The New Foal

When Razor woke up, nopony was in the room. All he could hear was the beeping of a pulse meter. Then he noticed there was a face mask covering his nose and mouth connected to a breathing machine, and a breathing tube in his throat. He then put his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, tears welling up, wondering if he would ever see Sweetie Belle or his mother again…

Thought started racing through his mind. “What will happen if mom or Sweetie Belle catches this?”… “Will I live through this?”... All he could do was think. He started thinking negatively; “Damn it all… I’m going to die…”. He started crying.

Then he heard the voices of two mares…

The deeper voice spoke. “Is he going to be alright?”

Then the higher voice. “We’re not sure. The damage is very serious.”

“You can’t be saying he might-, oh no!” The deeper voice started crying.

“It’s most likely… I’m sorry…”

“He can’t!” The deeper voice sniffled. “He’s far too young!”

“We’re doing everything we can!” The higher voice said. “I need to go now… You can visit him if you want.” She left.

The deeper voice sobbed for a few more minutes, then walked into the room, trying to hold in her tears. The mare was Ms. Cheerilee.

Razor stopped crying, but his eyes were still swelling up with tears.

“It’s okay.” Ms. Cherilee said. “Mommy’s here.” She sniffled, knowing her son wanted to speak, but couldn’t.

A tear fell from his eye and down his cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you’ll be fine…” She started crying lightly. She spent the next two hours comforting him.

“It’s bed time, Ms. Cheerilee, you need to go now.” A nurse said.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” Ms. Cheerilee kissed her sons forehead and went home.

The nurse stopped her to let her know something. “If he lives to tomorrow, he will survive.”

“Okay.” His mother replied, then left.

Only thirty minutes have passed, Razor was restless. The nurse was forced to give him a sedative.

The colt fell asleep minutes later…