How I Met Your Pinkie

A steady beep came to my ears, then everything hit me like a wave of pain. My head had a horrible headache and my wings felt almost ripped from my body. I felt like I couldn't move my legs at all. Slowly and painfully, I opened my eyes. I was propped up in what looked like a hospital bed, I could see a horrible green colored wall with a television on it. A door was next to the television. My hospital bed felt uncomfortable, like there was something else in there.

Pinkie? I thought before shaking my head, then gasping in pain from the sudden movement. What are you thinking, Bend? They don't allow more than one pony in a hospital bed. And sure enough, when I looked to the side, it wasn't Pinkie, but a box with a note saying 'Get well soon!' Right beyond the present, however, was the real gift. Pinkie Pie lay in a hospital bed, staring at the wall across from her.

"P-Pinkie..?" I said weakly. I was shocked at how pitiful I sounded. The pink mare swiveled her head towards me.

"Bend! You're awake!" She gave a little sigh of relief. "I was getting worried." She looked around the room. "Pretty boring place, isn't it? I wonder what the adult hospital looks like. It could use some balloons, some streamers," Her eyes lit up. "Oh! And cake! And punch! And awesome music! And.. And.. Other ponies! And, ooh! Presents! And better wallpaper! And working TVs..."

She went on and on for a while, before I spoke up.

"Do you remember what happened after I dove in the way of the bar?" I asked, sounding better, but still weak. Amazing how being in the presence of Pinkie Pie could do for healing.

She looked at me with a tinge of sadness.

"Yeah. You cried out in pain, I heard a couple sickening cracks, but I managed to get away with just a broken hoof because of your bravery, Bendy." She smiled gratefully at me. "Oh, I promise to not leave your side until you are all healed. Ok?"

"Pinkie, you don't have to do that.. Try to make some other friends. You are a charming little filly, I bet you will be able to make at least one, no?" I forced a smile, I really wanted her to stay, but she did need to find some other ponies, as did I.

"But Hypothesis.."

"Pinkie, listen to me. You are not a filly who only should get one friend. You have to try to be friendly to others. You have to make them realize that you are awesome."

"But.."

"For me?" There was a long pause, then..

"Ok.." She hopped out of the bed and out of the room, somehow able to walk with three hooves perfectly. I never would understand that mare..

Around the third day of Pinkie's absence, the nurses brought in a little filly who looked like she was in horrible pain. I could move my limbs with minimal pain, and talk like I didn't have any by then.

The box? It was from my semi-friend Inkwell. A book that he wrote, called 'Journey of a Timberwolf'. It was good, he is a good writer. I bet Pinkie has made friends with him already. I thought with a smile.

The filly let out a tiny gasp of pain from being taken from the wheelchair to the hospital bed. I snapped back to reality and turned my head to look.

"No way.." I muttered. Applejack, the strongest out of all of the fillies and colts in Ponyville, was in the hospital bed next to me, crying. This worried me, Applejack never gets hurt. One time a tree limb fell on her but she just got out from under it and brushed herself off like it had never happened. She didn't go to my school, but was home schooled instead. I only saw her on occasion when I was out shopping with my mom in the market.

The nurses soon left, then her family an hour later. Then it was just me and her in the room. The tension was unbearable, I had to say something.

"Hi." I choked out. Her head snapped towards me and she cried out in pain, did she have what I had? Broken spines can be the worst.

"Oh, I didn't know there was somepony else in the room." She said, sounding like nothing had happened to her.

"Ah, just me." I replied, then sighed. "You have a broken back too?"

"How'd you know?"

"I do too, with some assorted broken limbs." I gave a weak laugh. "Swingsets are painful, don't trust them." She looked at me confusedly than said, "You saved that filly?"

"I saved that.. What! How much do you know about me and Pinkie?"

"Well, other than the fact that you two are the talk of the town.. not much. In case if you didn't notice, I don't go to your school." She sighed, "All I know is that for the last two days, my family has been talking about that brave little colt who saved a filly from death."

"From death..?"

"Eeyup. Apparently if you hadn't dove in the way, she would've been crushed and killed." She nodded then let out a gasp of pain.

"Ooh, you shouldn't do that." I sighed.

"Thanks, that's a real help." Applejack replied through gritted teeth. Then a wave of silence ensued. Finally, the tension was unbearable yet again.

"What.. Happened..?" I asked tentatively, not wanting to get any rage from Applejack to make her not want to talk to me anymore, I have had enough of the silence. Plus, the TV didn't work. Why did they even put one in there in the first place?

"Why should I tell you!?" She declared indignantly, a couple seconds passed with me staring at her, and she sighed in defeat. "I was out in the field when all of the sudden, a cart that I had tied up against a tree got loose and ran me over." I flinched.

"That.. Must've hurt.."

"Probably as much as that metal beam did, sugarcube." Was she... Flirting with me..? Nah. I shook myself out of that thought.She says that to everyone, doesn't she? At least, she always said it to me..

"Applejack, do you call everypony 'sugarcube'?" I asked cautiously. She was silent.

"Applejack, do you... like me..?"

"Of course I like you. You are nice, you talk to me, we play, why wouldn't I like you!?" She immediately shot back, not giving any pause between my question and her answer.

"No, I mean like li-"

"NO." She practically screamed and started to sweat.

Great.. She does.. I thought to myself, I wonder if she knows she is a terrible liar?

"Ok.. I'll just leave it at that.." I said slowly, and turned to fall asleep. "I'm taking a nap, maybe you should too."

"Ok.." She replied. "Good night, I love you." My eyes jerked open, I turned to look at her, ignoring the burning white daggers of pain. Applejack had a hoof to her mouth in awe of what she said

"You WHAT!?"

"Sorry! Force of habit!" She cried. "I didn't mean to.."

"Ah, it's ok. Just get some sleep, all right? I promise you, you will feel better once you wake."

"Ok... Sugarcube.." She said and closed her eyes. I watched her slowly drift into sleep, a slight serene smile donning her face.

Bend, what have you gotten yourself into? Now I have to nurse some feelings too.. Applejack is clearly hurt not only by the cart, but by the fact that me and Pinkie were together, or as much as together that kids can be. Hypothesis Bend, what have you gotten yourself into. Slowly I drifted to sleep, letting Applejack's soft breathing guide me.