Twilight Sparkle was the first one to find out the terrible news. She was working on a special new type or teleportation spell in her home, when Spike almost scared her when he unintentionally walked up behind her.
"I got this letter Twilight. I think it's from the Princess." Was all Spike had to say, as he handed her the note. Twilight took it and raised an eyebrow at it. She wasn't expecting anything from Princess Celestia today. She wondered what could have possibly been the reason for this. She unwrapped the neat bow from around the letter with her magic and opened it. She only read the first few words:
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
There has been an accident, it's about Pinkie Pie...she's currently at the Ponyville hospital, although-
Twilight stopped reading, she wasn't sure if she wanted to actually read the rest. Her heart had stopped. She bolted out the door, headed to the hospital, letting the unread note float gently to the floor.
What could have possibly have happened to Pinkie... Her eyes started to water a little bit at the thought of Pinkie getting hurt. Twilight's pessimism had started to cloud her mind, and she couldn't seem to get the bad thoughts out of her head. She was sure Pinkie Pie was fine. She's always fine, and happy and laughing. She couldn't imagine...
The Ponyville hospital wasn't very far from her house, and it had only taken her a few minutes to get there. Although it seemed like an eternity. She rushed in the door, panting and wheezing heavily. She stopped in front of the receptionist, who was currently taking a phone call. She noticed Twilight's eagerness and quickly ended her call before asking: "Hello there, what can I do for you?"
Twilight took a second to catch her breathe before responding. She really shouldn't have ran here that fast. She knew Pinkie was probably fine anyways. Well, better safe than sorry...
"I'm here to see...Pinkie Pie?" Twilight said in-between wheezes. The receptionist took out a clipboard and looked at it for a brief moment, scanning for Pinkie's information. She let out an audible gasp, before looking at Twilight compassionately.
"Room 117. Second floor. There is an elevator down the hall to the left." The receptionist said to her. Twilight thanked her and walked down the hallway to the elevator. She scanned the hospital interior: White. Almost everything was white. The walls, the doors, even the floor. The only things that weren't white were the randomly scattered paintings of very serene things that she passed by every now and then, such as flowers and sunsets. Doctors must do that for a reason, maybe to calm down nervous or frightened ponies and foals Twilight deduced. It also seemed to calm her down as well, although she wasn't sure if it was for the same reasons.
She hopped into the elevator, instantly pressing the button for the second floor. She was the only pony inside the elevator at the time. Calming elevator music played from the speaker above her. Hm, Ponyville Philharmonic? Twilight guessed. She wasn't sure.
The elevator beeped as it quickly reached the second floor, the doors in front of her opening up, she promptly walked out and surveyed her surroundings, searching for room number 117. The one nearest her right was 128. She turned and walked down the opposite way down the hall.
120...119...118...
117
Twilight stood there outside of Pinkie's hospital door, somewhat afraid to walk in. She was afraid of what she might see. She had no idea what even put her in the hospital in the first place, but she was still nervous. She took a deep breathe before walking in.
What she saw made her heart drop.
Pinkie Pie was lying there on the hospital bed unmoving. Her mane was surprisingly flat, and seaweed-like. Twilight had only seen her hair like that only once before, and the circumstances for that weren't as good either. Her hooves were placed at her sides, outside the covers that was placed over the lower portion of her body. There was a heart monitor that continuously beeped like a metronome.
Twilight also saw the large bandage over her forehead and chest.
"Pinkie?" Twilight asked her. Her only response was silence. Twilight hadn't really expected an answer in the first place.
Twilight walked over to the broken mare in the hospital bed. Tears forming in her eyes. What happened to you... Was all she could think to herself.
She stood at the side of Pinkie Pie's bed.
"Pinkie..." She felt her body breaking down. Like she just wanted to cry on the ground below her. But she didn't. She knew she would be alright...sort of.
No! I can't think like that! She argued with herself. Trying to keep her pessimistic side at bay.
"What happened to you..." Twilight continued to question the unconscious mare, never receiving any sort of response.
Memories of Pinkie flooded her head. What would life be like without Pinkie? She couldn't imagine it. Life wouldn't be the same without Pinkie there being...well, Pinkie. The fluffy pink pony would pop out at literally the most random times. Twilight was surprised when she found herself smiling as she thought about Pinkie. The things she would say, they always made her smile. Well, Pinkie knew how to make everyone smile. She was a great friend.
Twilight tried to remember the last party the pink pony threw, although she couldn't recall. The wasn't good at keeping up with Pinkie's party antics. She wished that she had had a chance to party with her before. She'd been invited a few times, but she'd never actually danced and partied with Pinkie Pie before. It made Twilight feel like crying again, she missed a memory that she could have had with the pony. She couldn't believe herself. She were indeed good friends, but Twilight still wasn't the 'partying' type. So she would refuse party invitations often, giving Pinkie lame excuses such as "I have to organize the library." or "I'm in the middle of reading this new book that I really want to finish, maybe next time."
But there never was a next time.
That realization made tears start falling down Twilight's face. And now, she might be gone for good...
Twilight took Pinkie's hoof and started to rub it.
"Pinkie. I'm so sorry..." Twilight wanted to let out all the words that she was thinking, but the words were finding it difficult to leave her mouth. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm so sorry..."
Twilight's tears made a soft Droop noise as they hit the ground, which was the only other noise in the room except for the hypnotizing sound of the heart monitor.The sun began to peer out from behind the clouds, letting a nice ray of sunshine into the room, hitting Twilight and Pinkie. Twilight felt like the sun was trying to send her a message from Celestia. She couldn't really make it out, but she felt as if it was trying to say "It's not your fault."
"I know I'm not the one that caused this upon her, but...in some way, I feel like a terrible friend..." Twilight sobbed, covering her face with her forearm. The suns rays disappeared behind another cloud, leaving the room dark, and very dreary.
"What happened to you Pinkie..."
No response, just barely audible breathing.
Twilight felt like hitting her head into a wall. She knew a thing or two about comas, how they can take from hours, to years to snap out of. She couldn't stand to have to see Pinkie in here for a year. Maybe longer.
Everyone around Ponyville would miss her. She was friends with every pony after all.
What about Pound and Pumpkin Cake? They practically grew up with Pinkie Pie, how will they react...Poor kids. Twilight assumed that Mr. and Mrs. Cake would be just as upset as the kids. Twilight imagined the kids, crying because they want to play with Pinkie Pie. But she never came. They never saw her again. Leaving them to wonder as they grew up, 'What happened to their favorite foal sitter?
Twilight hoped she didn't have to tell the family that Pinkie was in the hospital in the first place. She didn't feel like breaking the bad news to anyone at all.
"Pinkie, I'm so sorry, about not coming to your parties. If I ever seemed like a...jerk..." Twilight started to beat up on herself. "Please...just hang in there." More tears started to fall on the ground, and also wetting Pinkie's sheets unintentionally.
Twilight thought about the last time they even spoke with Pinkie.
~*~*~
It was yesterday. She thinks. She had stopped over her house. Actually, she just appeared out of nowhere. Twilight had thought for a moment that she had came from the ceiling.
"Hi Twilight!" Pinkie said in that high and cheery voice of hers. Twilight jumped a few feet in the air. She was still working on that teleportation spell. Pinkie had frightened her right as she was getting ready to test it out, and accidentally teleported herself high into the air. She landed on the floor with an "OOMPH".
"Oops! Sorry!" She apologized, that big grin of hers still on her face.
"Ouch...it's fine, don't worry about it." Twilight said, this was the moment when she wondered how the hay Pinkie had even gotten into her library in the first place.
"Yay! So whatcha doin'?" Pinkie said quickly. She was still as hyper as always. Twilight wondered what exactly gave her all of her energy. Helping out at Sugarcube Corner maybe?
"I'm trying to work on a new teleportation spell! And so far it's not going too good..." Twilight responded, looking at the ground disappointedly. Pinkie appeared at her immediate side and tried to cheer her up.
"Don't worry! You'll get it eventually! Just like the time I tried to make muffins! I'm not used to making muffins, usually cupcakes, but we ran out of ingredients yesterday and I was really sad, so I tried to make muffins instead. Have you ever noticed how much harder it is to do than making cupcakes? I didn't, but now I sure do! Oh but when they were all done, boy! Were they yummy! I ate them all in just a few minutes by myself! I might have to make muffins later! What would happen if your tried to mix a cupcake and a muffin together?" Pinkie suddenly paused her onslaught of words and pondered this for a second, leaving the two in an awkward silence. "Oh, silly me! That's probably just be a regular cupcake! Except it wouldn't be a cupcake but a cuppin maybe? Or a mufficake? Ooooh those both sound delicious..."
Twilight couldn't help but smile and roll her eyes. "Okay Pinkie, can we save this for later? I need to finish working on this spell." Twilight said, picking up her instruction book that had fallen to the floor when Pinkie had scared her just a moment ago.
"Oh sure! I'm going to stop by Applejack's and Rarity's to see what they are up to! See ya later alligator!" Pinkie said, before seeming to disappear into thin air.
"She's getting crazier by the minute" Twilight chuckled to herself.
~*~*~
When Twilight snapped out of her daydream, she was smiling again. The tears that were falling down her face had stopped. She got onto her feet and stared at Pinkie Pie, who was still lying there, and not showing any signs of improvement. "Pinkie, please, don't give up. I know you're stronger than this. You can make it through this, I know you can."
Twilight stood there for what seemed like a few good minutes before she looked at the clock. It was almost seven o'clock. She had spent a whole two hours there, although she wasn't surprised. She decided to head home, visiting hours were almost over anyways, and she needed to let Pinkie Pie rest also.
Twilight walked out of the room, turning around and looking back at her one last time a moment before she walked into the hallway, just in case this is the last time she would actually see her again. Twilight reminded herself for the final time not to think like that.
She had hope for Pinkie.
She knew she would make it.
Her Pinkie Senses told her so.