The hand of fate-a cold winter night

The hand of fate, a cold winter’s night

Chapter 2

A meeting ordained by fate

The sounds of the monitor’s beeping were the only sound in the room as Octavia fought unconsciously for her life.
"It’s so cold; am I dead?" Wondered Octavia as she wondered though a black void. "I know I heard a voice before I died; was it an angel? Well I guess this is it, maybe I’ll be happy passing on."

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“She’s so beautiful, I wonder who she is?” Question Vinyl as she brushed her hoof though Octavia’s black mane.

“Her name is Octavia Philharmonica, She was a cellist of quite some renown until about a week ago, and I guess she’s lost all respect within the upper crust of Canterlot’s society by playing a child’s song at the Grand galloping gala, but I digress you saved her life Miss Scratch.”

“A Cellist? Well I guess that would explain the cello that I found with her. Replied Vinyl “So she played the wrong song, and they ruined her huh, yeah sounds like those stuck up assholes who think there better than everyone else."

Vinyl then turned back to Octavia and Whispered in her ear.

“Come on back Octi; don’t let those stuffed shirts get you down.
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"Who is talking to me, and why did they call me “Octi” My name is Octavia, but I digress, is there really somepony who gives a damn about me? Maybe there might be a reason to live after all, but how do I get out of here?"

Suddenly as if answering Octavia’s question a bright light appeared and at the end of it was a figure. They had sparkling ruby eyes, a white coat, and a mane of two toned electric blue and dark blue.

"Is she the one who’s calling out to me? She’s quite beautiful; a comb wouldn’t hurt her mane, but other than that. I want… I want… " What did she want; did she want to be with this mare, No she couldn’t give in to her lust. She was a lady and was expected to marry a gentlecolt not some fillyfooler. However she did want to thank her for saving her, and so she began to walk towards the light. It was then that she noticed the closer to the light she got the warmer she became, and the more pain she began to feel.

“I guess I’m not dead yet.” Whispered Octavia as she came to.
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Octavia’s body began to move, and her eyelids fluttered.

“Hey, doc Octi’s coming to!” Yelled Vinyl to get the doctor’s attention, as he had gone to see to another patient.

“Okay Miss Scratch, I’ll need you to move.” Answered the doctor as he pulled his stethoscope out and moved toward Octavia.

“I guess I’m not dead yet.” Whispered Octavia.

“No, not yet Miss Philharmonica, but you were close.” Smiled the doctor as he listened to her heartbeat, and wrote it, and a few other things onto her chart.

“Where am I?” Asked Octavia weakly.

“You’re in Canterlot medical center’s intensive care unit. Miss Scratch brought you here after she found you buried in the snow. What were you doing out there anyways?” Explained the doctor, and then fixing Octavia with a glare as he asked his question.

“I had nowhere else to go!” Sobbed Octavia “After everything that happened at the Gala; I lost my home, my dream, everything.” The grey mare completely broke down as she covered her face in her hooves and cried.

“Hey now don’t cry. You may have lost everything, but doesn’t mean that you can’t build it right back up.” Exclaimed Vinyl grabbing Octavia’s head and making her look her in the eyes.

“Miss Scratch I presume.” Stated Octavia when she had cleared her eyes of the tears.

“Yep, but you can just call me Vinyl, I can’t stand any of that fancy stuff.” Laughed Vinyl as she tapped the hoof Octavia had extended for a hoof shake.

“Yes well I am.”

“Oh I already know who you are Octi, You’re some big shot cellist from upper Canterlot who played the wrong song, and got blacklisted; which by the way in my opinion I think is just bogus.” Vinyl cut Octavia off of her introduction and winked.

“Ah well yes… That’s rather hard to explain.” Blushed Octavia “But I digress; Please don’t called me that. My name is Octavia Philharmonica, and nicknames are for little foals.”

“So, you don’t want me to call you Octi?” Chuckled Vinyl a devious look in her eyes.

“That is correct Vinyl. I am a lady, not a young filly, and even though you did save my life I barley know you, even if I was partial to nicknames; you are not quite close enough to me to give one.” Explained Octavia. Although maybe one day… No I can’t keep having these thoughts; I thought I got over this I am not a fillyfooler!

“Are you okay Miss Octavia?” Asked the doctor when he noticed Octavia wincing, and he pushed back into a laying position in the bed. “Listen, your body has been though quite the ordeal; pushing yourself to sit up and talk to Miss Scratch is not the best thing for you right now. Miss Scratch will be still here after you’ve rested.” The doctor then left them room to go and check on his other patients, now that Octavia was awake and no longer in danger.

Perhaps he’s right; I do need to rest, I’m lucky to be alive.. Though Octavia as she covered herself up in the sheet and began to look around the room.

The hospital room was decorated simply, the curtains were green, and closed to block out the mid-morning sun. The walls were painted white as was common for hospital, If she were to look to her left she would have seen the I.V that was connected to her hoof which was feeding her intravenously. The bed was just like any other hospital bed, it had bars to keep the occupant from falling out, and if she were to search the sheet; she’d find the control for setting the height and angle of the bed.

Octavia sighed before she turned to Vinyl, and looked her deep in the eyes.

Fillyfooler or not, I have to admit I could get lost in her eyes; they’re like rubies, beautiful and so full of life. I have to thank her in some way more than words, but I wonder how I could do it.

“Vinyl.” Called out Octavia to get the DJ’s attention.

“Yeah.” Answered Vinyl.

“I want to thank you for saving my life; know that if I had something to give you I would, but as you know I’m in rather dire straits right now, but know I’ll pay you back some day.” Promised Octavia as she slowly sat up and looked Vinyl straight in the eyes.

“Don’t worry Octi; I know how you can pay me back.” Blushed Vinyl as she stood up and walked towards Octavia’s bed.

“And how is that?” Questioned Octavia a bit miffed that Vinyl had called her “Octi” again
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“Love me back!” Whispered Vinyl as she kissed Octavia straight on the lips.

TBC