Trixie wanted to get out of bed and get back on the road. More importantly, she wanted to leave Ponyville. Especially after the impression she made the last time she was here.
However, she saw the condition of her body and especially the huge stitches.
The doctor's note advised her not to do anything extreme for a lease a few months, otherwise, her stitches will come undone.
That would mean being helpless on the road, or showing the audience a gory show they won't forget.
Trixie was stuck here for a while.
Spike came in the room holding a tray table. He wordlessly put the tray table on her bed then left. Trixie saw what was on the table, it was a bowl full of tomato bisque along with two slices of toasted garlic bread and a glass of water.
Trixie did not know what to think about him.
She tried to wrap her head around what he said, he found her and saved her when she was on the brink of death.
Why though ...
A memory came back to her, a memory of her making Spike into a basketball and shooting him through a hoop.
Trixie sighed as she facehoofed herself "great" she muttered
"And I didn't even thank him either"
Trixie sighed and thoughtlessly stir her bisque.
'I wonder if he made this? '
Her stomach grumbled in hunger.
Trixie leaned her muzzle close to it. It was a habit that she did every time she got food that wasn't prepared by herself. It wasn't that she didn't trust them. It just that ever since she read an article in a Las Pegasus newspaper, about a scorned magician food poisoning another. Trixie made sure she was extra cautious.
Trixie gave the soup a good whiff, she was taken back. Ever since she was a filly the one thing she always wanted do, was to eat in either, four-star or five-star restaurant. The soup smelled like what she always imagined it would smell like in a five-star. Trixie's horn instead of glowing, small sparks of magic came out of it.
Trixie let out a long sigh, she tried to recall if she remembered how to eat like an Earth pony. She hesitantly used the tip of her hoof to move her spoon.
Then she took both of her hooves and grasped the spoon. She used the spoon to shovel soup and tried to feed herself.
The spoon did not finish its' journey to her mouth. Instead, the spoon fumbled out of her hooves, then spilled the small amount of hot liquid all over her chest.
Trixie's reaction to the spill was to scream and then sit up quickly, making all of the soup to spill all over her. Trixie was mostly cover by blankets, so the rest of the soup did not go directly on her body. However, she still felt the hot soup on her, so she rolled into the floor, landing on her side, and laid there.
She tried then failed to get up.
Spike quickly came into the room "Trixie what's..."
It was then Trixie started to cry hysterically, she didn't even know why she was crying, she just was.
"Shhh, shh it's okay" Spike calmly said patting her back.
Trixie never felt so vulnerable and helpless in her life. She was used to being a one-pony band, everything had to be taken care of by her and her alone. There wasn't anyone but herself to rely on.
Spike silently took a warm wet towel and wiped her stained coat. Trixie felt so embarrassed that she didn't even look at him. Her stomach let out a loud growl.
Spike helped her to her hooves but she collapsed on the floor, days of inactivity catching up to her.
He then helped her to bed, all the sheets that were stained was tossed to the floor, so she lay on a naked bed.
Trixie left feeling beyond humiliated wishing she had sheets to hide in.
She felt exposed letting anyone see her like this, she was strong... she had to be strong, they weren't here anymore.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
Spike came with another bowl of soup putting it on a normal tray. he climbed on one side of the bed. she sat up straight, staring at him.
"Would you like me to feed you?"
Trixie gave it some thought, she really didn't. This was adding even more shame to her pride. But then again did she want the soup to fall on all over her again.
She sat up and surrendered nodding in approval. So he grabbed the soup bowl with one claw and kneeled by the side of the bed.
He took the spoon with the other claw and filled it with the soup bringing it close to her lips.
Trixie gave him a look of hesitation, her face suddenly feeling hot. Even if she gave him permission for this her stubbornness was preventing her from submitting.
"Don't make me do airplane noises." said Spike smirkingly
That got a chuckle out of her
"There is nothing wrong with getting help Trixie, it doesn't make you weak. I want to help you recover, so you can get back on the road" Spike genuinely said.
"I'm sure you want to as well, but if you want to recover fast, you're going to have to let me help you ."
"I mean you fought against a chimera for Luna's sake! So it's time for the heroine to rest after an epic fight like that... right?"
Trixie felt her muzzle turn even hotter 'A heroine? Me? But I'm just an entertainer... he thinks I'm a heroine? Noone has ever thought of me like that.'
"Besides it's only temporary, you'll get back on the road again and won't need my help anymore."
He was right, she was being silly. After all, she was helpless after she fought that chimera her life was in his hoov..ah claws.
He could have left her there to die, he had ever right to. But he made sure she got help. She was alive and breathing now because of him.
What was that old saying? 'Pride comes before a fall?'
She let her lips part, Spike let the spoonful of soup into her mouth.
When the taste of the soup hit her tongue, she thought she heard her whole mouth sing in joy.
"Whoa!" Trixie said flabbergasted
"What? Is it that bad?"
Trixie was at loss of words unsure what to even say to what she just tasted.
"Huh, I always thought my cooking was good. I guess I'll get you something from a nearby cafe'. "
She couldn't let such a culinary masterpiece slip away from her.
"No, wait! Please." trying her hardest not to sound desperate
"It's good, really good" as that came out of her mouth, she wished she said it was more than good. To even label what she tasted as good was an insult.
"Thanks" Spike said modestly
So Spike helped Trixie finish the bowl, as well as a second one.
Trixie fell asleep, happily digesting the ambrosia she received.