Icing On The Cake

I laid in the hospital bed that night, thinking about what went through my mind.

The doctor told me I had hit my head extremely hard, hard enough to damage the connections in my brain badly, even to forget a lifelong friend. The reason I was in a coma was because my brain was fixing itself, and they had no idea how long it would take to fix itself. They had tried a new surgery on me, trying to at least to repair the most simple of connections, such as breathing and heart beat, and it worked, but took significantly longer than they had thought for me to recover. Then the doctor hit me with the news: I pretty much had died. They thought my head hit one of the  steps leading to his door, since his kitchen window was right next to it. He said they didn't know if my memory would ever come back, and if it did, they didn't know how soon.

"Brain science is a very tricky subject, since we know nearly nothing about it," his voice repeated in my broken head. He also went on to talk about that by telling past memories, it could also trigger something in my brain for all of the rest of them.

Carrot stayed by me the entire night. He actually was sleeping in the small chair next to my bed. It wasn't meant to be a bed, it was hardly even a chair. We talked and laughed, and he shared stories about us the entire night. He left around dinner time to make me something and to get some old photos of us.

He returned with a piping-hot home style dinner, and a large stack of photos. "I got these off of your bedroom wall." He flipped through a few. He got to one, and laughed, very hard.

"What was that one?" I asked with my mouth stuffed full, which probably wasn't very ladylike.

He flipped the picture around to show me. It was three fillies, all laughing in a very dirty kitchen. One of them looked like a much younger Carrot, and I presumed one was myself, and there was a third colt, kind of cubby, and a tannish color, with a curly chocolate mane and tail to match. He was kind of covered in a batter. "Who's he?" I pointed to him.

He laughed. "That's Fanny Pack, our other compadre! He's kind of a klutz." He laughed again. "Well, more so than you."

He talked all night. The doctor let me sit up, so we could at least have a normal conversation. I listened well, maybe these past memories would trigger something. I asked questions all the time.

At one point close to midnight, I finally asked the question: "So where's my family?"

"Well, they came in about a week ago. They said they were going on a 10 day trip back to Prance."

"They just left without me? Didn't even care? Some family I have..."

"Yeah, they were going to go for you, since you were born there, and they just left anyways. I'm supposed to send a letter. I have no idea where though."

I quickly got off the subject. I knew they would eventually come back for me. Obviously. They were my family, they wouldn't just leave me...

He started going back to his stories, and we were laughing again within minutes. I think he always just had that effect on me. I kind of liked it.

He had an infectious laugh, along with a stunning smile. His pistachio colored eyes sparkled whenever he laughed as well, or he remembered another memory.

"Hey, do I have a coltfriend?" I wondered that. He never mentioned anything about that. If he was my best friend, he would know something about that.

"No, you don't currently. I don't know if you have a crush on anyone, I don't think you did. If you did, you probably came over to tell me. It sounds like something you would do."

"Nobody? Dang..." I don't know why I was depressed by this. I think the thought of someone being there for me was kind of nice.

I quickly got over that too. I'm sure I knew someone who knew who I liked. If I liked someone. Maybe there was just nobody in... Ponyville, did he call it? Maybe there was nobody there for me. Maybe there was gonna be somepony somewhere else.

I stared at Carrot. He was already a tall, lanky pony as its was, and the small chair only made it seem worse. He was curled up into a ball, completely asleep. But he had this faint smile on his face. It made me smile that I could see somepony so happy in such a situation, even with the option of going home and sprawling out on his own bed.

Nurse pony walked in quietly, noticing he was asleep.

"Poor colt, he's been here since he dropped you off." She looked at him with a bit of pity.

"Wait- he's been since I got here?"

"Honey, he was the one who brought you here!"

"Really?"

"Yep. Do you need anything? It's kind of a crazy hour. Two in the morning."

Carrot stirred.

"I'm good, but is it possible to get this guy a blanket?"

She shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid I can only give them to patients."

"I understand. I don't need anything, thanks though."

She slipped back out to the hallway.

I looked at my blanket at the end of my bed. I wasn't using it, I already had three of them. I was actually kind of hot, now I thought of it.

I tried extending my hind legs to reach it, so I could pick it up with them. I started lifting it up, and it fell the other way.

"Dang it..." I whispered. I leaned forward, to where it almost hurt my head. I was going to get this blanket for this colt who did a lot for me already. I owed him this much.

It was just out of my grasp. Dang it, I thought I was taller... I kept reaching. I finally caught the end of it.

As I unfolded it, I draped it across him. He curled in closer, it was kind of really cute (but definitely not in a weird way) and I kind of smiled.

I finally decided it was time to actually attempt to sleep.

He shifted once more. I'm pretty sure he was deep in his sleep, but maybe I'm just crazy, but I heard, subconsciously, a very small,

"Thanks Cup."