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// Meeting Lonely 
// Story: What Shouldn't Be... 
// by ONWARD_Conwardicus 
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“How’s he doing, Doc?” Twilight asked. She stood waiting outside the emergency room with the doctor that had looked at meteor pony (That’s what she decided to call him for now). She had taken him to the hospital straight away, with the help of some others. His front right leg was bent at an odd angle, and is horn was cracked in two places. He had remained unconscious all the way to the hospital, and remained so through the viewing window, where a heart rate monitor was hooked up to him.

“He may not be…” the doctor started out before changing his mind. “Well, his leg needed a splint because it was broken, and some of the bruises may leave permanent marks. Brain activity is somehow regular, but I expect him to be in here for at least two and a half weeks at the least. He will need rehabilitation services to walk again. Now if you don’t mind me asking, you said he crashed through your ceiling?”

Twilight sighed. She had been answering these types of questions since she got here. “Yes. He crashed into my house, I don’t know his name, he only said “Help me” so far, and no, he doesn’t have a cutie mark.”

“Well, that answers some questions I both did and didn’t have,” the doctor said. “But one more question. Who are his relatives? I can’t find any record of him of anywhere in ten miles of here. Reports are still coming in, but so far the results look bleak.”

That's weird. Meteor pony isn’t from around here?.  “I don’t know,” Twilight restated. “I just met him.”

“Ah, well then why don’t you talk to him?” the doctor suggested.

Twilight gave this a thought. She had experienced boredom enough today, and she didn’t have any plans that were going to keep her from that.

“He will want to say thank you,” The doctor explained. “You saved his life by bringing him here. I’m sure he’ll want to see you eventually.”

The doctor was right. She should talk to meteor pony. She told the doctor, “I think will,” and entered the room.

She saw that meteor pony was still unconscious upon looking at the bed. She trotted up to him and took a good look. He was indeed light brown, and his black mane seemed even blacker because of the white filled room he was in. She checked his body again and there was still no cutie mark. And his hair seemed really glossy too. Sort of like a foal’s hair. She touched the hair on his arm softly, and found it to be the softest hair she had felt.

He coughed, and she withdrew her hoof quickly. He slowly opened his eyes and moaned. When they were halfway open, his eyelids stopped moving and his pupils set on Twilight. He made a faint smile and whispered, “You… You saved me.” Twilight blushed. She had saved plenty of other ponies’ lives before, but never before so on such a personal level. So she kept silent while he continued talking. “I can’t believe I’m alive. I was in so much pain back there, and you brought me here. Thank you.”

Twilight’s blush got deeper. “It was nothing. Anypony would’ve done what I did,” she muttered.

Meteor pony laughed with little energy, or as much as he could muster. Twilight couldn’t tell. “Maybe, but you still did it,” he croaked. The doctor entered the room at this point, but neither of them noticed. His eyes looked her over and he whispered, “It would be nice… to know your name, and not just keep calling you ‘you’.”

Twilight didn’t see why not. She offered a hoof, remembered the state he was in, and put it down saying, “I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

Meteor pony’s smile widened. “Twilight Sparkle,” he repeated. “That’s a fitting name.” At that, Twilight dipped her head in embarrassment, face nearly red. “I’m Lonely,” he stated.

Twilight looked up at him with puzzlement on her face. Then Lonely coughed and said, “Sorry, the painkiller is still in me. I meant to say I’m Lon Lee. As in, my name is Lon Lee.” Twilight’s face returned to normal, he yawned and continued talking. “I think I’ll go back to being unconscious again. So thanks again. Twilight Sparkle.” At that he closed his eyes and his breathing slowed, with the faint smile still on his face.