In the Hooves of an Angel

by JaydexTheShadowKnight

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Nurse Redheart, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Tragedy
Length: 16334

An injury from a fire at work lands you in the hospital, and Redheart nurses you back to health.

You and Nurse Redheart are still deeply in love! A few weeks have passed since you cared for her, during her cold. Now, after a fire breaks out at work, you suffer a rather painful injury, while helping lead a few of your coworkers to safety.

You awake in Ponyville Heart, where Nurse Redheart insists on caring for you as you begin your recovery. The thought of nearly losing you leaves her feeling insecure, causing her to start spending even more time at the hospital, so she can stay by your side. This makes you glad you're staying in a room all to yourself. One that she can share with you.

How will things go as you are looking at spending a few weeks in the hospital? Only time will tell as you both are there for each other, during this difficult time.

*Warning: This story features explicit sexual content between a human and a pony. This story is also filled with tender romance, and plenty of daww moments.

Cover art by BlackGryph0n. Check out their work on Deviant Art: here

Story inspired from this image "Nurse Redheart: I'm too late!" made by CrimsonLynx97

Published 2012-12-09 07:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-09 07:10:02 UTC

Part 1 - "An Eventful Friday"

“In the Hooves of an Angel”

Part 1 - "An Eventful Friday"

Written by
JaydexTheShadowKnight

You continue resting peacefully with Nurse Redheart nestled at your side. The bedroom is silent, aside from the soothing sound of your collective breathing. You briefly awaken. Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you softly exhale. Your mare moves ever so slightly, causing you to readjust your arms around her. Slowly, your head slides on your pillow, moving just a little closer to her.

The pull of slumber quickly draws you back to sleep. Then, the serenity is shattered by the shrill incessant tone of your alarm clock. You groan faintly, flailing an arm over to your nightstand, hoping to come in contact with the snooze bar. Your hand is successful at hushing the blaring alarm.

Studying the time, you see it is once again 5:30AM. Letting out a sigh, you switch off the alarm and turn back to Redheart. For a moment, you consider going back to sleep, but you remind yourself that it’s Friday. The weekend is just around the corner.

Your mood is quickly enhanced, when you hear Redheart gently sigh. Normally, she is out of bed before you, on most Fridays. Looking at her, she opens her eyes and greets you with a warm smile.

“Good morning,” she says, brushing her hoof along your cheek.

You smile warmly at her, sweeping your hand across her soft mane. “Good morning,” you reply. “I’m glad you’re still in bed.”

She giggles softly. “Yeah, I know on Friday, I’m usually up before you. Even though it’s been pretty warm for autumn, the room felt a little chilly, and well…I figured it wouldn’t hurt to stay with you, for a little longer. Besides, you’re so warm,” Redheart muses, snuggling against you.

You surround her with your arms and gently squeeze her. A chuckle escapes your mouth as you cuddle with her some more. “I’m glad I can share my warmth with you…my very special somepony,” you utter. Your words touch her deeply and she lightly coos in response. Then you say, “I guess we should get up, unless you want to stay under the covers for a few more minutes.”

She reaches back and tugs the covers up closer to your necks. “I think we can spare another minute or two,” Redheart notes with a soft giggle. “I can hardly wait for tonight,” she adds nuzzling her cheek to yours.

“Yeah, the weekend will be here, and it’ll be just the two of us, all alone,” you grin, sighing as you savor the texture of her fur along your cheek.

Redheart giggles playfully for a moment, then lets out a dreamy sigh as she slowly pulls back. Her hoof brushes against your hair, while her eyes gaze at your face. “Just…the two of…us,” she whispers. “I want to make love to you so badly…Mmm, tonight can’t come soon enough.”

You reach your hand out and push a stray lock of her hair out of her face. “I know my love. Well, why don’t we get up, the sooner we get this day over with…the sooner it’ll be just you…and me,” you whisper seductively.

“Could I get a little preview, please?” she asks giving you a winsome look.

You snicker softly, how can you refuse? The two of you sit up, with the covers still draped over you. Placing your arms around her, you draw her close. Redheart places her hooves around you as you both share a loving gaze. Your lips lock into a tender kiss of blissful passion. You gingerly caress her mane with your right hand, enfolding her tightly with the other. She lets out a faint whimpering moan as her hooves pull you closer. You sigh softly, savoring your heavenly lip embrace.

A few moments pass, and the kiss ends. Redheart stares at you with her eyes half-lidded. “That was…delightful. I’m so looking forward to tonight,” she speaks fondly.

“Me too. Well, we should get up and prepare for work, and eat breakfast,” you suggest.

“Yeah,” she agrees, still sounding half-dreamy.

You give her one finally squeeze, before turning back the covers. Rising to your feet, you gather your clothes, preparing for one last day of work.

She saunters past you, making sure to brush against you as she walks by. You seize Redheart, and give her an affectionate look. She looks back at you and smiles. “I love you,” you profess.

Her cheeks softly redden as her smile grows. “I love you,” she replies kissing you briefly on the lips. She then continues over to the vanity and proceeds to brush her mane, before putting it up in a bun.

A smile remains on your lips as you finish getting dressed. Then, after finishing your morning rituals, together, you both head to the kitchen.

* * * *

Friday morning is going by like so many before it, slowly. You are at least grateful that two hours have gone by. Thankfully, working at the mayor’s office, in Ponyville Town Hall, isn’t the worse job you’ve ever done. True, it may not be your ideal career, but it does pay the bills, and the hours are also good.

Your morning routine has been completed, and it’s almost time for your morning meeting with the mayor and her advisor. To you, this just means more paperwork, filing and probably errands to run throughout the building. Thankfully the mayor’s advisor, your boss, is a reasonable stallion, and given your job history on Earth, you could do a lot worse here in Equestria.

There are just a few minutes till your morning meeting, giving you a little time to sit and daydream. Thoughts of Redheart fill your mind. You are just imagining all the wonderful things you both will do tonight. You let out a dreamy sigh, thankful to be with her.

“FIRE!” you hear a pony yell fearfully, from somewhere in the building!

Your pleasant thoughts are promptly dashed as you scramble to your feet. “Fire” is the one word you didn’t want to hear. The first thing to cross your mind is to remain calm, though you aren’t sure how well that’s going to work.

You slowly emerge from your cubical, trying to ward of that dreadful feeling of panic, looming in the back of your mind. Carefully, you scan the surrounding area, trying to determine if the fire is nearby. Several of your pony co-workers have just emerged form their desks as well.

There doesn’t appear to be any signs of the fire, but there is a strong stench of burning debris in the air. You recognize the smell of…burning wood, and there is another familiar burning smell…but what is it? Burning carpet…that’s what you smell. Back on Earth, your neighborhood had a fire break out, at a local carpet retailer, and this smell matches what you remember form that fire.

Shaking your head, you realize this is hardly the time to be reminiscing. The ponies are still roaming around half in shock. The heavy smell of the fire’s smoke continues to filter into your work area. You know that you are on the second floor, and since the fire doesn’t appear to be nearby, then it must be burning below.

Your first order of business is to get yourself and your fellow workers out of the building, so you can escape. Frantically, you wave your arm and call out, “Everypony over here!”

Four mares quickly trot over to you, each one wearing an expression filled with panic. You check with them to make sure that there is no one else in the immediate area. Then you promptly lead them to the nearest stairway. Arriving at a door, you remember your fire safety. First you place the back of your hand along the door, just in case the fires has breached the stairs. Your feel no trace of warmth, let alone heat. Cautiously, you clutch the doorknob. Thankfully, it’s safe to open. The knob clicks as you still carefully open the door. Slowly you lead the others down the flight of stairs.

Holding up a hand, you signal them to stop, as you near the bottom. “Wait here, I’m going to make sure the other door is safe. If the fire is too close, we’ll have to try another set of stairs,” you briefly explain. Your co-workers nod in agreement with you, still sounding a little shaky, but you can’t blame them – this is a big deal!

Reaching the bottom, you examine the door with care. Like the one above, it too is safe to open, for now anyway. Looking back up at the ponies still waiting on the stairs, you motion to them and say, “It’s all right, come on down.”

Slowly you lead them out into the ground floor. The smell of smoke has really intensified – the fire must be burning nearby.

Once everypony is accounted for, you slowly make your way for the nearest exit, which is coincidentally the main entrance. It’s a good thing you’ve grown quite familiar with the layout of Ponyville Town Hall, but then you’ve been working here since about a month before you met Nurse Redheart.

The farther along you and your co-workers progress, the thicker the smoke becomes. The air is gradually filling with noxious fumes, teeming with carbon monoxide and various other harmful agents. Visibility rapidly degrades as a blinding slate gray fog hangs in the air. You hear a few of the mares start to cough, now that the smoke has grown even heavier. “Everyone, stay low, and try not to breath too deeply!” you call out, remembering more of your fire safety.

The ponies join you crawling low to the ground. “Stay close. I’ll try to get us out,” you speak.

Your eyes begin to feel dry and irritated, another side effect of the smoke, and even you begin to cough a little, form the poisonous vapors now drifting in the air. Despite the added complications, you try to remain calm. Your thoughts dwell on getting your fellow co-workers out of the building, and of surviving to see Redheart.

It’s hard to get your bearings from the floor, but as you crawl along on your hands and knees, you begin recognizing the subtlest of details. From the months you’ve spent roaming the halls of this building, you’ve learned to recognize simple details. As you continue along, you recall paint chips in the walls, the location of various decorative furnishings the mayor has to dress up the place. As you pass a group of potted plants, you realize you are nearing the lobby. To your delight, the smoke seems to be clearing, and visibility is beginning to improve. At last, you can see the lobby, as the smoke clears. You and the others are able to stand and make your way to the exit.

One of the mayor’s aids is standing by the door, motioning for you all to leave. Carefully, you check to make sure that everypony following you is accounted for. “Is everyone still here?” you ask.

As each one passes they nod affirmatively. You left the second floor with four ponies and you’ve reached the exit with four ponies. Quickly, you make for the door, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from your brow. Then you hear another pony yell, “HELP ME!” Followed swiftly by, “SOMEPONY!! I’m trapped…and the FIRE is getting closer!!”

To your horror, you recognize that voice. It’s Daisy! You’ve come to know her quite well. You often stop by her flower shop and buy flowers for your beloved nurse. Some might think that flowers aren’t much of a gift, but you know better. Every time you bring Redheart a bouquet of a dozen long-stem red or pink roses, her eyes always seem to sparkle.

You aren’t sure why Daisy would be here, unless perhaps to make a delivery for the mayor. Come to think of it, the town leader does like to dress Town Hall up with all manner of colorful flowers.

Glancing over your shoulder, you’re surprised to see that no pony else has followed you. Shaking your head, you pull your shirt over your nose and head toward Daisy’s panic-stricken voice.

Risking smoke inhalation, you lower your shirt and call out, “Where are you?” Hoping to get a better idea where she is. You cough and quickly redraw your shirt, hoping to shield your nose.

“I’m over here!” you hear Daisy shout.

Of course, she’s trapped in the far corner of the waiting area, just behind the lobby. Arriving on the scene, your surprised that the smoke isn’t too heavy, but the fire has finally made its presence known.

There, you find Daisy, hunkering in the corner. Her retreat is cut-off by a fallen piece of burning ceiling wood. It must have recently fallen, seeing as flames are slowly engulfing the piece of timber.

Frantically, you search around the room, trying to think of an idea or find something to remove the obstacle from her path. It’s then that you notice you’re standing on a large throw rug. A thought comes to your mind…it’s a long shot, but you could try using the rug to smother the fire. With time quickly elapsing, you figure you have nothing to lose.

Stepping back, you firmly grasp the rug and lift it off the marble tiled floor. Grunting lightly from its weight, you cast it across the burning beam. The rug plops across the wood, and snuffs the fire out. Quickly, you examine the beam. The fire doesn’t appear to have burned through the rug, and small trails of smoke are billowing up from the ends of the rug

Cautiously, you step over the former impediment, making your way to the frightened Daisy. “Are you okay?” you inquire.

Daisy looks up at you, blinking her green eyes. She glances around sheepishly. “I…I’m…f-f-fine,” she quivers in a shaky voice.

“Come on then, let’s get out of here,” you urge motioning the pale magenta pony to follow you.

She nods her head and rises to her hooves. The two of you make your way out of the waiting room, cautiously moving across the lobby. Looking over at the main doorway, you see the mayor’s aid has returned, and she motions for you both to hurry toward the door. Flames continue to spread out behind you. Daisy makes it past the archway leading to the front entrance. You are just about to pass, when ash and debris rain down over you and suddenly, a large object strikes you in the shoulder, knocking you forcefully to the floor. You attempt to get up, but the excruciating pain, followed by a sudden coughing fit, induced by inhaling too much smoke, prevents you from standing. A feeling of lightheadedness envelops you, and you feel your body fall back to the floor. The panicked shouts of ponies meet your ears, but before you can even think, everything goes dark. The noise fades and is replaced by an eerie silence.

* * * *

Everything is still dark. Then you notice a steady beep resounding in your ears. You know that sound, it’s the tone of a heart monitor. Since you started seeing Nurse Redheart, you’ve heard plenty of them from the days you visited her at the hospital. Though, why are you hearing one now?

Another sound meets your ears. It’s a familiar angelic voice, softly speaking your name several times. You know that voice…Redheart?

“Sweetheart, please wake up,” you hear the melodic voice plead. Yes, it’s definitely her.

You gradually open your eyes. At first everything is blurry, and you feel extremely groggy. As your vision focuses, you look to your left. There you see her, Nurse Redheart, standing by your side, lightly hanging her head. Her beautiful sapphire eyes are glistening in the soft light of the room.

“Redheart,” you mutter weakly.

She turns, focusing her eyes on you. “You’re awake!” she gasps. A rush of excitement spreads across her face as she gently throws her hooves around you, tenderly hugging you. “I was so worried,” she says, squeezing you ever so gently.

Her embrace nears your right shoulder, causing a sharp pain to shoot across your body. “Agh,” you grunt, wincing from the pain.

Redheart pulls back. “Oh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she asks. Glancing at her face, you can see it teeming with solicitude for your well-being. She is always such a caring mare.

You manage a smile as you look up at her. She smiles sweetly at you, softly placing a hoof on your left shoulder.

Shifting your eyes, you survey the room, and notice you appear to be in what looks like a hospital room. “I’m okay, but where am I? Is this…the hospital?” you ask, still feeling rather out of it.

Redheart runs her hoof across your hair affectionately. “Yes, you’re in Ponyville Heart. You were injured during the fire,” she replies.

“FIRE!” you say, with a start, shifting around in response to that word.

“Easy,” you hear another voice speak. Looking next to Redheart, you see another nurse, a light blue one, with mint green hair and purple eyes. You immediately recognize her – it’s Nurse Tenderheart. You know her rather well, from all the time you’ve spent in the hospital, visiting Redheart.

“I’m fine,” you speak reassuringly, sounding a little more awake.

Tenderheart smiles, then she looks to her fellow nurse. “The doctor should be making his final rounds. I’ll go let him know your patient is awake. It should be a little bit till he checks in. For now, I’ll let you two have a moment alone,” she speaks politely.

“Thank you Tenderheart,” Redheart responds with a nod.

“Of course,” she utters, heading for the door, off to your left. She partially closes it, offering you and your mare some privacy.

Your eyes return to Redheart. There are still plenty of questions swirling about your mind, but for now, you are just happy to still be breathing, and have her at your side.

Speaking of breathing…your nose feels a little funny. You try to move your left arm, but its movement is somewhat limited, due to an I.V. hooked up to it. Carefully you bend your right arm, and go to touch your nose, feeling a plastic tube along it.

“You must have quite a few questions,” Redheart begins. “Do you remember what happened?” she asks.

Turning your eyes toward the ceiling, you do your best to recall. Looking back to her, you answer, “Well, last thing I remember…I was at work, somepony yelled, “Fire!” and then I tried to get out. I seem to remember other ponies, a lot of whimpering and screaming, then I was coughing and everything went dark…I think.”

Redheart leans close to you and pats your head. “So you don’t remember,” she says.

“Remember what?” you ask curiously.

“You helped lead several of your co-workers to safety. Though as you went to leave, you heard another pony call for help. It turned out to be Daisy. You managed to help her get out, but as you went to exit the building, the ceiling above you gave way and you were partially struck by a large wooden beam. That’s why you’re favoring your shoulder,” she explains, pointing a hoof at your injury.

Glancing over at your shoulder, you see the unmistakable white bandages, sticking out from the turned-up sleeve of your hospital gown, covering the wound. You lay your head back against the soft bed pillows, and let out a sharp sigh. “So that’s what happened,” you remark.

“Yes, but don’t worry, you’re going to be fine,” she assures you.

“Then why are there tubes in my nose?” you ask.

“Oh, that was the doctor’s idea. He wants to make sure the oxygen level in your blood is stabilized. You inhaled a lot of smoke,” she explains, once again throwing you a look teeming with concern.

From the look in her eyes, you can tell she’s both upset and worried. Redheart has always been strong, but you learned to know when something is bothering her. Cautiously, you try to reach your left hand over to clasp her hoof. You still feel weak, but you hold her hoof as tight as you can.

Her eyes widen for a moment as she feels your hand touch her. Redheart’s smile grows, as her eyes continue to glisten. She almost looks like she’s about to cry.

“Are you okay?” you ask, showing more concern for her than for yourself.

Redheart’s lower lip quivers a bit. Even banged up and bruised, you’re still showing concern about her well-being. You see tears welling up in her eyes. She leans down and deftly buries her head into your chest. Sobs flee from her mouth as she begins to cry.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters in between sobs.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” you ask, still sounding a little weary.

“I’ve tried to be s-strong and not worry…but I was just so frightened…w-when I saw them wheel you i-into the ER,” Redheart wails as she continues to cry. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

You feel a tight pull in your chest as your heart begins to feel very heavy. Slowly, your right arm moves to comfort her. “Oh, Redheart,” you mutter, fighting the tears trying to well up in your own eyes. “It’s going to be all right, I’m here. You’ve always been such a loving mare, with a big heart! Your tears are proof of that,” you speak in a caring voice. Gently, you caress her velvety back, offering her your support.

She giggles softly, pulling away from your bosom. “It’s ironic…you’re the one injured, and here you are…comforting me,” she muses.

“You are reasonably upset. Whenever I’m able, I’ll be there for you. We’ve always been there for each other…in the good times and the bad. I think that’s why we get along so well,” you note, feeling even more awake, but still a little out of it.

Redheart remains close, and she lightly brushes a stray piece of hair from your forehead. “Yeah…you’re right,” she agrees, smiling warmly at you, wiping a few lingering tears form her eyes.

“So how’s my patient?” you hear the doctor call out. The door is vigorously thrust open as he enters the room, accompanied by Nurse Tenderheart. You recognize the physician. It’s Dr. Ray, a caramel-coated stallion with slick gray hair and an X-ray picture as his cutie mark, which sticks out from under his typical white lab coat. He adjusts his stethoscope as he makes his way over to you.

Your mare moves away from you, and stands by the head end of the bed, still remaining close by. The doctor sees you both, focusing his eyes on you.

Nurse Tenderheart picks up your chart. “Here you are doctor, the patient’s chart,” she announces.

“Thank you Tenderheart. Now let’s see here…” he murmurs, reading over your file. “Ah yes, our local hero,” he muses.

You give him a perplexed look. “What do you mean, “local hero”?” you inquire.

“Come now, don’t be so modest. Thanks to your quick thinking, four of your co-workers were led safely out of a burning building. Not to mention, you also saved Daisy, one of Ponyville’s most beloved florists,” Dr. Ray explains.

“That’s true, but don’t heroes usually make it out of rough scrapes, safely?” you question, giving your physician a quizzical expression.

He chuckles softly, but not in a mocking manner. “Not always my friend. You are one lucky human. It’s a good thing the Mayor’s aid and one of your co-workers went back for you. Had they acted much later, you might have been crushed by a filing cabinet, which I’m told fell moments after they got you out,” he explains thoroughly.

“It feels like I had a filing cabinet dropped on me,” you reply. Now that you are more awake, the pain in your injured shoulder is becoming quite prominent.

The doctor chuckles at your exaggerated assessment of your pain. “Your injury wasn’t quite that bad. You are just feeling the pain, now that the painkillers and anesthesia are both wearing off. By the way, how is your shoulder feeling? Is there any excessive pain?” Dr. Ray asks, placing an inquisitive hoof to his chin.

You shake your head. “The pain isn’t too bad, but it’s certainly noticeable. What exactly happened to my shoulder?” you ask.

“Well, you were struck by a burning wooden beam. Thank Celestia the burning end missed you. But the other end hit your shoulder quite forcefully. It left you with a minor fracture and punched a significant hole on your upper shoulder,” he stated, pausing a moment to let you take that all in. Then, blinking his pale green eyes at you, Dr. Ray clears his throat. “Thanks to my skilled staff, we managed to irrigate and clean the debris from your wound. There was also no serious injury to your shoulder muscles…but we did need to give you six stitches to patch that laceration, caused by the beam. The fracture in your shoulder bone seems to be nothing too serious…at least from what we saw on your X-rays. However, I’m going to keep you in here for at least a week or two. I want to make sure your injuries heal, and I am most likely going to recommend you get some physical therapy, just in case there is any minor damage to your muscles,” he says on at length.

You just blink your eyes at Dr. Ray. His words make perfect sense, but maybe the ill effects of the anesthesia are muddying up your mind. Nodding your head, you smile, because the prognosis doesn’t sound too bad. Then one thought does spring to mind. “Um, Dr. Ray?” you mutter.

“Yes, my friend? You know, I’d normally shake your hoof…err hand, but I wouldn’t want to cause you more pain, seeing as you are laid up at the moment. Now what was it you were going to say?” he asks.

“Yeah, how long am I going to have this I.V. in my arm and tubes up my nose?” you reply.

“Oh, right. I’m keeping you on oxygen overnight. I want to keep your blood healthy, so there’s no chance of monoxide poisoning. As for the I.V., we should be able to take that out in the morning as well. You can have solid food at breakfast. Though I want you eating light foods for the first few days,” Dr. Ray explains. He consults your chart some more and makes some notes. His rapid writing reminds you of doctors from back on Earth. He passes your chart back to Nurse Tenderheart. “Okay, I’ve made my recommendations for your treatment and have prescribed some pain killers and muscle relaxants to help with your recovery. Don’t worry, none of them are habit-forming. You can also ice your shoulder, if need be. I’ll be back in three days to check on your sutures, and make sure you’re healing properly. Now, should you experience any complications or sudden onsets of pain, just let one of the nurses know, and I’ll be in to see you. Okay?” The doctor takes a deep breath following his in-depth explanation.

You smile and nod. “Thank you, doctor,” you respond graciously.

“You’re welcome,” he says, patting his hoof on the side of your knee. “Well, I’ll see you in three days. Till then,” he trails off, noticing the devoted look Redheart is giving you. “I can see you are in good hooves. Take care.” He and Tenderheart depart the room, leaving you and Redheart alone.

Your mare returns to your side, still giving you a look teeming with devotion. She moves close to you and runs her hoof along your cheek. “That’s certainly good news,” she declares softly.

“Yeah, though I’m not thrilled with having to stay in the hospital for two weeks,” you grouse.

She giggles at you. “It won’t be so bad,” she replies. “Besides, he said for up to two weeks…plus you forget, I’m going to be your nurse.” Redheart strokes your cheek again, giving you a loving gaze.

“Yeah, about that. I know you’re going to be my nurse, but shouldn’t you go check on your other patients?” you ask, even though part of you hates that you asked.

Redheart moves closer to you and lightly butts her forehead along yours. “Not right now. My shift ended more than four hours ago. I’ve been by your side since I finished, oh and grabbed a bite for dinner…not that I was very hungry,” she explains.

You lay there staring into her sapphire orbs, reaching your right hand up to caress her furry cheek. “Make sure to take care of yourself, my love. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” you speak from the heart.

She smiles affectionately at you, nuzzling against your hand. “Don’t fret my darling. I’ll be fine, besides, it’s you I’m worried about,” she remarks, casting out a soothing sigh.

“What time is it?” you ask, unable to make out the clock on the wall.

“It’s nearly ten, and you should get some more sleep. You’ll need your rest,” she speaks in a stern yet gentle tone.

“I know, but I don’t feel sleepy. This bed is pretty comfortable, especially compared to hospital beds from my world, but…I don’t know,” you ramble.

“Then we can talk for a bit, if you want. Do you need anything? Perhaps a sip of water from your cup?” she asks attentively.

You sit up, carefully. “My mouth is a little dry. Some water would be nice,” you answer.

“Of course,” she responds.

Redheart walks to the small-wheeled tray, near your bed and brings your covered hospital cup over to you. She holds the flexing straw close to your lips. You lean close and take several sips, moistening your dry mouth. “Okay, that’s enough,” you speak. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

You let your head sink into the pillows and sigh. “I’m sorry, Redheart. Looks like our weekend plans have been ruined,” you note, feeling bad for disappointing her.

Setting down your cup, she shakes her head. “It’s okay. You didn’t plan this. In fact they are still investigating what caused the fire at Town Hall. Just focus on getting well. I’ve waited for you before…I can wait for you a little longer,” she muses, batting her eyes playfully at you.

“Redheart,” you sigh, looking at her lovingly.

She smiles and lightly chuckles. Moving closer to your side, she asks, “Are you feeling sleepy yet?”

“I don’t know…a little,” you answer, feeling more like you’re in a haze than tired.

Redheart blinks her eyes at you and smiles. “What if I were to join you? There should be enough room form me to lay down beside you,” she suggests.

Looking around at the bed, you nod. “Yeah, I was just noticing how large this bed is. So, if you don’t mind, I’d enjoy your company,” you tell her, a notable excitement in your somewhat weary voice.

“Hang on a sec,” she speaks. Redheart walks over to the door, and closes it, to help drown out the sounds of the hospital halls. She slowly walks over to the bed and dims the light, all but darkening the room under the shroud of night.

A smile remains on her lips as she sets her hat on your tray. You turn down the covers and she crawls into the bed, beside you. Redheart reaches back her right hoof, letting her hair spill out of its bun, falling along her shoulders. She slowly slips her hind legs under the covers, staying close to your side. Then, she partially drapes herself along your chest, minding the I.V. in your left arm and continuing to look at you fondly. Her sapphire eyes appear almost purple in the dim light. “How’s this?” Redheart asks.

Minding your shoulder, you reach your right hand up and softly run your fingers through her silky mane. “Wonderful,” you whisper. Despite the pain in your arm, your heart is teaming with joy. Having her so close always puts you at ease, now if only you felt sleepy.

Carefully, you place your arms around her as best you can. There is some pain from your shoulder, but it would hurt you more if you couldn’t hold her, now that she’s so near.

“Feeling any sleepier?” she asks quietly.

You shake your head. “No. I feel calm, but still not all that sleepy,” you answer.

Redheart caresses your cheek softly. “I have an idea,” she replies.

“Oh?” you utter.

“Mm-hmm.” She begins to hum a soothing melody, and then she starts to delicately sing, “Hold us in your arms, as the night reigns on. May angels watch over us, till the morning dawns.” Redheart pauses and resumes humming, while gingerly running her hoof through your hair. She leans in close to you and continues singing softly, “Be still, rest your weary mind. The day…has past and I’m still here with you. And the breeze, whispers soothing melodies. That will calm, so ease your tired eyes closed.”

Your mare’s eyes glisten in the faint glow residing in the room, while she continues brushing her hoof along your hair. The beauty of her voice both touches and soothes you deeply, causing you to affectionately tighten her in your embrace.

She sighs, bringing her forehead to rest against yours, still humming the calming melody. “Hold us in your arms, as the night reigns on. May angels watch over us, till the morning dawns.” You gaze at her, speaking to her with nothing more than your eyes. She knows what you’re feeling, because it’s reflected in her beautiful smile. Redheart moves to nuzzle your cheek. A portion of her glossy mane brushes your skin along with her soft fur, filling you with a calming sense of serenity. Then, as she continues to cuddle against you, she sings, “Slip into slumber, I will stay by your side. Before too long, you will dream the sweetest dreams.”

Redheart slowly pulls away from your cheek, gazing deep into your expressive eyes, while hers begin to glisten even more. You place your right hand on her smooth chin. “A beautiful dream already has come true…I’m with you,” you speak softly, feeling tears try to force their way from the back of your eyes.

She fondly speaks your name and wraps her hooves around your waist, holding you tightly. “My love,” she whispers, choking back a few sobs.

You sigh contently, feeling a wily tear stroll down your cheek as you reach to caress her delicate mane. “Redheart,” you speak affectionately, feeling a second tear join the first.

She pulls back, and looks at you, smiling through her tears. Thoughtfully, you reach up and wipe her tears away, playing ignorant to the ones falling form your own eyes. Your devoted nurse continues to smile as more tears trail down her white cheeks. She sniffles and in a calming voice, she asks, “I know you’re still out of it, but do you think…you’d be up to sharing a kiss?” Her hoof deftly removes the tears from your face, all while she continues smiling.

Staring back at her, there is no way you could deny her, even if you did lack the strength. Sharing her smile, you reply, “Of course.” You place your arms around her neck, and she does the same with her hooves. You both linger a moment, sharing another glance into each other’s eyes, then your lips meet for a tender exchange of passion. A quiet moan muffles past your lips, and you hear her moan softly in response.

Several seconds pass, and you break apart. Redheart moves back to your side, resting along your bosom. “Wondrous as always, sweetheart,” she chimes.

You chuckle warmly at her. “Yeah,” you reply, letting out a yawn. “Mmm, I’m feeling sleepy. That song was beautiful, and really helped.”

Redheart sighs happily. “I’m glad. I learned it from a human patient a while back. His marefriend sang it to comfort him. They were kind enough to share the lyrics with me. I’ve never forgotten it,” she expresses thoughtfully.

“That’s great. Thank you for singing it.”

“You’re welcome,” she speaks, patting her hoof along your side.

You let your head sink deeper into the pillows, feeling tired at long last. “I feel relaxed and like I could sleep,” you tell her, letting out another yawn.

Redheart sits up and moves close to you. “Then sleep…I’ll stay by your side, all through the night…go ahead and rest,” she speaks in a soothing voice.

“Yeah…” you mutter, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. “I love you…” you profess, closing your eyes and smiling.

She sighs. “I love you,” Redheart whispers, kissing you softly on the lips. Your mare resumes her place by your side, as you cover the two of you. In moments, you fall asleep, resting soundly. Once she’s sure you’re sleeping comfortably, she joins you in slumber as well. The eventful Friday, finally comes to an end.

Author's Note

For those of you that have read or re-read this, I just wanted to note that I changed the lyrics of Redheart's Lullaby. They are what I came up with to deliver a similar message without violating any copyrighted lyrics. These might not be as good, but hopefully they are still enjoyable lyrics.

Part 2 - "Your Cherished Angel"

“In the Hooves of an Angel”

Part 2 - "Your Cherished Angel"

Written by
JaydexTheShadowKnight

The night has gone by peacefully. Redheart continues to lay against you, her head remains on your chest. Your eyes gradually open, and you see her sleeping soundly, the sheet and blanket still covering you both. She looks so sweet as she continues to slumber. You reach over and very gingerly run your fingers along her lightly mussed hair. Its texture is still heavenly against your fingertips. She begins to stir; the feeling of her gentle movements fills you with an indescribable joy.

Your left arm continues to hold her, and you gently squeeze her. A smile forms on her lips as she turns her head, opening her eyes. Redheart looks at you with a dreamy gaze. “Hey,” she whispers, speaking your name softly.

You smile back and say, “Hi, Redheart.”

“How do you feel?” she asks, “How’s the shoulder?”

Your shoulder reminds you its injured, with the mild jolts of pain and ever-present soreness continuing to throb from under the bandages. “It hurts, but not too bad,” you answer, still caressing her mane. “Besides, having you here, makes everything better.”

She sighs happily from your touching words. A gentle blush rolls across her white cheeks. “Good,” she replies. Redheart turns her head and checks the clock. “Oh, it’s twenty till seven. I should go get ready.”

You look at her, feeling puzzled. “Get ready for what?” you ask her.

“Well, I’m off today and tomorrow, but I figured, since you’re here, I might as well help take care of you. So I want to prepare your breakfast, and check in with the nurses, and I’d like to see how a few of my other patients are doing,” she explains.

“Oh, okay,” you mutter, now that you understand. “I was wondering where you’d have to go. But wait, aren’t you going back to the house?”

“I might at some point, to get a few things, but as long as you’re in here…I’m planning on sticking close to you,” Redheart remarks, placing a hoof along your cheek. “Now, you just keep resting. I’ll get your breakfast and see about getting you off that I.V. and remove those tubes from your nose. Oh, and I can bring you the two medications the doctor prescribed for you as well.”

You scratch your head for a minute, trying to recall your conversation with Dr. Ray. Then, it hits you. “Oh yeah, he said something about a pain reliever and a muscle relaxer or something,” you mutter.

Redheart giggles softly. “That’s right,” she says. Your mare, carefully, yet reluctantly, slides away from you. Rising to her hooves, she walks over to the sink. Glancing in the mirror, she fluffs her mane, and uses her tie to put it back into a bun. Returning to you, she recovers her hat from the tray, placing it back on her head. “Okay, I’m all set. I’ll be back before too long,” she speaks, tenderly kissing your forehead.

“Okay, see…y-you…later…” you mumble, feeling fatigue claim your body. The last thing you feel is her hoof softly caress your hair, before you nod off again. Looks like the anesthesia hasn't completely worn off, just yet.

* * * *

It feels really good to be free of that limiting I.V. and to be free of those somewhat distracting tubes that had been partially up your nose. Thankfully, they were no worse than the ones on Earth.

“I hope that feels better,” she speaks.

Taking a deep breath, you smile and reply, “Yes, much. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Sorry I was gone so long,” she says sincerely.

You scoff at her waving your, now easier to move, left hand. “Oh come on, you were only gone a little over an hour,” you note.

Redheart smiles at you, pushing your tray closer to your bed. On it is a small covered platter. She removes the lid and declares, “As promised, here is your breakfast. Now, Dr. Ray wants you on mild foods for right now, so I brought you some buttered toast, a bowl of corn flakes, and some low fat milk. Oh, and a little container of sugar, in case you want to sweeten your cereal.”

You share her smile and chuckle warmly at her. “Thank you, honey.” Slowly, you prepare your cereal. After adding a little extra sugar, you sink your spoon into the bowl and indulge the first bite. The flakes crunch in your mouth and taste better than you ever remember corn flakes tasting. Though in reality, this is your first real meal since breakfast the previous day.

As you continue eating, Redheart sets a small paper cup, containing two small capsules, next to your breakfast. “Here are the two medications the doctor wanted you to take. You should only need to take the muscle relaxer twice a day and the pain reliever can be taken once every eight hours, up to three times a day,” she explains, her heart clearly not into explaining the medicine to you.

You swallow your current mouth full of cereal, and set your spoon down. There is clearly something on Redheart’s mind, and you find it more than a little distracting.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, giving her a genuine look of concern.

Her expression shifts from a lackluster one to a more chipper look. She smiles and shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. I’m just not used to someone so close to me, being one of my patients, but don’t worry. Go ahead and eat up. You’ll need your strength,” Redheart remarks, patting you softly on the knee.

You enjoy a few bites of your buttered toast. The creamy texture and lightly salty flavor make it the perfect accompaniment for your sweetened corn flakes. Dunking your spoon back into your bowl, you take a few more bites of your cereal.

Redheart remains seated at the foot of your bed, lightly rubbing her hoof along your leg. Her mind seems to be full of thought. She slowly runs her eyes up your body, till her gaze meets yours. You feel a little silly, seeing as your spoon is currently in your mouth, in between bites. Removing it, you roughly set it on the tray, allowing your eyes to glimpse hers.

She turns her eyes away, and resumes lightly brushing her hoof along your covered leg. “Once you’re done, I’m going to head back to the house, and get a few things. I’ll bring some of your things as well. Do you want to bother with any clothes, other than some clean underwear?” she asks.

“Nah, since I’m going to be in here for a while, don’t burden yourself with bringing too much. Maybe a T-shirt or two, but that should be about it,” you reply.

“Okay,” she sighs, rising to her hooves. “I guess if you’re done, I’ll get going.”

You quick finish the last bite of your toast and drain your bowl of the remaining milk and straggling flakes that didn’t want to go for a ride on your spoon. Setting everything down, you lightly push your tray away. There is still something bothering your mare and you aren't about to let her leave until you address it.

“Redheart, are you sure you’re okay?” you ask.

“Huh?” she questions, looking at you funny.

“Come here,” you say, coaxing her toward you.

She walks over and sits beside you on the bed. You reach out your arms and hold her close. “Hmmm, Redheart,” you sigh.

She sighs heavily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Redheart grouses.

“It’s okay,” you speak softly. “I have you, we’ll get through this, together.”

Redheart whimpers, leaning her weight against you. “Don’t let me go,” she says.

You tenderly squeeze her in your arms, trying to mind your injured shoulder. “You can stay like this as long as you want,” you assure her.

She nuzzles against you, feeling more relaxed. Redheart speaks your name. “Thank you. I know in my heart that you’ll be okay, so why can’t I stop worrying about you?” she wonders.

“You’ve seen to plenty of patients and their loves ones before. Caring and being concerned are just part of what you do, when you love someone. There’s nothing wrong with it,” you reply, consoling her.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m so glad to have you as my special somepony. Even when you’ve taken your lumps, you’re still concerned about me,” she notes with a dreamy sigh.

You rest your head against hers and softly kiss her forehead. “Because you mean so very much to me,” you reply.

“Yeah…just as you mean the world to me,” she utters softly “Well, I should get going, but I’ll be back, my love. You can count on it.”

“I know,” your reply, letting her go. Redheart gives you a quick tender hug, then takes your breakfast platter and slowly leaves the room, leaving her bright eyes and smiling face etched into your memory as she heads out the door.

* * * *

The weekend goes by and before you know it, Monday has arrived. The morning begins like the past two did in the hospital, only Redheart had to get an earlier start, since she is working today. Following breakfast the doctor was in to see you. So far he is pleased with your progress. There are no signs of trouble, so it should only be a matter of time until you heal.

Redheart on the other hand seems to still feel a bit on the insecure side. Though you’ve found a tender embrace helps calm her immensely. It also helps that Nurse Tenderheart told you that she and the other nurses have taken some of Redheart’s patients off her hooves, so she can focus her efforts more on you. You are still a bit puzzled by this development. Even though you voiced your concern, Tenderheart told you not to worry, but rather to enjoy spending more time with your special somepony. After everything Redheart has done for the hospital, she and the other nurses were only happy to lend a helping hoof. Besides, it’s not every day she has a loved one, like you, in the hospital.

Lunchtime arrives, and you are enjoying eating lunch with Redheart. She brought her meal to your room, so she could eat with you. As always, her company is most appreciated. Besides, she brought you your favorite soup and sandwich, with some crackers on the side and some ice tea. It’s great, now that Dr. Ray cleared you to eat normal food, especially since you are definitely out of the woods. Though you were told your shoulder would be sore for a while, as the healing continues.

Pushing your tray away, you pat your belly and muffle a rumbly belch. “Excuse me,” you mutter, hoping your burp wasn’t too loud.

Redheart giggles at you, stacking her dirty bowl with yours. “That’s okay. I’m glad you enjoyed your lunch,” she chirps.

You place your hand on her shoulder and smile. “It’s all in the company you keep,” you muse.

She closes her eyes as her smile grows. “I know what you mean.” Redheart pushes your tray aside, and turns to rest her head briefly on your shoulder. You reach over and gently scratch the back of her head, eliciting a loving sigh from her. She pulls away in response to hearing hoof steps and the sound of a small cart being wheeled into the room.

Looking off to the left, by the door, you see another nurse enter your room. It’s Nurse Health Care; you met her Saturday afternoon. She assisted with changing the dressing on your wound and ended up knocking an open box, of individually sealed, gauze pads on the floor. After she left, Redheart told you that she is a bit of a klutz at times.

She moves her cart of medical supplies into the room and partially closes the door, smiling happily at both of you. “Good afternoon you two,” she says in a chipper voice, blinking her blue eyes.

You smile at her. “Good to see you, Nurse Health Care. Are you here to help Redheart change my bandages?” you ask.

The white mare nods, flipping her tail, a fairly long mesh of dark and light blue that matches her short neck-length mane. She pushes her cart over to your bed. You note the variety of items on the cart and look back to her flank, still marveling at her unique cutie mark, a white caduceus in front of a blue six pointed cross.

Nurse Health Care, opens her medical kit, and starts fishing some bandages and gauze pads out of it. Meanwhile, Redheart begins removing your old coverings, revealing your sutured injury. You turn your head to study your battered shoulder. It’s not quite as bad as it had been, but it still looks pretty nasty. There is a large bruise around the crooked line formed by the stitches. It’s showing early signs of healing, and there is still a little residual blood and mild pus-like drainage, which causes you to momentarily shiver at the sight.

Your mare studies the area on your shoulder carefully. “It’s starting to look better. There is a little bleeding and just some minor drainage, but that’s normal. So there’s no need to look so tense,” she notes, glancing your way.

You grin, trying to hide the fact that it had mildly bothered you. “I’m not tense, it’s just not a sight I’m used to seeing on my shoulder,” you reply.

She giggles warmly at you. Then, glancing over at Heath Care, she says, “Would you please give me one of those presoaked alcohol wipes?”

Heath Care, removes one from her kit and passes it to Redheart. “Here you are,” she calls over to her.

“Thank you, Health Care,” Redheart speaks graciously. The other nurse simply nods in acknowledgement. Your nurse and lover, opens the pad and returns her eyes to you. “Now this may sting for just a little,” she cautions you. Redheart deftly rubs the pad across your shoulder. The alcohol on the wipe tingles more than a little, causing you to take in a deep breath. “Easy,” she speaks quietly. Her calming voice relaxes you.

After tossing the wipe in a nearby refuse bin, Redheart picks up a tube of antibiotic ointment from the tray and applies a fine coating, to ward off any bacteria and mostly to keep the skin on your shoulder from chaffing. “Here, Redheart,” Health Care says, offering her a sealed gauze pad.

She takes it from her fellow nurse and nods. Opening the pad, she gently places it across your sutured laceration, gingerly patting it in place with her hoof. “Okay now, Health Care, I need some of that…bandage…” she trails off looking over at the other nurse.

“Working on it,” Health Care replies. Somehow as she attempted to open a fresh roll of white bandage, she managed to get her hooves tangled in it.

Redheart chuckles playfully at her clumsy cohort, and says, “All tied-up again?”

“Looks to me like she’s getting a little to caught up in her work,” you grin, trying not to laugh at her clumsiness.

“Oh, I’ll get it, just give me a…dog gone it!” Heath Care growls getting even more tangled.

“Hang on, I’ll lend you a hoof,” replies Redheart. She walks over and helps Heath Care roll the bandages back up.

“Sorry I’m such a klutz,” Heath Care apologizes.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s quite all right. Besides, you always come through for us when it counts,” Redheart expresses, wrapping a fresh layer of bandage around your shoulder. “There, now I just need some tape.”

Heath Care places two pieces of medical tape on your bandages. “There we go,” she notes with a nod of accomplishment.

Redheart smiles at her and says, “See, you aren’t a total klutz.”

Heath Care smiles, returning to her cart. She pushes it over to one of the room’s shelves. “I’m going to leave some wrap and bandages here. The doctor wants you to change this once a day, so I’ll leave enough goodies to get you through the week,” she conveys, placing several items from her cart onto the shelf.

“Thank you Health Care,” you speak thoughtfully.

She smiles at you and nods. “You’re welcome! We’ll, I’d better go check on the other patients,” she responds, making her way out of the room.

Heath Care is barely gone five seconds, when someone else enters your room. There is a brief knock on your open door. “Knock-knock!” calls Nurse Tenderheart.

You and Redheart look over to see her pushing a young adult pegasus stallion in a wheelchair. He has a light gray coat and an unmistakable blue mane. Tenderheart pushes the patient the rest of the way into your room. “Nurse Redheart, I hope we’re not interrupting, but your favorite patient wanted to see you and your second favorite patient,” she announces.

“No, you aren’t interrupting anything,” Redheart replies. She looks over at her patient. “So Downburst, what brings you here?”

He chuckles at her. “Well, you’ve told me so much about your special somepony, and now that he’s one of your patients, I wanted to meet him,” Downburst answers, giving both you and her a warm smile.

Redheart returns his smile and says, “That’s great. I was hoping you two could meet.”

That’s right, you remember Redheart telling you about him during your evening chats at home, following dinner. You study Downburst and momentarily wonder why he’s in the hospital, then it’s quite clear. His right hind leg is in a cast. “So what exactly happened to you?” you ask him, wondering how he was injured.

Downburst chuckles at you, before replying, “Well, like my name suggests, I’m a bit of a daredevil. I fly with a group of pegasi that go around reversing the spin of tornadoes before they can harm anypony. Only during my last run, I flew a little too close and was caught in a strong tail wind, and suffered a pretty nasty crash.”

Redheart pats Downburst on the head. “You’re doing remarkably well for a stallion that suffered four fractures on your leg, and let’s not forget your sprained wing…oh and that nasty laceration that injured a few of your inner organs,” she reminds him.

He places a hoof on his chin and grins. “Yeah, well my wing is doing a lot better, now, and my insides are feeling pretty good, too!” Downburst chimes happily. He turns his purple eyes on you and continues, “So I hear you were caught in a pretty nasty fire, and had a burning beam smack your shoulder.”

“Yeah, I’m doing okay, and I should be out within two weeks,” you answer, glad your injury isn’t too severe. Looking at his leg you ask, “How long have you been in here?”

“A little over two months. Due to the nature of my broken leg and the damage to my insides, I was bed-ridden for nearly seven weeks. Thankfully, I get this cast off at the end of the week. I should be able to start my strength training sometime next week, if the doctors approve me, which I think they will,” he remarks confidently. “And just think, once my training is done, I can get out of here and return to doing what I love!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm. “That’s good. You certainly have a positive attitude. I’m not sure, I’d be so upbeat after two months of being cooped up in a hospital,” you reply.

“It’s not so bad,” he replies. “Besides, since Redheart is your mare, I’m sure you know how having a kind nurse like her, really helps.”

You look at Redheart and smile. “Yeah, it really does,” you agree.

She blushes at the kind words you both lavish upon her. “Oh, stop it, you two,” she replies, feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s good to hear that you’ll be getting your cast off soon, Downburst.”

“I know, I’m so looking forward to it. Well, I’ll leave you two. I just wanted to say “hey”, to my favorite nurse!” he declares happily.

Redheart smiles at him. “That’s sweet of you Downburst. Take care, and be sure to let me or one of my nurses know if you need anything, all right?”

“Don’t worry, I will. Take care you two,” he bids, waving a hoof farewell. You both wave as Tenderheart wheels him back out into the hall. You hear the two of them murmur indistinctly as the faint squeak of his wheelchair fades into the hallway.

“He’s really something. I can see why he’s your favorite patient,” you muse.

“Yeah,” Redheart notes, with a warming smile. “I’ve gotten to know him pretty well during the time he’s been here. Despite the severity of his wounds, he always seems to be happy and enthusiastic. Since he’s been able to get out of bed, he’s often visited with some of the other patients, chatting with them and bringing a smile to their faces,” she notes.

“I have to admire someone like that. I wonder if I could stay so positive, were I in a similar bind?” you ponder.

Redheart gives you a hug, and says, “Oh, I’m sure you could. Besides, I’d be your nurse!”

You run your hand across her back and chuckle. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you reply.

“Well, I’d better go. I have to check on a few of my patients, but don’t worry, I’ll be back later,” Redheart responds, giving you a caring smile.

* * * *

Night arrives as you and Redheart are enjoying a late dinner. It’s nearly 7:30 and the two of you are just sitting down to eat dessert. She ordered you each a slice of warmed apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side. You’ve been in the hospital for three full days, now. Thankfully, you are feeling quite perky, and that’s why you and Redheart are enjoying your dessert in a fairly romantic fashion.

You sink your spoon into some of the slowly melting ice cream, and slide it into the front of the pie slice. Turning the utensil, you move it toward Redheart’s waiting mouth. Slowly, you slip the dessert onto her tongue. She closes her mouth and very seductively pulls away form the spoon. Your mare briefly chews and swallows the flavorful confection, licking her lips in a very suggestive fashion.

“Mmm, that’s delicious,” she declares, looking at you half-lidded.

She prepares a bite of pie and ice cream, presenting it to you. Gradually, you close your mouth around her spoon, emptying its contents. You savor the dessert as you slowly chew the bite of warm pie meshed wonderfully with the cool creamy bit of ice cream. Emptying your mouth, you try your best to look seductive, while licking your own lips.

“That is tasty,” you agree, smiling at her.

She smiles, while you both finish your dessert. Once she sets your plates on the tray in the hall, she returns, sitting by your side. “I’m really glad, you’re feeling better,” she expresses, running her hoof along your cheek. You smile at her and she lightly giggles. “Do you need anything?”

You place your arms around her and draw her close. “Just you,” you answer, with a loving look in your eyes.

“You know something…we have this room all to ourselves,” she whispers, resting her loving gaze on you, casting forth a heavenly sigh.

Her captivating words and gestures stir a wide array of sensations within you. You’re pretty sure you know what she’s getting at, which causes you to feel your loins stir with tingles of arousal. “Yeah, we do have it all to ourselves,” you concur, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You aren’t feeling frisky by any chance, are you?” she asks, leaning her head closer to you, causing you to feel an intense heat roll across your body.

“Well, the doctor doesn’t want me to get out of bed for a few more days, but if we watch my shoulder, I think we’ll be all right,” you note, giving her an endearing look, attempting to convey your own desires.

Reaching up, you run your hand along her mane, but it’s still secured in a bun. Redheart places her hoof on your hand, momentarily shooing it away. Quickly, she removes her hat and tosses it over to the chair, with her other belongings. Your mare loosens her hair tie and lets her mane fall free, cascading along her slender white shoulders. She gives you an encouraging nod, and you return your hand to stroke her silky hair.

Redheart shivers, savoring your fingers as they dance through her pink mane. “Mmm, I guess you are feeling amorous. But don’t worry about needing to leave the bed. You know, I love being on top anyway, so I’m more than happy to assume my normal place,” she says, batting her sapphire eyes at you.

“Good, I love it when you’re on top,” you profess, half-closing your eyes, and smiling at her. Your hand moves to softly stroke her cheek. “Redheart.”

“Yes,” she utters, softly speaking your name.

“I want you,” you reply, staring at her half-lidded.

Redheart wraps her hooves around your neck, and joins her lips to yours. You secure your arms around her, returning her passionate kiss, sharing gentle moans of pleasure with her. You part your mouths and she pulls back slightly. “Mmm, I want you…no, I need you, badly,” she replies a faint whimper in her voice.

You move your lips to her ear and whisper, “Then have me.”

Redheart shudders from your words, and breaks out of your embrace. “I’ll be right back,” she whispers quietly. She trots over to the door and shuts it. Your mare slowly saunters back to you, flipping her long pink tail with each step. She quickly dims the lights, leaving the room lit in a gentle glow. Leaning on the bed, she helps you loosen and remove your hospital gown, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. She straddles your outstretched and parted legs, placing her hooves on your chest. Redheart tenderly runs them across you in a circling motion, feeling your arms surround her again. A captivating smile curls up on her face as you lock her into an intense kiss, pulling her closer to you. She rests her right hoof on your left shoulder and continues stroking your chest with the other. Tender moans muffle past her lips as she joins you in savoring the kiss.

Your lips break, and both of you sit there, staring affectionately at each other. A gentle blush falls across her cheeks as you see the desire grow in her eyes. Redheart lifts her rump slightly and flips back her tail, allowing it to drape across your left leg. The smooth texture of her tail hair feels heavenly along your bare skin. It only adds to your growing arousal. She moves closer to you, the feeling of her body weight and warmth cause you to surge with excitement. Your eyes widen as you feel your masculinity rising to attention, pressing against the cottony barrier of your undergarment.

You place your hands on her shoulders, and kiss her deeply. Slowly, you trail your hands downward not wanting her to feel left out. You run a hand along her furry belly, and place your other just above her tail, caressing her rump and pulling her closer to you. Her hooves move to encircle your neck as she intensifies your kiss, inviting you to join your tongue with hers. You happily oblige, gingerly brushing your tongues together, as moans of growing pleasure fill the air.

As your kiss ends, you run your left hand down her belly, arriving at her waiting curves. She shudders blissfully form your touch as you gently rub her delicate folds. Her left hoof departs your chest, sliding across your belly, arriving at the elastic of your underwear. She moves her other hoof to join in lowering your cottony barrier. You feel your member spring free, and let out a satisfied gasp. A shiver races up your spine as she places both her hooves along you. The ultra soft texture of her furry forelegs feels wonderful against your manhood.

She looks at you, her eyes teeming with affection. You return her gaze, casting out a gentle moan. Glancing down, you tenderly trace your fingers around her crescent. She gasps and softly moans, form your touch. You digits move to the top of her mound and deftly massage her. Redheart moans and begins to giggle from your touch. “Mmm, that tickles, but please…don’t stop,” she begs.

You coo softly, pleased that she enjoys your touch, even when it moves along that rather sensitive spot on her marehood, you love stimulating. Your fingers sweep along her slit, feeling a prominent moisture seeping out, coating their tips. Another moan flees her mouth as she starts stroking the smooth underside of your shaft. You softly gasp and sigh from her blissful touch. Her affectionate gesture prompts you to slip two of your fingers inside her. She halts her actions, and moans contently, savoring your touch as you begin massaging her from within.

She adds a little speed to the stroking of her hoof, making you moan pleasantly form her ginger touch. You look up and gaze into each other’s eyes, lightly panting in response to the pleasure you’re bringing each other. Your lips seek each other out, meeting for an exchange of elated passion.

Every motion of your combined touching and the sounds of your moans and sighs, continues to stoke the fires of your lusting desire for her. Words cannot describe the way you feel for Redheart or how much you want her.

Following your kiss, she gives you a sultry look of pure desire. You know she’s ready to move on. No more words need spoken. Your hands leave her loins and move to her thighs. Redheart places her hooves along your shoulders, minding your injury.

Her marehood moves to bump against your manhood. The tender collision causes you both to gasp with bliss. She bids you entry inside her as your spire gently parts the way. Your hands remain on her cutie marks as you guide her down. Redheart gasps and sighs with you as your merger fills you both with an intense pleasure.

Your mare gazes at you, smiling sweetly. She softly caresses your cheek, as her sapphire orbs glisten in the faint surrounding light. Your eyes stare back, as a loving smile curls up on your lips. Securing your hands on her flanks, you feel Redheart start to buck her hips on you. Gradually, she adds speed to the heavenly motion. You aren’t able to add your normal level of strength to the movement, but judging from the look in her eyes, it doesn’t bother her at all. She is just so glad to be sharing the deepest of embraces with you.

Pleasure begins getting the better of her, and she closes her eyes and tilts her head back, casting out a series of sensual moans. You feel your chest start to heave as your breath begins to grow shallower. The feeling of your union leaves you sighing and moaning form the endless cascade of pleasure surging throughout your body.

You hear her breaths begin to grow more and more labored. Opening your eyes, you look over in time to see her lean front and attack your lips with her hungry mouth. Her hooves surround your neck as she continues to add speed to her bucking hips. Your kiss ends abruptly, so she can take in a needed gasp of air.

Moan after moan fills the gaps of her rapid breathing. Her hips are moving faster and faster as she succumbs to the throes of your combined passion. Redheart begins to whimper and moan more often as her body starts to tremble.

Your eyes widen as you feel your own passion soar to new pinnacles. The tingling in your loins leaves you feeling an intense heat burn across your body. Sweat begins to form on your brow as you join Redheart in sighing and moaning more and more frequently. Your breath grows quicker as you feel her body shaking intensely as pleasure begins overwhelming her.

An intense moan of pleasure escapes your mare’s mouth as you feel her culminated dampness fall across your manhood. Your eyes widen again as you feel your body jolt violently. You let out a lengthy pleasured moan as you feel your spire burst inside your beloved nurse. The two of you fill the room with sounds of rapturous bliss. Your arms surround her back in the most tender of embraces, pulling her close, as your climaxes continue to rock you both in the grip of ecstasy. You and she begin gasping heavily for breath. You carefully let yourself fall back, bringing Redheart with you, feeling your strength begin to fade. Softly, you both land on the bed, your head sinking into the pillows as she drapes across you.

The two of you lay there together, panting for air, but feel an indescribable joy from your union. Redheart rests her head on your bare chest, feeling it heave as your breath begins to return to normal.

“That was perfect…oh, I so needed that,” she sighs, contently swishing her tail across your naked legs.

You lean your head forward and softly kiss her forehead, while running your fingers through her lightly mussed mane. “It was heavenly,” you remark, letting out a contented sigh. “I take it you’re feeling better now?”

“I am,” she speaks softly. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I was feeling really insecure after what happened to you.”

You gingerly run your thumb and a few fingers along a strand of her silky mane – gliding to the end and letting it drop, before repeating the process. “We all get insecure now and then, honey. I’m just glad we’re able to be there for each other.” You sigh contently, now grazing your hand along the velvety soft fur of Redheart’s neck. “I think I needed that, almost as much as you did.”

She gently places her hoof along your heart and sighs. “You’re always so sweet,” she declares. Redheart perks up briefly, looking at you wide-eyed. “Oh, it just dawned on me, how’s your shoulder? I wasn’t too rough was I?” she asks, nearly forgetting you’re injured.

You chuckle at her, but smile from her show of concern. “I’m fine,” you reply. “One thing I love about you Redheart, you usually like sex on the gentler side.”

She giggles playfully at you, resting her head back along your bosom. “Yeah, I do. Tending to ailing ponies and the occasional humans, can take its toll on me…and well I like to return to you and feel relaxed, when we’re intimate,” she muses, swirling her hoof along your chest. “Don’t get me wrong, you know I enjoy it rough on occasion,” she adds.

You plant a tender kiss on her lips. “I know,” you respond, gently rubbing the back of her ear.

Redheart sighs, feeling like she’s going to melt into you. “I’m so glad you like to cuddle afterwards,” she utters softly.

Again you chuckle. “Well, after all that heated passion, you have to do something as your body cools off. Besides, I just love having you so close, and cuddling is so relaxing.”

“Yeah,” she says with a big smile. Redheart sighs contently. “Mmm, that wonderful calming breathing of yours…it’s always so soothing.”

You let out a yawn, then smile happily at her. “You want to lay beside me, so we can cover up and snuggle, till we fall asleep?” you ask her.

Her face lights up. “Sure,” she replies. Redheart slides off your chest and lays beside you, enjoying that your bed is roomy enough for you both.

You make sure to share some of the pillows with her, and then carefully, you reach down and pull up the sheet and blanket of your hospital bed. After covering you both, you rest your head on your pillow. “Do you have enough covers?” you ask.

Redheart giggles at you. “I do. Hmmm,” she sighs, snuggling close to you.

A familiar rumbling sound seeps in from outside the hospital. It’s the distinct sound of thunder, rolling across the sky. A few moments pass and the room is illuminated from the flickering flash of lightning. It’s followed shortly by another louder clap of thunder.

You look toward the closed curtains of your room’s window and then look back at Redheart. “I guess the pegasi must have a storm scheduled for tonight,” you muse.

The sound of rain softly pelting against the side of the building meets your ears. Redheart’s ears lightly flinch from the sounds. “Sure looks that way,” she utters back.

You chuckle softly. “Oh well, we’re safe inside, and rainy weather is always good for sleeping…especially when you have someone special to hold close,” you note, placing your arms around your mare, squeezing her tenderly.

Redheart’s cheeks turn red as she gazes at you affectionately. “I love you,” she professes quietly.

You kiss her forehead, and reply, “I love you, Redheart.”

She whispers your name and kisses you softly on the lips. Then, Redheart places her hooves along your chest, resting her head close to yours. A portion of her soft mane pools near your cheek, and feels heavenly along your skin. You let out a tired yawn and secure your grip around her, before you drift off to sleep. She yawns quietly, leaving her tail drape across your legs as she joins you in restful slumber.

* * * *

You awaken several hours later. Thunder continues to rumble, off in the distance. Occasionally, you hear a louder clap, signaling the storm is still far from over. Rain continues falling along the side of the hospital, filling your ears with its gentle sound.

It’s still dark out, only the pale glow from your room light offers any illumination. You are just barely able to make out the clock. There’s still several hours till Redheart has to wake up and return to her nursing duties.

As the rain continues to beat against the window, you look over at Redheart, and notice she is still nestled close to you. Her hooves are resting softly along your bosom. You softly reach over and brush a rouge strand of hair from her eyes. She looks so angelic as she rests soundly. Her ginger breath pools softly along your cheek, filling you with a subtle joy

While your thirsty eyes continue drinking in the calming visage of your mare, you notice she has partially kicked off part of her share of the covers. Redheart’s side down to just shy of her cutie mark is exposed. Her pure white fur has an almost irresistible allure, causing you to reach over and delicately run your hand along her exposed side. You’re cautious as you make sure your touch doesn’t rouse her from her slumber, you know she needs her rest.

Compassionately, you cover your beloved nurse, making sure she stays warm. Things seem to be peaceful as you sink your head back into the pillow. An inaudible sigh flees you lips as you take one last glance at her. To your surprise, her sapphire eyes are open, gazing back at you.

“Did I wake you?” you ask.

A smile forms on her face. “It’s okay. The thunder left me a little restless, and when I felt your loving touch…I didn’t want to miss anything,” Redheart whispers. She places a hoof against your cheek, and sees the smile form on your face, which adds to her own.

You let out a quiet yawn. “There’s still time till you have to get up. Why don’t we get some more rest,” you suggest.

“In a bit,” she replies. Her eyes remain focused on you. “I just want to take some time to enjoy this calm moment with you, even if a storm is breaking outside.”

You look upon her fondly, grateful beyond words that you’re here with her. “Redheart,” you whisper. “I’m so glad you’re with me.”

“I know,” she says speaking your name. “I’m so very glad, I’m with you.” Your mare snuggles closer to you, resting her head near yours. Then she sighs, “My very special somepony.”

You cuddle close to her, renewing your loving embrace around her. “My very special somepony,” you utter softly, kissing her cheek. You hear a faint giggle from her, before she’s pulled back under sleeps restful veil. Your eyes close and in moments you join her in the realm of dreams.

* * * *

Three more days have gone by. You are feeling better with each passing day. Redheart continues to stay by your side, whenever she’s not seeing to her hospital duties, and she also sleeps with you each night. You’ve not shared a tender moment since Monday night. This is partially because her work has left her worn out and you seem to be tired at times, while your body continues to heal.

It’s Friday afternoon, lunch has just ended, and Redheart just left to return to her duties. You feel rather groggy as the afternoon marches on. The last pain pill you took seems to really be doing its job. Just as your eyes feel like they’re about to close, you hear a distressing alarm, sound.

“CODE BLUE!” you hear a panicked pony’s voice shout out from the hall.

A blue light on the wall of your room begins blinking, along with the beeping alarm echoing in from the hallway. You hear several members of the hospital staff run past your door, chattering incoherently. Some of their words are discernible.

A different nurse says, “It’s the patient in room 1-0…”

Then you hear a male voice call out, “It seems to be a complication from the surgery we did after the patient’s accident!”

You are hardly able to figure out to whom they are referring and just what is going on. Though, if memory serves you, whenever someone went Code Blue on Earth, it was never a good thing. It often meant a patient was suffering a major crisis with their heart. In your weary state, the technical term seems to escape your mental grasp.

A few minutes pass and the commotion in the hall seems to quiet. You take a deep breath and feel the tug of slumber, beckoning you to rest. Since there isn’t much you can do about anything right now, you figure, why not give in and sleep? Your eyes close and you do just that.

* * * *

A firm nudge at your left arm awakens you. Your eyes slowly drift open. There, standing on your left, you see Redheart. Tears are slowly streaming down her face as you hear the sounds of her quiet sobs. You reach to clasp her hoof. “Honey, what’s wrong?” you ask wondering why she’s crying.

She sniffles, and whimpers, “It’s Downburst.” Redheart continues to quietly sob, as more tears frame her gentle face.

You feel your heart sink as you put two and two together. Your hand tightens around her hoof. Then, you gasp, “Was…was he the Code Blue, I heard earlier?”

Redheart nods solemnly, sniffing back a few of her tears. She swallows hard, endeavoring to maintain her composure. “H-he…he didn’t,” she sniffs, “make it. Till I got to his room…I was too late to save him…I failed him,” she confesses, shaking her head. Your mare buries her head in your chest and begins weeping bitter tears.

“Aww, Redheart,” you sniff, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes. You place your arms lovingly around her, holding her close, just as the first tear streams down your face. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

She continues to cry and in between sobs, she mutters, “Why, why d-did he…have to d-die? He w-was doing s-so well?”

You run your right hand along her velvety back, hoping to comfort her. “Please don’t blame yourself. You’re a wonderful nurse. I’m sure you did…e-everything, y-you could,” you speak, hearing your own voice start to break, while you console her.

Redheart continues to shed tears for the passing of her favorite patient. You can feel her body quake as her sobs continue to resound in your ears. They cause you to hold her tighter as you silently join her in crying. You nuzzle your cheek against her head, hoping you can ease her sorrow. It hurts that you lack the power to take away her pain, but at least you can be there for her.

As her mourning continues, she crawls into bed with you. Your arms continue to hold her close as your own tears subside, while you take in a series of lengthy breaths. Her sobs begin to lessen, and soon she begins to quiet. You feel her lightly rise and fall as your breathing continues. She sighs faintly, and closes her eyes.

Looking over at her, you smile. Your soothing breathing has lulled her to sleep. Redheart has been through a lot lately. Gently, you run your hand along the bun of her mane, savoring its smooth texture. Then, you feel that groggy feeling return, pulling you once again, back to sleep.

* * * *

You startle awake, realizing you have once again fallen asleep. Looking up, you see Redheart draped along your left side, gazing back lovingly at you. Your eyes peer at the clock and see that it’s late afternoon, a little after three. Sighing, you recall the events before you dozed off. Staring deep into your mare’s eyes, you place a hand along her velvety cheek, gently stroking it. “Hi,” she whispers softly.

“Hey,” you whisper back. “Are you okay?”

She smiles, even though her eyes still reflect her inner pain. “Yeah, I’m okay. I was just watching you sleep,” she answers. Redheart casts out a bewildering sigh. “I just can’t believe he’s gone. Downburst was doing so well…I’m really going to miss him.” A few tears drip from her eyes, while you secure her in your arms.

“You are such a great nurse. Not just any pony would care so much about their patients, like you do,” you speak softly, continuing to caress her cheek.

Redheart smiles at you, her eyes seem a little more hopeful. She joins you in sitting up, and rests her head against your chest. You replace your arms around her and give her a tender squeeze. She sighs contently, running her hoof along your side. “You’re so sweet. I’m just glad that you are doing so well. For a time…” she trails off.

“What is it?” you ask earnestly.

She rubs her head along your bosom, and takes a deep breath. “For a time, I wasn’t sure how things were going to be. I hoped with all my heart that you would be okay. Even now, I have to push down the stupid fears that something might happen to you,” she says, her voice becoming a little shaky. “I just…I just don’t want to lose you!” The feelings of bewilderment cause her to tremble in your arms.

“It’s okay, Redheart. I’m here, and I have no intention of leaving you,” you avow giving her a loving gaze.

She moves within your arms, placing her hooves along your chest. Her sapphire eyes glisten with fresh tears as she stars into your eyes. Redheart leans up, until her lips softly press against your own. Her hooves move to encircle your neck, while her tears begin to trail down her face. The kiss ends, and she lifts her right hoof, removing her hat, and tossing it to the foot end of your bed. Then, she undoes her hair tie, allowing her mane to drop free along the sides of her white neck.

Redheart draws you into a tender hug, running her hoof along your back. You begin gingerly caressing her silky pink mane, feeling your love for her continue to burn in your heart. She locks you into another very tender and passionate kiss. There are traces of sexual desire in her delicate moans, but her body language suggests more of a yearning for intimacy than that of mere lust. Though, you feel her hooves begin to loosen the ties on the back of your hospital gown.

She leans up to your ear and whispers, “Please, take it off.”

As she pulls back, you look deep into her eyes, and smile. You carefully remove your gown and pitch it to join her hat at the end of your bed. She immediately places her hoofs along your bare chest, affectionately caressing you with her loving touch. Your mare sighs, as she moves to straddle your parted legs.

Feeling her so close to you, stirs a number of sensations within you. You even notice a stirring in your loins, however, you aren’t sure if she’s truly in the mood for sex. She smiles at you, seeing the befuddled look in your eyes.

Redheart giggles softly at you. “There’s no reason to feel confused, my love. I just really need you right now,” she speaks with a strong yearning.

You smile at her, and whisper, “Then, I’m yours…anything for somepony as sweet as you.”

She leans up to your ear and softly speaks, “Touch me…anywhere, everywhere, please.”

Gently, you place your hands along her slender shoulders, running your hands down her back, across her forelegs and along the velvety fur of her chest. A loving look forms on your face, causing her to smile warmly. Redheart sighs quietly from your soothing touch. She moves closer to you, and begins moving her hooves along your back, then across your chest, and finally, with a sweet smile, she moves her forelimbs down to the elastic of your underwear. Slowly, she digs her hoof into your skin, driving the fabric barrier down, freeing your solid spire. Redheart indulges a jubilant gaze at your masculinity, while she delicately sweeps the end of her foreleg across you.

Her touch sends shivers up your back, filling you with a series of pleasant sensations. Your left hand slides down her right shoulder, coming to rest at her thigh. Gently you massage her cutie mark, enjoying the smooth texture of her fur against your fingertips. Your right hand trails down her belly, dipping below her waist, pausing so you can savor a brief gaze at her enticing folds.

Redheart’s eyes widen momentarily as she feels your fingers gently sweep across her crescent. She moans softly, feeling her body fill with bliss from your gentle touch. Her lips join to yours in another loving kiss. She starts rubbing her hoof across the sensitive underside of your manhood.

You move your left hand from her cutie mark, placing it around her neck, drawing her closer to you. She does the same to you, with her free hoof, pressing her lips harder to yours. Everything about your foreplay seems to say ‘gentle’. Following her recent fears from nearly losing you and the loss of her favorite patient, you sense Redheart needs a compassionate dose of tenderness, so if she wants to make love, then you are more than happy to oblige.

Your fingers move to the top of her crescent, lightly stroking her sensitive spot. She pulls her lips back, and lightly giggles from the ticklish feeling of your touch. Then, as the sensation passes, she sighs contently, feeling only pleasure from your fingertips. She promptly renews your kiss, attempting to draw your tongue out for a tender embrace. You happily comply, enjoying her slight assertiveness, affectionately sweeping your tongue against hers.

A heavenly sensation soars across your body, making you feel at peace. You gingerly slide two fingers inside her marehood, and very tenderly massage her wet inner walls. Redheart breaks your kiss, shuddering with delight from your still soothing touch. She breathes deeply, savoring every motion of your fingers, moaning softly. Her eyes close and she allows her head drift back, while you continue to fill her with endless waves of pleasure.

Your mare lowers her head and opens her eyes. She shares a loving gaze with you, then you feel her hoof start to move a little more vigorously along your member. The feeling is heavenly, and still remains on the tender side, making your loins tingle with more and more pleasure. Her loving touch causes you to moan and sigh softly, conveying your gratitude to her.

You continue touching each other for several minutes, before stopping. After sharing a tender hug, you give each other a loving look. Redheart slides even closer to you, bringing her crescent right up to your spire. You look at her and she silently nods. Her hips lift up, and you place your hands on her cutie marks. Slowly you push the tip of your shaft against her beautiful flower. It slowly parts the way as she fully lowers herself onto you. She joins you in moaning pleasantly form the delightful feeling caused by your union.

Redheart places her hooves around your neck, and smiles at you lovingly. You move your hands from her thighs and place them around her shoulders. The two of you take a moment to stare deeply into each other’s eyes. She leans over to you and nuzzles her cheek against yours. You nuzzle her back, moving your right hand to caress her silky mane. She pulls her mouth back to your ear, and says, “Can we stay like this, just for a bit. I just want to savor the feeling of having you inside, and feeling you so very close to me.”

Her words cause a strong warmth to flow outward from your heart. Redheart looks at you, awaiting your answer. Happily, you reply, “Of course.”

She smiles and kisses you deeply on the lips. Then she holds you tightly in her hooves, relishing having you so near to her. You place your arms around her, holding her securely. It amazes you just how soothing it feels to simply be inside her. You can feel her tenderly caress you and feel extremely close to her. You once thought this kind of intimacy was something to be feared, but now, you know better. It’s amazing and almost indescribable in its own light.

Redheart takes in a deep breath and sighs. Then with a simple look from her eyes, you know she’s ready to continue. Her hips begin lightly bucking, filling you both with a delightful feeling. Your hands move to her thighs, lightly squeezing her. You give her a loving look and she smiles, while adding some speed to her movements.

As the motion between you continues, you gaze into each other’s eyes, slowly losing yourselves in the calming and invigorating moment. A sudden impulse makes you lean front and lock Redheart into a fiery kiss of deep passion. Your hands leave her cutie marks, so you can draw her closer. You both begin to moan from the pleasure of your kiss and endless pleasure flowing through your merged loins.

Your kiss continues as you return your left hand to her thigh and run your fingers along her mane, adding to your rising levels of bliss. After a few more moments, your mouths part, taking in some needed air. Pleasant gasps and contented sighs fill the room, as you continue making love with the sweetest nurse in all of Equestria.

Even as Redheart begins moving faster on you, the gentleness in her motions and the soothing nature of her moans leaves you feeling half-faint and very intoxicated. You grip her thighs tighter and add what strength you can her motions, and feeling bolder, you start thrusting upward, moving in slight contrast with her bucking hips.

Several moments pass, and you notice that your combined breathing has begun to quicken with each passing second. Redheart has begun moaning and gasping more frequently. Her body is joining yours in trembling and twitching, from the sheer levels of ecstasy your union continues to bring both of you.

A strong pleasant build up begins mounting in your manhood, causing you to join your mare in moaning. Her breath grows very shallow, and she begins making a series of short moans. Then as her hips continue to buck, her back arches slightly, and she lets out a lengthy endearing moan. You feel her body quake as you are about to join her in the strongest throes of passion. Then, you notice a warm moisture spurt gently along your masculinity, followed by two more matching sensations. Her loud moans and trembling body put you over the edge, as you feel your spire release several times inside of her.

Redheart quickly joins you in gasping for breath as she falls against your chest. You place your arms around her back, and hold her close, feeling somewhat drained, as your breathing starts to slowly return to normal. She turns to the side, and rests her head along your left shoulder. Your cheek comes to rest along the top of her head, allowing you to feel the silky texture of her mane. You gingerly run your right hand along her hair, casting out a quiet sigh.

The room is calm, save for the combined sound of your breathing. Redheart turns, and looks up into your eyes, smiling. You share her smile, while continuing to caress her affectionately. She coaxes you to lay back, letting your head sink back into the plush bed pillows. Your mare drapes herself along your side, placing her hooves around you, in a loving fashion.

“That was heavenly…thank you, sweetheart,” she utters thoughtfully, brushing a stray lock of hair form your eyes.

“You’re welcome, my love,” you reply, securing your arms around her. A yawn escapes your mouth, while you place your right hand on her head, and gently scratch her left ear. She smiles at you, and softly nuzzles your bosom. “Are you feeling better?” you ask.

“Yes…I feel so, very close to you right now,” she replies

“I’m glad,” you speak softly. “You had me worried for a while.”

“Yeah, but now I know…we’ll be together for a long while, won’t we?”

Your grasp her hoof tenderly in your hand, and kiss her forehead. “Yes, and I couldn’t be happier,” you respond.

Redheart holds you in her hooves and sighs, speaking your name. “I love you,” she professes.

“I love you, Redheart, my sweet nurse,” you whisper to her.

She giggles happily, and caresses your chest with her hoof, and then you feel her tail start to brush across your legs, filling you with an indescribable joy. You move your hand to her mane and begin running your fingers through her delicate locks, savoring the serenity of he moment.

“I could stay like this…forever,” she muses.

“You and me both,” you utter back. Looking at the clock, you notice there’s still some time till dinner. “If you don’t have to check on your patients, we could get in a little nap before dinner. What do you say?”

Redheart lifts her head up and smiles at you. Blinking her sapphire eyes at you, she replies, “I’ve been given the rest of the day off, in light of what happened, so I’d love to.”

“Great,” you reply quietly. She slides off you, and you turn onto your side, then she snuggles close to you. Redheart covers you both with the white bed sheet. Her smile grows as you surround her with your arms. Then, she places her hooves around you, embracing you close. You share a brief kiss, then snuggle for a few more minutes, until you both drift off, falling once again under slumber's welcoming veil.

You still have at least a week to spend in the hospital, recovering and most likely will be undergoing some physical therapy. But as long as Nurse Redheart is by your side, it doesn’t really matter. You happily look forward to the future, and in your heart, you know the two of you will be together for a long time!

Your story with Nurse Redheart is far from over! It will continue again…count on it!