Waiting. That's all you can do in a hospital. Wait. All around me there are ponies dressed hoof-to-muzzle in medical gowns and nurse outfits. Their hoofs clopping on the white tiled flour was the only thing breaking the awkward silence between me and the rest of my family members. I had my gazed fixed on the window as to avoid eye contact. It was a awful weather, it had rained from the start of the day.
"Looks like the pegisi are being kept busy today, eh?" my younger brother said trying to break the silence. I responded by nodding my head. I didn't want to speak for fear of upsetting anyone else. I could my father's gaze fixed on me, he was just waiting of an excuse to yell at me.
The soft pitter-patter of raining hitting the window pane made for an almost soothing sound. I could hear myself breathing. I could feel my heart rate slowing. How much longer am I going to have to wait? I thought to myself. I broke my gaze from the window, passing over my father towards the clock. I stayed staring at it, 6:25pm. I just watched as the small hand ticked by second by second.
"Staring at the clock wont help." my father said in a surprisingly calm voice. I exhaled deeply, then nodded in acknowledgement.
"You know, you don't have to stay quiet Trusty?" my younger brother announced, ruffling my brown mane slightly. I turned and smiled at him,
"But the last time I opened my mouth, I said something I never meant to say..." I replied looking back out of the window.
"Yeah, like you wish you had never been born from such a bucked-up mother!" my father scolded loud enough that the entire ward heard him. Nurses and doctors passing by stopped and looked before carrying on with their duties.
"I-I ne-never meant to-" I stuttered before being cut off,
"What? You never meant it to come it like that?! Yeah right, I've heard that one before. What about that time you called her a un-trustable wh-" He exclaimed, I cut him off before he could repeat what I have previously said.
"I said I was sorry!" I defended.
My younger brother never liked it when ponies shouted and began curling up into a ball over the couch. My dad saw this and decided to blame me for it.
"Look! You're scaring your younger brother!" He announced. Just before I could further defend myself a couple of security officers arrived.
"Right! Both of you, calm down! There are some very sick and injured ponies in here and if you cannot be quiet I will have to remove you both." He commanded. I nodded and slumped back into my seat. My father remained stood up, next to the reception desk, never breaking his stare.
My little brother was shaking from the shouting, he scooted closer to me.
"You know I don't like it when you and dad shout at each other, Trusty. Why did you have to-" He began welling up, I could see the tears at the corner of his eye. I wrapped my hooves around him and patted him on the back.
"You know I wouldn't shout unless I had to Silver. It's just sometimes a man has to defend his actions." I reassured him, giving him a smile to try and lighten his mood.
A nurse came out from a set of oak wooden doors and called out for us. My little brother immediately jumped up and darted towards the door. He was followed swiftly by my father. I slumped out of the chair, dropping on to my hoofs and trotting my way to the door.
"Room 4-C" the nurse said as I passed through the doors.
"Thanks" I said. She then walked through the double doors into the reception area. She has a fine flank on her. I thought to myself . I shook the thought out of my head and proceeded down the hallway. I trot passed the different doors until I found myself outside door 4-C.
I slowly creaked open the door, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. after I had fully opened it, my mother was lying there unconscious. My father turned, noticing me, I could see all the anger drain from his face. I turned and looked at my little brother, he was quietly sobbing next to her. My dad began to trot over to me, I braced myself for another barrage of abuse. I was surprise when he wrapped his hoofs around me and began rubbing my back to comfort me. I had never seen my father like this before. I could feel myself welling up. I then wrap my hoofs around him, giving him a brief pat on the back.
"D-do you t-think she'll be o-ok?" I nervously asked fighting back a tear. My father responded by kissing my on the forehead and ruffling my mane.
"I-I don't know..." his stammered. His normally strong, deep voice replaced with one full of fear and doubt.
"C'mon dad, you know mum. She made of stranger stuff. I know she'll be fine." I sobbed, trying to remain resolute.
My little brother could hear us, whilst we had been talking he trotted up to my mother and was nuzzling her muzzle.
"Wake up mum, it's me. Silver." he said, trying to fight back his emotions. I took my hooves from around my dad and he wiped away a tear from my left eye. I smiled as he did it. Making him smile.
"You know I'm not mad at you don't you Trusty?" he assured me. I nodded. I trotted past him and towards my little brother. He was continuing to nuzzle her.
"Silver?" I said trying to get his attention. He ignored me, trying desperately to try and wake mother up. I wrapped on hoof around him. He glanced back and me,
"Will sh-she ever wake up? he asked, fighting back emotions.
"Yes. Yes she will Silver." I said as confidently as I could. He hopped down from her bed and trotted towards my dad who was sitting on a chair trying to compose himself.
I trotted up close to my mothers side, the beeping of the heart-beat monitor was the only sound I could hear. I took a deep breath. I picked up her left hoof in both of mine. I could feel her warmth. She looked so peaceful lying there. For the first time in her life she looked calm, she wasn't worrying about me, my two other brother's or my dad. She looked peaceful. As I stood there holding her hoof and thinking back to all the times she's been there for me and I have shown no respect for her. What kind of son does that to their own mother?! I thought, scolding myself. At this point I was about to break down.
"Mu-mum, I d-don't know if you c-can hear me, but if y-you can, I-I just want to say..." I stopped for a second to take a deep breath to calm my nerves.
"I-I'm s-sorry. I have never meant anything I have said to you or about you. There is only one thing I have said that I mean..." I couldn't control my emotions anymore. I broke down. I dropped to my mothers side and began crying.
"I love you..."