Balloons and Needles

Chapter 5: Surprise Hospital Visit

Pinkie sat in the corner of the hospital room with a depressed look on her face. It had been nearly two hours since Pokey was admitted for sending a needle so far into his hoof that the doctors were afraid he had caused severe nerve damage. Once they had cleared him and made sure there was no chance of him getting an infection or disease they put him in this room. This cold, unforgiving white room. Pinkie felt like she was slipping into a severe depression because Pokey wasn't waking up. When they got to the hospital she told the doctors that it was her fault he dropped the needles and ended up stepping on one. One of them scoffed at her and said she was a "hyperactive moron", and another said that she could have seriously hurt him because of it. She tried to tell them that it was an accident, but they didn't have time for it, except for one of them. Doctor Monitor came over and put a hoof around Pinkie's neck, making her look up.

"Here, why don't you come with me and we can get this all figured out" he said as he lead Pinkie towards his office, where they would spend at least thirty minutes talking about what led up to Pokey impaling his hoof on the needle. Pinkie even told the doctor about what had happened the week before, and she was then quickly rushed into another room, where a strange Unicorn wrapped his magic around her. Doctor Monitor didn't tell her why he did what he did, and all she was told to do was wait inside Pokey's room, getting a nurse in case he started to wake up.

"...uh...." Pokey groaned, his eyes making their best attempt to open up. To him it felt as if each eyelash was as heavy as everypony in Canterlot put together, plus the weight of the town itself. From the corner of the room he heard a hopeful sniffle, which made his ears perk up. He thought that he was just laying in his bed and the needle incident was all a dream. Of course, when he opened his eyes what he saw was the cold grey ceiling of the hospital room, the only source of color in the room being the sad pink pony that was sitting as far away from him as she could.

"Pinkie...?" Pokey said slowly, "What are you doing in here?" He could feel himself becoming extremely light headed. Shaking himself so he was more aware, Pokey could now see that something was really bothering Pinkie, if the darker color of coat and mane was any indication. Having heard the rumors about what happened the last time Pinkie became depressed Pokey felt the urge to talk to her, even if it was her fault that he was there in the first place.

"...You hate me don't you..." Pinkie said slowly, sniffling again as a stray tear ran down her snout, landing on the tiled floor with a quick drip. Soon after Pinkie looked up, her eyes were bloodshot, and her snout was coated with dried tears, matching the ones that had long since dried up on the floor. Without warning she ran at Pokey, jumping at him at a high speed, but somehow she managed to land on him like she was a soft feather, barely putting any pressure on him at all.

"I'm so sorry for everything that I did to you. I don't even remember sneaking into your house at night and doing what I did to you, and I didn't mean to make you hurt yourself today!" Pinkie cried as she rubbed her head back and forth on Pokey's chest, her fluffy mane nearly suffocating him in the process, "I'm really super duper sorry for what I did, can you please, please, PLEASE, forgive me?!" Pokey let out a loud sigh, which made Pinkie gasp as she quickly jumped off of him, an even sadder look in her eyes.

"I'm really sorry about everything, especially this, but, I have to tell you..." Pinkie said slowly, making Pokey worry. Did she have an STD? Was she actually in a relationship with some other pony and she used him to move things along with them somehow? Could she have a romantic interest in him? What if she actually managed to-

"...I'm pregnant, with your foal... Pokey..." Pinkie said slowly, more tears welling up in her eyes. Pokey couldn't believe it, she was actually pregnant. Pinkie Pie, resident party animal and Element of Laughter, was pregnant with HIS foal. This was definitely not the kind of position he thought he would find himself in after moving to Ponyville, and he sure as the moon didn't plan for it. As an awkward silence filled the room Pokey felt something trying to say something from inside his own head, and so he listened.

"Hey, me" Pokey's conscious said in a whisper, "Between you and me, Pinkie Pie isn't half bad looking, and here she is, in need of a stallion like yourself. Now I know you're thinking that she isn't the one for you, but hey, she does have your foal, being there for her right now is the least you could do, since you did help make the darn thing in the first place, whether you remember it or not"

"Pinkie, come here" Pokey said sadly, the sad party pony walking up next to him as he asked without any objections. When she was this close he could hear her quiet sobbing, which were so filled with emotions that it actually made him want to cry along side her, just to help her let it all out.

"I'll be here for you, okay?" Pokey said, feeling a strange emotion afterwards as Pinkie leaned her head into him, snuggling herself up tight against his body. They continued to sit like that until a nurse came by, forcing Pinkie to move out of the way. From that point and afterwards Pinkie hung around, slowly becoming happy like she usually was, but the entire time they did, all Pokey was thinking was that he was there because part of him is inside of her. Anytime he wanted to chicken out and tell Pinkie to go away, he remembered that the foal was partly his, and as such he felt the need to be there for her as much as he could...