the clear sky.

A couple hours later.

Soarin had ended up calling in sick for the sake of his sick marefriend. "Dashie? Wake up." The stallion says his voice seemingly echoing in the mares ears.

She groaned. "Wha?" She answers sharply. She lies on her side.

"I made some soup." The stallion exclaims softly as he places the soup on the nightstand. "Do you want some? I'll make you feel better." He asks calmly.

"I don't need soup, I'm fine." She says, Pushing the bowl away; Crossing her hooves.

She earns a glare from her coltfriend. "I'm fine soar...really. You don't need to worry about me. I'm just a little sick." She assures her coltfriend, Beginning to get a little Irritated.

"Dashie." Soarin retorts causing the mare to look up at him.

"How can you be a little sick?" He says glaring. "You threw up for three hours straight, you're in a cold sweat and you have a high fever. How exactly can you be a little sick?" He exclaims, his voice slightly rising.

"I told you. I'm fi-" She stops mid-sentence. He notices her face turning pale green and her slowly sitting up. "Dash?" No answer. Her face getting paler by the second. "Dash?" No answer.

Author's Note

*^* This is my first fanfic. I've tried best to my ability. *^*
Sorry for my excessive use of 'As' and 'Seemingly'

okay, I'll go back to my corner now, Thank you very much.