(3rd P.O.V)

the doctors burst through the door of the emergency room with a neon glow as one of the nurses shouted "12-year-old female, multiple trauma. Shattered wing, several broken bones, a cracked skull, internal bleeding, and three fractured ribs. Heart rate 160, oxygen saturation at 78%, unresponsive. We had a cardiac arrest but were able to resuscitate."

As they wheeled her into the room, the nurse continued, another nurse stepping in to help move Neon onto the bed. "One, two, three," they counted in unison, lifting her gently onto the bed. immediately after the fact, an alarm started the blare as Neon's heart began to crash again.

Somewhere else in Equestria, Zack is seen running as fast as he can after getting a call that Neon was in critical condition and at the hospital. Zack could feel his legs hurting, protesting for him to stop as his lungs began to burn, but he pushed through, bursting into the emergency room, worry clearly on his face as he began looking around, calling out for Neon, running down the hall to find her room. Eventually, he finds it, but when he sees Neon, he feels his heart drop.

Zack steps into the room, his heart racing as he takes in the sight before him. Neon lies on the bed, connected to machines beeping softly, their rhythms contrasting the chaos swirling in his mind. The room is eerily quiet—no doctors, no nurses, just the sound of his own frantic breaths.

He stumbles forward, muttering, “I’m sorry, Neon.” The words catch in his throat, and he wishes he could have taken her with him, wished he could have saved her from this pain. Tears begin to spill down his cheeks as he reaches her bedside.

Neon’s body looks so small and lifeless, battered and bruised, with tubes running from her arms. Each step feels heavy as he inches closer, the weight of guilt pressing down on him. Desperation floods him, and he lays his head gently on her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The stillness of her heart beneath his ear feels wrong—so wrong—and the reality of her injuries makes his stomach churn.

All he can do is hope she can somehow hear him, wishing with every fiber of his being that she would recover, that things could be different

(Neon's P.O.V)

I feel a weight on my chest, a familiar presence pulling me back from the darkness. I can hear someone crying, muffled but filled with pain. It takes all my strength to try and open my eyes, my eyelids feeling heavy as if they’re weighed down by the world.

Finally, I managed to crack them open, my vision blurry at first. The room comes into focus, and I see Zack’s face, streaked with tears, resting against me. His sorrow pierces through the fog in my mind, and I feel a flutter of warmth in my chest despite the pain coursing through my body.

“Zack…” I whisper, my voice barely a breath. As I speak, I see one of his ears flick up, hearing my voice. He lifts his head, and his eyes widen in shock as he realizes I’m awake.

“Neon!” he exclaims, his voice cracking with a mix of relief and disbelief. “You’re... you’re awake!” Tears continue to stream down his face, and I can see the weight of worry lifting from his shoulders, even if just a little.

After a moment, he smiles and pulls me into a soft hug. A sharp pain shoots through my body, making me scream. “Oh, sorry!” he says with a bit of a chuckle as he gently sets me back down.

He then calls out, “Nurse! Neon’s awake!” Almost immediately, nurses and doctors rush into the room, their faces a mix of concern and surprise as they gather around me. They begin to check my vitals and the machines, and one of the nurses speaks up, her eyes wide. “It’s a miracle! Her stats are improving!”

The next few weeks pass in a blur of hospital rooms, doctors, and pain. I undergo surgery to repair the damage, and every day is a battle. But with each passing moment, I feel myself getting stronger. Zack stays by my side, his presence a constant source of comfort.

He leaves every now and then, and I can see the worry etched on his face each time he goes. But he always returns with gifts—little trinkets and snacks meant to lift my spirits. I appreciate the thought behind them, but honestly, I don’t care about the gifts. All that matters is seeing him walk through that door, his smile lighting up the room.

Finally, the day arrives when I’m free to go. Hearing the news, I can’t help but smile, Finally, I can leave! I thought to myself as I tried to sit up, but I quickly lay back down, letting out a small shout of pain from the sharp pain in my wing, which was wrapped in a cast

“Neon, careful!” Zack says, rushing over to help me sit up. I wince a bit at the pain, but I manage to prop myself up with his support. Just then, the doctors come in with the paperwork for my discharge.

Zack grabs the papers and a pen, beginning to sign them quickly. Once everything is in order, he lifts me up gently, placing me carefully on his back. As we start to leave the hospital, I can see him let out a sigh of relief. The nightmare is finally over.

As soon as we left the hospital, I took a deep breath, feeling the fresh, cool breeze blow past us. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked up to see the morning sun beginning to rise over the horizon, casting warm hues of orange and gold across the sky. It felt like a new beginning, a promise of brighter days ahead. As we moved forward, I knew that my life was about to change. and that for the first time in my life or for as long as I can remember, I was happy, and looking forward to tomorrow

Author's Note

well that was a roller coaster of a chapter