Starting to feel better, I get up and walk into the kitchen. I get a glass of water, then turn around to walk back into the living room to see Discord has taken up the entire couch.

“Move.” I order, weakly trying to push him off.

“I’ve taken care of you all day” He says slyly. “The least you can do is let me have the couch.”

“Just make a new one!” I complain, starting to feel dizzy again.

“Ah, but my dear, magic couches just aren’t the same as real couches.” He argues.

I finally get fed up and wedge myself in between him and the back of the couch, pushing him off with my legs. I only manage to push off the lower part of his body, receiving a glare from him. He pushes me off of the couch and puts his feet back up on the arm rest.

Getting angry, I grab him by his tail and try to drag him off, the friction between him and the couch making it almost impossible for me to do, being sick and weak.

“Come on Discord, Please?” I ask, making my best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, you think I’ll let you have the couch just because you look at me funny?” He laughs, clearly amused. “Maybe you should just go ask Fluttershy to buy you a new couch.” He says, still laughing.

Now angry, I go and sit down next to Angel bunny, who is sulking because he doesn’t get to sit in his favorite spot anymore, who looks at me as if saying, “Welcome to the club.”

“You think that losing you as a friend will make me give you the couch? All I want is one friend, who I already have.” He says, smiling.

I don’t respond, starting to feel nauseous. I lie down on the floor and try not to barf, hoping that I can hold it in until my stomach settles. I finally admit I can’t hold it in any longer and run to the kitchen sink, being closer than the bathroom, and vomit in it. Discord looks back at me, feeling guilty inside, but having too much pride to show it.

After I quit gagging, I turn on the water in the sink to wash it down, glaring at Discord though the corner of my eye, not wanting to look directly at him. Fluttershy comes downstairs, thinking that we would be able to get along while she was on the second floor, cleaning. She looks at Discord, laying on the couch, then at me, washing the contents of my stomach down the sink.

“Discord, what’s the meaning of this?” Fluttershy says sternly. “Kelly should be the one laying on the couch, not you. She’s in there sick as a dog and you’re relaxing instead of trying to help her? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“What? But I took care of her all day!” He argues.

“And thank you for that, but she needs to be the one on the couch right now.” Fluttershy answers, more calm now.

“Oh… Fine!” He yells, getting up and using his magic to make a chair for himself to sit in.

I go back into the living room to lie down, beginning to sweat from overexertion. Wishing that I wasn’t so weak, I pulled the covers over myself and glare at Discord.

“Was losing a friend worth it?” I hiss, still very angry at Discord.

He doesn’t respond, looking out the window to avoid eye contact with me.

“Oh, and I thought we were going to have such a great time together…” Fluttershy says sadly, her expression turning dull.

Neither I nor Discord responds to that, not wanting to cause any more trouble than we already have.

I think about apologizing, thinking that I should be more mature about this, but decide against it, remembering that I didn’t do anything to start the fight.

He can just apologize when he wants to.

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter was so short, I was in a rush today.