The New Foal

Several hours later, the train arrived at Manehattan.

It was late so the four got their luggage and checked in.

“I’m exhausted…” Razor said.

“Let’s get to bed now.” Ms. Cheerilee said.

“Good night…” Rarity said and they got to their rooms.

When Ms. Cheerilee and Razor got it, it was time for the medication.

“Razor, it’s that time.” She said, getting the sedative.

“Okay…” He said then yawned. “Just a second…” He went to the bathroom and washed. He soon came out. “Ready…”

“Okay.” Ms. Cheerilee said, pushing the needle into his arm, then injecting the single dose. She then pulled the needle out and spoke again. “Now, go to bed…”

“Okay mom.” He went to the left bed and got under the covers. He fell asleep minutes later.

For Sweetie Belle, it was another story.

Around midnight, she was shifting restlessly in her bed. She whimpered in fear.

“Sweetie Belle, what’s the matter?” Rarity asked

“I had a horrible nightmare…” She said, shaking.

“What about?” Rarity asked.

“It was about when Razor was sick with the flu…” She replied.

“What happened?” Said Rarity.

“He… He…”

“He what?”

“He passed under the effects of the illness…”

“Oh, my, that is horrible!” She said. “But it was only a dream. Everything is fine.”

Rarity sat comforting her until her sister fell asleep. “Now, for some rest myself.” She said, yawning. She got into bed and put on her blindfold. She fell asleep.