Icing On The Cake

I woke up.

I was staring at whiteness, and it definitely was a ceiling.

What happened?

How did I get here?

I felt a warm sensation in my hoof.

I tried sitting up to see who it is, but my head wouldn't allow it. My neck responded, my head didn't want to.

The place I was in was loud and noisy, with lots of beeping and people talking casually. Occasionally there was a big loud beep, and I heard hooves run over to the spot it was coming from.

"Cup, are you awake?" A shaky stallion's voice asked, seemingly in the direction of me. I presumed it came from the same pony who was holding my hoof.

"Are you talking to me?" I finally found my voice somewhere.

The colt attacked me with a hug. It hurt, but gave me a good glimpse at him.

He was an amber color, with a bright orange mane to go along with it. His mane was slightly unkept, but it was short. He was tall and skinny, not much fat on him. His pistachio colored eyes looked like he was crying, either that or he was high. Maybe we were both high together, how in the world did I get here?

"Oh Cup, I'm sorry..."

I felt a stinging, all the way to the bottom of my heart... I really didn't know what this kid was talking about.

"I'm sorry I did it, will you ever forgive me?"

"Excuse me, sir..." I addressed him formally. I didn't want to be rude. "I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Cup... You don't remember?"

I shook my head. "I don't remember anything." I sighed, I had to guess this guy was a good friend of mine. "I don't even know my name, except for the fact that you've repeated it. I actually don't know who you are, at all."

I think I accidentally hurt him with that statement. He sat back down, with a look of utter disappointment on his face.

"I'm sorry dearie... I wish I could help..." I called him that out of instinct, somehow. I felt like it fit the situation.

He stood back up and looked at me, since I couldn't exactly sit up.

"I'm Carrot Cake. I'm your best friend, and I've known you since as long as we-" His face suddenly lost all happiness, but he perked back up, proving to be better than it, "I remember."

"Good to meet you, Mr. Cake." I felt awkward saying that. He was supposed to be my best friend, and I was acting like he wasn't... It just felt... Weird. Unnatural. Even for me.

He smiled. "Just call me Carrot."

I finally made my first friend. "So... Why am I here, Carrot?"

He sighed. "Well, I was making a pie. Specifically an apple bacon pie. The cooling ledge somehow broke... And the pie fell. I have no idea what you were doing outside of my kitchen window, but I found you, outside, and you slipped and fell on the pie. And hit your head pretty bad. I actually have no idea about half of it. I was going to check on the pie... And I found you. Evidently the townsponies didn't see you...?"

"What was I doing there?" I asked quizzically.

He scratched his head. "Nobody knows, not even your family. You said you wanted a day to yourself, all alone, but you never told them you left..."

"I did?" Wait-- exactly how long was I passed out?"

He sighed. "24 days."

Just then, nurse pony walked in. "Oh, I see you're up! We'll get a doctor to come in and check on you." She rushed out in an instant.

After she left, I reacted to his statement. "24 days..." I muttered under my breath. I finally spoke up. "Why would I be out for so long?"

"The doctor said you had some pretty bad brain damage. They tried a new surgery on you, and the recovery time was much longer than expected. They never even knew if you were gonna come out of that coma..." He shuddered, staring at his hooves the entire time.

"Wait-- does that mean-- I'm BALD?" Of course I couldn't reach up, I was almost in a body bind on this stupid stretcher. My head hurt terribly. I didn't know much,  but I knew a mare without hair... Was a very uncommon thing.

He bit his lip and nodded. "They had to shave it off for surgery."

I sighed. I woke up from almost a month in a coma, and I don't even get to know what my hair looks like...

"Hey Carrot?" He suddenly became alert. "What did my hair look like before it was shaved off?"

He turned slightly 'pink', which just resulted in him looking oranger. "Ummm... It was curly, big, and bouncy. It was a cotton-candy colored pink, and had a darker tone to it. It always bounces whenever you jump up and down, which usually happens when you're happy or excited. I suppose I should just stop there."

For some reason, I actually enjoyed him describing me. It was kind of an odd sensation. "No," I smiled, "Do go on."

"Well, umm..." He obviously had not expected this answer. "It matches the color of your eyes..."

I just realized then, I had no idea what I looked like. Seriously, I hadn't remembered anything, ever. And I definitely hadn't moved to a mirror anytime recently. "What DO I look like?"

He turned... Oranger. "Well, you're this indescribable cerulean color. It's a bit lighter than that, but, it's still different. I like that color. You're really short, but I don't mind shortness at all. And you aren't the skinniest pony ever, but why does that matter? It doesn't. You're actually a really pretty mare, Cup."

Someone knock me out again, this dorky colt had a crush on me. I decided to voice my opinion. "Wait-- do your have a crush on me?"

He was shocked by this question, and totally unprepared, like other questions. "Well, I don't like to think I do. And even if I did, I respect you too much to do anything about it. You probably wouldn't want me to do anything anyways. I just... Don't know, okay?" He seemed totally honest, which I thought was weird. Maybe he was still trying to talk to the old Cup. Maybe she had a crush on him too.

I actually thought about myself having a crush on him.

I laughed, I thought I deserved a lot better, to the bottom of my heart.