Lyra gasped for air, shaking her head back into consciousness as light filled her blurry vision. She took a few seconds to breathe, all she remembered was the feeling of pins and needles all over her body before blacking out from the medical team. She took a deep breath, her ears began to let in sound as mumbling and muffled speech slowly became clearer. She listened carefully, her vision was still blurry and filled with stars but she could hear somepony say, "Ms. Heartstrings, Ms. Heartstrings, are you awake?"

Lyra took a deep breath, she wasn't sure if she had the strength to breathe yet, so she moved her lips in the motion as to say, "Yes I am awake."

Her vision was still blurry and very sensitive to light, but her hearing had returned fully to the sound of machines beeping and pumps pumping, the mystery pony continued, "Ms. Heartstrings, we have some... very unfortunate news."

Lyra simply sat in the bed, her vision was beginning to return, and with every blink it became sharper. She began to take in her surroundings, realizing that she was in a hospital bed. She looked to her side to see a heart monitor tracking her beating heart, she saw the wires that sprouted from the machines and entered her body. She looked towards the end of her simple metal bed-frame to see a doctor with a clipboard hovering in front of him, a look of sadness only made her worry more. Lyra cleared her throat and barely managed to say cohesively, "W.... w-what is... it?"

The doctor had a very light brown coat and a black mane, his hazel eyes stood out from the rest of him, he walked to the side of her bed and sat down on the chair next to her, placing a hoof on hers. It was then she noticed she couldn't feel his hoof, she tried wrapping hers around his, but no matter how hard she tried her hooves remained flat. Her eyes darted up to meet his sad gaze as he spoke, "Ms. Heartstrings... you have suffered a severe spinal injury that affects everything below your lungs and heart," the doctor pointed towards her chest, and she could still not feel anything, "you... you're a quadriplegic."

If she could feel it, her heart was probably sinking, her eyes watered up and tears began to roll down her cheeks, the news began to send thoughts through her mind at a million miles an hour. She could feel her breathing quickening up, her lips began to quiver and curl as her jaw began to chatter and shake. She violently shook her hear as she croaked through phlegm, "No... no you're wrong! I just have a dislocation!"

"No... we did our best to fix your spine but due to the injury, your nervous system has been cut off from your stomach down." The doctor showed her a small diagram, but through her tears all she could see was blobs on a black background. The doctor continued, "I'm sorry, but you'll never walk again."

Lyra felt the emotions inside her, she could feel it bubbling inside her as it rose up her throat into a scream, Lyra shouted in rage, her eyes tightly shut as her teeth clamped almost hard enough to break them. As she shouted, her emotions changed from rage to despair as her scream became a loud moan of numbed pain. She wanted to cover her eyes, but it was just her luck that she would have to sit there in plain view of the doctor as her emotions poured out. Suddenly, her emotions changed back to rage, the thought of how everypony but her had gone free enraged her to the point where she began banging her head against the bed-frame as she continued screaming. She threw her head harder and harder, feeling the pain reach the neck before cutting off as she hoped that maybe she would fix herself with the same luck that broke her.

The doctor, now worried she might injure herself more, quickly used his magic to hold her head down, preventing her from slamming something with the only limb she could use. She felt as though somepony else was controlling her, cause in her fit of rage she could see the doctor tearing up as well as he tried to bite back his emotions.

Once her fit of anger had calmed, the unicorn began to loudly sob, she stammered, "W-what about my magic?"

The doctor sighed, once again placing his hoof on hers, "You still have magic," Lyra watched as he wrapped around hers and lifted her hoof up, "but you can't use it to move limbs, that much concentration could kill you."

Lyra resumed her crying, she had her fair share of hopes being dashed, but never before had she been told that she had to give up on her dreams. It was as if she had been ripped from a dream of peace and calmness into a world of hate and evil. She had been lied to as a foal when her parents would say, "You can follow your dreams." Since she was young, she thought the world would be fair, destiny did not favour more than others. She never thought such things because she always believed a higher power did not exist. She believed in science's ability to rule all, to break anything and be able to fix it. If science had the ability to put her in this bed forever, then there was a way to fix her.

She remembered the time when she fell from the play-structure as a young foal, how she broke her leg on impact. It wasn't some religious magic that fixed her, it was knowledge and practice that put her leg in a cast until it had healed. Or the time when she had the pony-pox, the doctor never sprinkled water onto her while chanting rhymes over and over. She was given medicine that was perfected by scientists. To her, science has always been the answer and the solution to everything in life. To her, her only hope was the power of science and technology to get her moving again.

Lyra, shaking with the turmoil and sudden stress, blinked the tears from her eyes and struggled to lift her head to look back at the doctor, "Is there any way you can fix me?"

The doctor sighed, breathing in slowly as he prepared to deny her once again. "I'm sorry... but we don't have the knowledge or the technology yet... we can't undo what has been done."

Now that science had abandoned her, she realized how alone she really was. It was as though her last hope was like a single candle in a dark cavern had been extinguished. There was no hope for her, she was told she was forced to give up.

Lyra looked towards the end of her bed, the tears beginning to roll up into her eyes, her soul had been crushed once more by the cold hoof of despair and reality. She felt as though her stomach was ready to reject the news she had been given like a foal with a flu made of cruelty and darkness. She shook her head violently and cried, hoping that her screams could be heard through the hallways by the ears of those who still held the privilege to move. She hoped that her screams would resonate through the hallways that were filled with the silence of the sick, with the hope that someone or something with the power to fix her would hear her plea for help.

Her screaming, loud like the sound of thunder, hurt her lungs like a cold claw of death had clenched her from the inside. The doctor simply watched her, knowing that he was unable to do anything, yet forced to lie to her face and tell her of the fake benefits like it were some sort of deal she had made but never agreed to. She could see the doctor himself was in an emotional struggle to keep calm and do his best, he looked tempted to just tell her that she was a living corpse with no hopes for anything more in life.

Through her crying of painless suffering, the doctor simply got to his hooves and quietly spoke, "When you are finished, you have some guests waiting for you. Remember you still have loved ones." With nothing to say, no lies to spew in hope that she would believe him, he simply exited the room and left Lyra to her lonesome. Lying in her bed, numb, and better off dead, was a mare who had the incredible luck of no longer being able to walk or move. Lyra was for the first time, alone with nopony to relate to.

Her tears streamed down her eyes, she wanted to wipe her cheeks to rid the tears but her hooves ignored her. It was as though some higher power had chosen to make her life hard, like a foal with a magnifying glass and an ant hill, singling out her from the rest for no better reason than entertainment. She stared at the moon, maybe the deities had punished her for not believing in them.

Author's Note

Sorry if this was an awkward chapter, I'm just really busy with a shit-ton of other things in life that are more important (I'm sorry but writing stories about a children's show is not higher than getting a job)

If you guys hate this chapter, then I will rewrite it. I just need to publish something or I will feel really guilty.