Rebuilding Memories

I woke up as early as possible. I was going down to the hospital, but it was too early. Plus, she was going to be getting the brain scans, so why did I bother deciding to be awake. I tried to fall back asleep, but could not. So, I decided to wait. It felt like forever for an hour to past on by. Waiting a few more hours, would feel like an eternity.

While I was waiting, I sat on my piano that was collecting dust. When was the last time I used this thing? Playing music was something that I did in a time of sadness and anger. Ever since what happened to Scootaloo, I have gone through a lot of depression. I decided to write a song in Scootaloos honor. I was thinking of playing it for her after everything returns to normal. I decided to write some of the song. Those words were some of the thoughts I was having when she lost all memory of me.

The song started in a C Key. After 30 minutes, I figured the song was going to have more of a slower pace that had a buildup to it. The buildup soon lead into the chorus.

After some of the song was wrote, I wrote some lyrics. I didn't get to much, but I got something. These were hopefully the final words for the beginning of the song:

Scootaloo

I need your more right now than I ever knew

I need your help, yes, I really do

They say that God has a plan, but this does not seem like one

Those were all the lyrics I got before not being able to come up with anymore. So, I got off the piano. I didn't like to spend too much time on it cause I have more to do in my life than being artistic. So, I just sat around for a few hours. I also had some breakfast before heading over to the hospital.

Once I got to the hospital, I entered the building as quickly as I could and I rushed to Scootaloo’s room. Multiple doctors exited the room by the time that I arrived. I wondered what the issue was, and tried to head in. Quickly, I was stopped and the doctors told me that Scootaloo just suffered a seizure. They looked very worried and all I wanted to do was go into the room. But I had to keep my calm cool and wait for them to finish what they were doing.

The wait seemed forever. All the time I was waiting, I had the terrible thoughts cross my mind. What if she is dead I thought. What if the seizure made her lose her memory of me again? What if this makes her unable to remember me at all? Soon, after roughly around 5 minutes of waiting, I was able to see her. So I walked down with the doctor.

I looked at him and asked with a bit of sadness in my voice, “You ran the brain test right?”

“Ya,”the doctor said.

“And.”

“Well, what would you like to know?”

“What did her brain test show?”

“I can’t answer the such a broad question.”

“Well, is her brain fully healed?”

“She is getting there.”

“How much longer till her brain is fully healed.”

“I don’t have an exact answer.”

“Well, can you tell me how much longer.”

“I don’t think that you would want the answer.”

“Just tell me how long!”

“I really don’t...”

“Just please tell me! I need to know if she is going to get anymore seizures. For I am about to be her parent. Look, I was about to adopt her before her hitting her head. I am still going to adopt her. Just tell me how long.”

“Ok, I will. Look. It is really hard to predict these things. I am feeling that she will not have her brain fully healed in around a few years. She hit her head really hard. If you are going to be her parent, you’re going to need to bring her in every other day for the next few months. Than you would soon need to bring her in every week and soon every month. It takes time to heal the brain. Anyways, you can talk to us about it a bit later, Scootaloo has been looking forward to seeing you.”

“She remembers me?”

“Yes, she does. She seems to have remembered you fully. You can go on...”

“Thank you!” I thank happily. I dash into the room as quick as I can. Scootaloo is laying on the bed. She looks up and sees me. Her grin was the biggest I see in a long time. Tears stream from her eyes.

Before she started crying a lot, “Dash!”

“Scootaloo!” I cried and went to give her a huge hug.

“Rainbow Dash. How could I have ever forgotten about you!” she continues to cry

“Doesn’t matter. Your memory is back, we can leave this hospital and then you can become my daughter.”

“Daughter!”

“Ya. I mean, I know that was a bit soon, but don’t you want to be my daughter?”

“YES!” Scootaloo cried. The doctor then walked in. She removed Scootaloo’s IV. Scootaloo looked at the doctor and asked, “I can go home?!”

“Yes you can. Just, as long as you come back here twice a day for awhile, you can leave the hospital,” she said.

“Finally, I can stretch my wings.” she said back.

“Scootaloo, with you having your seizure, you cannot fly for about a month.”

“What?!” Scootaloo asked.

“I’m sorry Scootaloo, you just hit your head and had a seizure. You can’t fly when you brain hasn’t had anytime to heal,” the doctor explained.

“But...”

“I’m sorry Scootaloo, no flying. Do you want to end up back in the hospital with another concussion and end up dead?”

“No.”

“No flying then.” The doctor walked out of the room. He looked at me, “Make sure she doesn’t fly.” I nod my head as he walks away from the room. Scootaloo cried a bit and I comforted her. Soon, after she calmed down, we went to the front desk to sign her out and get our next appointment.

While walking out, she asked, “So, when are you going to adopt me?”

“Soon. I just need to fill out some paperwork, and you can live with me.”

“Thank you so much!”

“No, thank you.”

“Wait, why are you thanking me? You’re the amazing one.”

“Because I really had no meaning in my life till I met you.”

“Thanks m-m-m... Can I call you mom?”

“Of course you can. Or you can call me Dash if you want to. Or Rainbow Dash. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

“I think I’m going to call you mom from now on.” she spoke. We got to the front desk. I asked to sign out Scootaloo.

As soon as I signed out, she told me, “Tomorrow, we would like to see Scootaloo at 8 A.M and also 4:00 P.M for the next 7 days."

"O.K," I say. Scootaloo head out of the hospital. I decide to take Scootaloo home, give her a tour, and than once it hits night time adopt her. After adopting her, I hoped for many days to come.