//------------------------------// // Get Well Soon // Story: A Spark of Magic // by Rammstein45 //------------------------------// (CHAPTER 10) GET WELL SOON A rumble of thunder rolled through the hospital room that early morning. The sound of heavy rain soon followed. "What in Luna's name..." Sparks took in a deep breath as his blue eyes fluttered open. It was still early making the amount of light in his room at a minimum. He looked around and saw that nothing looked familiar. This wasn't his room at all. Next he felt a sharp ping of pain shoot through his head. The more alert he became, the more his injuries made themselves known. He had a terrible headache, and he felt the stinging blisters scattered over his body. The pyro pony felt like a firework had gone off to close to him. As his senses returned and the more alert he became, he took notice of the light beeping of a heart monitor. He looked over and saw all of his vitals flashing in green lettering on a black screen. He looked down at his arm and saw an I.V. line hooked into himself. His thoughts returned. “The fire.” He was trapped while trying to save Trixie's cloak and hat. He remembered lying on the floor surrounded by burning debris before finally being lifted away to safety by Firecracker. He felt another ping of pain stab through his head. He winced and tried to lift his hoof up to rub his temple and numb the pain. He felt resistance. He looked down and saw an icy blue hoof holding his. He then took notice of the frost silver mane lying on his blanket. The thought instantly clicked in his head, "Trixie". "OOH~!" Sparks blurted out in shock as he realized who was sleeping at his bedside. The sudden jolt made the pain in his head return with force. Using his free hoof he brought it up to his temple and tried to rub the pain away. It did little to help. Hearing the commotion, and the sound of the quicken beeps of the heart monitor, Trixie stirred from her slumber. She slowly sat up with her mane frazzled and slowly rubbed her sleepy eyes with her hoof. "Sparks?" She murmured, "How are you? Are you feeling alright?" The stallion allowed himself to relax. Now that he was becoming more alert of his surroundings and what was going on, he could focus. He looked into Trixie's amethyst eyes and said back with a very raspy voice, "I don't know." It almost burned his throat to talk. "My heads killing me and my lungs feel like they're on fire." Sparks tried to sit up but felt a gentle hoof holding him back. "Relax." Trixie told him calmly. "You need to stay still so you don't make it worse." Her horn began to glow a faint purple and she levitated over a small glass of cool water. She held it up to his lips so he could drink. "Take small sips." The cool water felt wonderful on his sore throat. He took a few small drinks and Trixie set the glass down. "What happened...?" He asked. I remember the fire, but not much else after…” There was a pause before Trixie spoke. “The roof of Trixie’s caravan fell on you while you were still inside…” Sparks looked at her, he could see the sadness in her eyes. “This is all Trixie’s fault. All because I can’t let go of my past…” Sparks looked over and saw Trixie’s cloak and hat on a small table. Both looked soot covered with singed edges. Sparks forced a small laugh, “Well, at least I got your things for you.” This didn’t seem to help, and Trixie didn’t reply. Before he could apologize, he heard his door open. A doctor walked in. “Oh good, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” Sparks spoke through his raspy voice, “My throat burns, and my head is killing me.” “I’m not surprised.” The doctor told him. “Breathing in all that smoke wasn’t good for your lungs, you’re lucky that your injuries to your lungs weren’t more severe. And you’ll need to get used to those headaches for a few weeks. You got a pretty nasty concussion.” The doctor moved closer and did a quick examination. “How are those burns feeling?” “Not nearly as bad as my head is right now.” he groaned. “Well let’s see if there’s something I can do for that headache.” The doctor read over a chart and said, “I’m going to give you some medicine that will help with the concussion and help you sleep a little easier while you heal. Just so you’re aware, one of the side effects of this medicine is full body chills. Ponies who get the side effect say it feels like no matter what they do, they can’t get warm. If it happens then there‘s really nothing you can do other than let them run their course.” “That’s fine.” Sparks said weakly. “As long as it takes this headache away I won’t complain.” “Alright, I’ll get you a weeks worth of doses, and we can get you sent on your way. Now as for your throat and lungs, those will heal on their own. Until then, no strenuous activity, especially something that causes rapid breathing, and drink plenty of cool water to help with your throat. Other than that, let‘s get you out of here so you can go home and rest.” ____________________________________________________________________________________ The rain still poured as Sparks was helped to his front door by Firecracker. Both Trixie and Habanero were close behind. Helping his friend through his front gate, Firecracker called out, “Would you believe they kept me there all night? I kept telling them I was fine. Worst nights sleep of my life, that bed was so uncomfortable.” “They were just doing it to make sure you were alright.” Habanero told him. “I was alright. If anything, the only thing bringing me down today is this storm. How about it, Sparks?” Sparks couldn't really come up with a remark. His head was pounding and his body ached. All he managed to say back was, "It's chilly today." "Don't worry about that," Firecracker told him, "We're gonna get you inside and into your warm bed. Can you get the door for us, Hally?" "Sure." She said calmly as she trot passed the two and turned the handle. "You guys really don't need to be doing all this for me..." Sparks told them. "I'm alright." "Mhmm..." Firecracker quipped. "That's why you're stumbling up towards your house like a drunk." Habanero opened the door and set Sparks saddle bags down inside the door. Firecracker then continued, "You need to get inside, and get some rest until you feel better." "But I feel..." "Ahh! Ahh! Don't say it, because you aren't feeling fine. You're going inside right now and you‘re going to take it easy today!" Firecracker then helped his best friend inside his home. "Fine..." Sparks groaned, "I'll see you in the morning then at work." "Ha!" Firecracker laughed, "You wish! You're not allowed anywhere near fireworks until you're feeling better." "But we have a shoot coming up in a week for Featherville! You can't do that by yourself!" Firecracker placed a reassuring hoof on his friends shoulder. "Just relax. I'll take Sawdust with me. He knows enough to help set up and teardown at least. I can set the show off by myself." "What about all the shells I still have to build for our shoot in Shimmerwood for my parents anniversary? I'm already behind on that as it is." "I'll work late until you come back. That'll take care of some of the slack." "But I still need to..." Sparks argued but was cut off. "Well look at the time." Firecracker called out. "I have to get into work before Feather Quill thinks I'm not coming, and Hally has to get her stand opened up. "I can't stay in the house all day!" Sparks protested, "It's like prison!" As Firecracker was walking off to work he called back, "I'd love to help you Sparks but I already left your house!" Sparks let out an audible groan. Habanero walked up to him and said, "He's right, just take it easy. Everything at work will be fine, you don't need to stress yourself even more while you're recovering." His sudden frustration made a sharp stab of pain shoot through his head. He brought a hoof up to rub the uncomfortable feeling away. "Yeah, yeah, I know..." He sighed and turned towards his front door. "Guess I'll go make myself some breakfast then." "Can you make it yourself?" Hally asked him. "You still aren't looking so well. You were stumbling the whole way back to your house." "I'll be alright." Sparks started to walk. Without Firecracker assisting him, he looked like a pony who had one too many hard ciders. His horn began to glow as he attempted to lift his saddlebags inside his entryway. Both girls watched as his magic was barely able to lift even the lightest of objects. Hally sighed and said, "I doubt that, Firecracker was right, you look like a drunk, and you can barely use magic. How do you plan on taking care of yourself when you're like this? Plus I doubt you should be trying to cook while you're recovering. You'll end up hurting yourself even more." Before Sparks could argue back, both he and Habanero heard Trixie blurt out, "Trixie knows how to cook!" A grin came over Habanero's lips. The spicy earth pony perked up and did a few quick hops on her hooves. "Then it's settled!" She chirped, "Trixie, you can watch after Sparks until he's feeling better!" "Huh?..." Sparks blurted out. He could feel his nerves running wild again. He looked back at the two mares. Habanero was positively beaming, while Trixie looked just as shocked by her own words that she had just spoke. Trixie caught herself and said, "That is, if it's alright with you Sparks. I don't want to get in the way while you're recovering." "Of course it's alright with him!" Hally chimed, "He's always alone in that house of his, it'll be good for him to have somepony in there with him for a change." Truth be told, Sparks was thrilled at the offer, but it was his own nerves that he couldn't seem to push away. While he was slowly adjusting to Trixie being near him, they had only been together by themselves at the Gala, in town, and unfortunately at the hospital. He didn't know if he could keep his calm when they were alone together in his house. "No!" He thought. "She's just making sure you're alright while you're recovering, it's not like it's a date or anything." He took in a breath and mustered his courage. "I don't mind." He managed to say. "Then it's decided!" Habanero chirped in her sing song voice. "I'll be in town at the market so if you need anything Trixie, just come and get me." And with that, she walked away at a brisk trot with a sassy grin on her face. "You're welcome Sparks!" She chuckled quietly to herself. With Habanero gone, Trixie turned and walked towards Sparks house. Her horn began to glow and she levitated Sparks saddlebags up onto her back to carry them inside for him. "Let's get you inside before this rainy weather gets you sick." ____________________________________________________________________________________ The sound of rain pelting the roof echoed through Sparks home. Trixie stood in the entryway as Sparks stepped in behind her. "Let me get some lights on." He told her. He looked up at the hanging lanterns and tried to light them with his heat spell. His horn began to glow a pale red then faded. Sparks felt a jolt of pain shoot through his mind like a bad migraine. He tried again, struggling to get himself to focus on the spell. "Here, let Trixie get it." She offered. Sparks shook his head. "It's alright, I can do it." He didn't want to be seen as a complete charity case. He forced his mind clear, and focused on the spell and with a little bit of concentration and luck, he managed to light the lanterns in his hallway. He let out an inaudible sigh. He couldn't believe how much damage one concussion did to his body. Even the smallest of tasks felt like he needed a PHD to simply do them. He looked over at Trixie who still had his saddle bags on her back. "Let me take those for you." He said. She stopped him as her horn began to glow. "It's alright, where do you usually keep them?" "Just on the floor next to the closet is fine." As Trixie set his bags down, he said calmly, "Well make yourself at home. I don't have much since it's just me living here, but you're welcome to help yourself to my books or records. It's really the only entertainment I have." She nodded. "Alright. Why don't you go relax and Trixie will make you something to eat. You have to be hungry after what happened." In his mind he felt incredibly guilty for making Trixie watch after him. He didn't like being a charity case. Still, she did offer to help him and he didn't want her to feel out of place. Without much fight left in him, he gave in and agreed with her. "Alright. I need to get cleaned up anyway. He gave her a reassuring smile and headed for the stairs. "Will you be okay?" She asked? The pyro pony slowly made his way up the stairs and said back, "I'll be alright. Make yourself at home, and help yourself to anything." "Alright, let Trixie know if you need anything." "I will." Trixie watched Sparks disappear to the second floor. She wanted to make sure he didn't have any problems getting up the stairs. Once he was gone, she turned and looked at his home. Sparks kept it very simple as far as furniture went. A simple living room with the basic furniture and a record player for entertainment. She walked inside the room and saw his bookshelf. She walked passed glancing at a few of the titles to see what Sparks interests were other than fireworks. He had a few novels, mostly adventure, and fantasy, even some guides for table top games. There were books on music and concerts, which kind of surprised her, and of course books about fireworks. Her horn began to glow and she levitated one of the books in front of her. Inside were pictures of ponies from around Equestria who shot fireworks. There were pictures of ponies making firework shells, pictures of the fireworks themselves blooming in the sky, and detailed information on how each shell was made. She levitated the book back to its spot on the shelf. She looked back to the entryway. Her horn began to glow as she opened up one of Sparks saddle bags and pulled out her dirty cloak and hat. She broth them over to herself and she looked at them for a moment. She wished so much that none of this had happened. With a sigh, she set them on the coffee table and looked around at the rest of Sparks home. One thing Trixie noticed was that Sparks walls were covered with pictures of his family and friends. He lived alone so she assumed it was a comfort thing. She saw pictures of Sparks with his friend Firecracker. Most of them were of the two standing near the mortar racks or shooting off fireworks. She then saw a photo of a white pegasus mare with a red and blue mane. Trixie found her very pretty, she had a messy, winded styled mane that most pegasus ponies had from always flying, the same blue eyes as Sparks, and piercings going all the way up both ears. One thing that stood out was this mares kind eyes, and calm smile. Just judging from her features, Trixie assumed she was related to Sparks, but she looked very young, almost too young to be his mother. Maybe she was his older sister? A second picture was of another white pegasus mare. This one looked very young, not much older than a filly. Her hair was a fiery blue and orange, styled in jagged long spikes, and sharp bangs which hid her blazing orange eyes. The young pegasus stood with a sassy smile on her face. She looked similar to the other mare in the previous picture. Another sister maybe? Next she saw a picture of a unicorn stallion with a stern grin, and similar facial features to Sparks. He had a deep, ashen grey coat, a blazing orange and yellow mane, and the same fiery orange eyes as the young pegasus. Trixie paused for a moment as she examined the photo. This stallion looked oddly familiar to her. She could have sworn she’d seen him somewhere before. She moved on and saw another photo of them all together. The grey stallion standing with the white pegasus mare. In front of them were two young ponies. Sparks sat in front of the two looking no older than a colt, he didn’t even have his cutie mark yet in this picture. And sitting next to him was the other pegasus mare with the fiery mane, only in this photo she was still a foal. It was definitely a family photo. Trixie smiled at the image. It gave her a small glimpse of Sparks past. Trixie left the hall and walked through the dining room, but once again felt herself stop as another group of photos caught her eye. Hanging on the wall were photo’s of who she now assumed were Sparks parents. In these pictures they looked very different. His mom’s hair looked dyed in these photo’s. The blue stripe in her red mane was now black. She was wearing black lipstick, and heavy red and black eyeliner. She even had stockings on that looked like spider webs. Standing next to her was Sparks dad. He too had thick eyeliner on, made to look tear stained and running down his face. His cutie mark had a black X over it, as well as long lines of black makeup running down his neck and onto his hooves. Finally was a picture of Sparks dad sitting at a drum kit. Not a small one, but a large double bass drum kit. It was colored black and red, and had “MM” painted on the front. Trixie gasped as it clicked in her mind, she knew exactly who his dad was! “Hey, there you are.” Sparks said as he walked into the room. His mane was still damp from his quick shower. He saw a look of shock on her face. “Everything alright?” “Your dad is Ember?!” Trixie blurted out with shock, “The drummer for Mareilyn Manesen?!” “Oh, yeah.” Sparks replied. “That’s my dad.” “How can you say it like it’s normal?!” Sparks gave a light laugh. “Well for me, it is normal… Wait, you’re a fan of Mareilyn Manesen?” Sparks was slightly shocked to say the least. “I never pictured you as the metal type.” “Of course Trixie is! Trixie is an entertainer, so naturally I’d be a fan of one of the most popular heavy metal bands in all of Equestria! I’ve even performed to a few of their songs!” Trixie paused. “Why didn’t you ever mention this to Trixie when we were spending time together yesterday?” Sparks gave a light shrug. “Our family keeps the fact that my dad is in a heavy metal band kind of quiet. Really only our close friends know, and my parent’s neighbors. It keeps the commotion down in their area when my dad isn’t touring with them. Plus, his music isn’t for everypony, haha.” The unicorn began to cough again. His throat was still burning. “Here, let Trixie get you some cool water.” She wanted to hear more, but not if it meant Sparks having to irritate his throat. She led him into the kitchen and found a glass sitting next to the sink. Trixie was a little shocked to say the least. Much like the family secret Sparks kept, Trixie kept her own love of rock and roll a secret. For her, the harsh sounding, angry music was a way to help her cope with her own problems in life. When she would go to a new town only to find out that her bad reputation had preceded her, where everypony would mock, and ridicule her for what she had done, she could sit in her caravan and listen to her music. It was a comfort that other ponies in Equestria had the same pain, and troubles that she did. It was a way for her not to feel as alone. Sparks Took the glass of water and took a few sips. The cool water felt amazing on his sore throat. “You know,” Sparks said, “My parent’s anniversary is coming up the beginning of next month. Firecracker and I are going out to Shimmerwood to do a firework display for them. …If you like, you’re more than welcome to come. I’m sure my family would love to meet you.” Sparks froze. He couldn’t believe what he had just said. He had just asked Trixie to go meet his parents, and they weren’t even technically together. He couldn’t even imagine how creepy he just sounded. “That sounds really nice actually.” Trixie said back calmly. “I would honestly love to meet the members of one of Trixie’s all time favorite bands.” She paused then thought a moment. She looked at Sparks and gave him a smile. “Plus, you’ve done so much for Trixie over the past few days. You even nearly got yourself killed because of me… I think the least I could do to start paying you back for everything is start by thanking your parent’s for raising such a great Stallion.” He couldn’t hide his embarrassment from the comment. Trixie caught it, she still found it charming. She walked passed him and said, “How about I make you something to eat? You have to be hungry after everything that happened.” “You don’t have to do everything for me you know. I can make myself something, you are my guest after all.” Trixie looked at him and raised an eyebrow. With a touch of annoyance she quipped back, “A stunning mare is in your house offering to cook for you.” Sparks paused and tried to find the words. Trixie looked at him and continued, “Just nod your head.” Sparks did what she instructed and nodded. “There you go! Now go relax, Trixie will bring it out when it’s ready.” ____________________________________________________________________________________ Sparks sat on the sofa in his living room. Outside it was still pouring down rain. Occasionally his house would rumble from a roll of thunder. He couldn’t imagine many of the shops in the town market being open. Habanero’s pepper booth was probably closed up already unless she felt like being soaked all day. Firecracker was probably tucked away in one of the shell building rooms working at top speed to get everything ready for the shoot he had coming up. From the kitchen he could hear the sounds of plates clinking around while Trixie cooked. He sat nervously tapping his front hooves together. Not since he left his parents home had a mare personally cooked for him. He had eaten at Firecracker’s house when Habanero had cooked, but that was different. Still, whatever Trixie was making smelled good. It wasn’t much longer before he heard her call out his name, “Sparks, the food’s ready.” He again felt his nerves rise. He didn’t know why Trixie cooking for him made him so nervous. Trying to keep his balance, he shakily went into the dining room and sat down. Trixie was still in the kitchen. He called out, “I’m sorry for making you do all of this for me.” Trixie walked out levitating two bowls and two glasses of milk. “Trixie already told you, it’s no problem. There wasn’t much in your fridge but I managed to put something together. I’m just glad there was some heavy cream in your refrigerator.” She set the bowl down in front of him. Inside was a creamy looking soup. “I hope you like cheese and potato soup.” Trixie announced with a hint of boasting to her voice. “I may not look it but Trixie is actually quite the good cook!” Sparks shakily levitated his spoon and took a scoop of the soup. He tasted it and just as Trixie said, it tasted very good. It was creamy the way it should be, with the right amount of cheese and a lot of potato chunks, just the way he liked it. “So, what do you think?” She asked him with a smile on her face. “It’s very good!” He told her. “In fact, it tastes a lot like the kind my mom used to make when I lived at home.” “Well I’m glad you think so.” She said happily. Trixie took a bite of her own soup and then asked, “So tell Trixie about your family. I know about your dad already, but what about your mom, and your sister?” “My mom is an amazing pony.” he told her. “Her name is Nova, she does the stage effects and lights for the bands shows. I guess I got my love for fireworks and special effects from her. She’s always really nice to anypony she meets. You just don’t want to get into trouble around her, her hoof slaps can be deadly if you make her mad. She’s always slapping my dad for doing stupid things.” “She looks so young in the pictures though, I mean not much older than a filly.” “Yeah, she had me when she was still really young. Her and my dad used to have a pretty wild lifestyle. I guess I put the breaks on that pretty quick.” Sparks let out a laugh. “Still, she was always great at taking care of me and my sister. It used to be just me and her a lot while my dad was out with the band. I guess he felt a little guilty about the situation he put her in, because every bit he made he sent right back home to my mom.” “So your dad wasn’t around much when you were little?” Trixie asked. “Not a lot, when I was a foal it was mostly my mom and her sister that I was around, not so much my dad. If you saw my aunt next to my mom, you’d swear they were twins.” Sparks thought back. “When I was still a foal he was always out so he could make money for my mom to take care of me. As I grew and they got more financially stable, he was home more often. My dad loves me, but he can be tough at times. It was his way of helping me grow up to be independent and make my own way.” “What about your sister?” Trixie asked. Sparks felt his eye twitch. “Flame is… unique…” “How so?” “She’s not your typical mare that’s into girly things like mane styles, and fashion. She’s always working out at the gym, and prefers to watch wrestling over those stupid teen drama’s. Not that it’s a bad thing, I’m glad she has something that keeps her busy. Still…” Sparks paused, “She can be a little… clingy.” Trixie raised and eyebrow, “Clingy?” “Yeah, from the time she could walk she was glued to my side. Then as we got older she would act like she was my personal body guard. I don’t know why she did it, but you can imagine it didn’t make my image at school look very good when my little sister would shove her way into the scuffles I got into and try to defend me. …So yeah, Flame is different.” Trixie giggled, “That’s just a sisters love though.” “No, that’s a sister that is always biting off more than she can chew.” Sparks leaned back in his chair. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but sometimes she could use a good kick on the flank every now and again.” “I wish I could give you a similar story, but Trixie is an only child.” “Oh? Well tell me about your family, what are your parent’s like?” Trixie paused for a moment. It was something that she never really talked about. “Trixie…, doesn’t know her parents…” Sparks froze at the sentence, thinking he had just tore open an old wound in Trixie’s mind. Before he could apologize, she continued, “I was always raised by my grandma. It took me years to finally get her to tell me that my parents gave me to her soon after I was born. I lived with her until she passed away a few years ago, after that I’ve been traveling around trying to better myself as a magician just to prove to my parents that I was worth it I guess.” She let out a forced laugh, “I guess I didn’t do a very good job, look where it got me. Still, all Trixie knows about them was that they were up and coming magicians. Their dream was to go to Las Pegasus and become the number one entertainers in the city. There were a few times when I wanted to go there just to see if I could find them, but I always stopped myself from going.” Sparks finally forced the words, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up…” She gave him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry about it. And like you said, now is my chance to start again, right?” ____________________________________________________________________________________ Later that night, Sparks stood in the kitchen reading over the bottle of medicine that the doctor had given him for his concussion. The doctor warned of the side effect of body chills, but sparks didn’t really pay much attention to that. As long as it took his headache away, and helped him sleep he didn’t care. Without a second thought he took the pill with a gulp of water and made his way upstairs. It was getting late and the unicorn let out a yawn. He passed by the guest room that Trixie was in. Until now the room was rarely used, Sparks mostly used it for storage. Luckily he had an extra bed inside for when Firecracker would spend the night when they both had to leave early for firework shoots. He debated on knocking to see if Trixie needed anything, but decided against it when he saw that no light was shining from under the door. It was late, she was probably already sleeping. Sparks felt a slight chill as he went into his room. He simply shrugged it off assuming it was a draft. He was very tired to say the least. His medicine must have been starting to kick in. Without a second though, he pulled his covers back and climbed into his bed and turned his lamp off. Soon after he was asleep. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Trixie groaned as she turned over in her bed. Her sleepy eyes fluttered open. It took her a moment to remember that she was sleeping in Sparks house, and not her caravan. Her horn began to glow a pale violet and she looked at the clock on the wall. It was just past 2am. She debated on rolling over and going back to sleep but stopped herself. “I better check on him.” She thought. Trixie pulled herself out from her warm covers and yawned softly as she made her way out into the hall. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, she used her magic to open Sparks door. His room was dark. Her horn again lit up giving her some light. She walked in and saw that Sparks blankets were half off of his body, and he was shivering quite bad. “The medicine…” She thought. Sparks was having the side effect of the chills. She grabbed his blankets with her magic and pulled them over the stallion. It didn’t really seem to help much. Looking around, she saw another blanket neatly folded next to his closet. Using her magic, she levitated the extra blanket over his body being careful not to wake him. “There…” She said quietly. “That should help.” She turned and quietly made her way back into the hall. She made a quick stop in the bathroom before she went back to bed. She took care of her business, and went back towards her room. Trixie paused, then turned back towards Sparks room. She wanted to see if the extra blanket had helped him at all. She again quietly opened his door and her horn illuminated as she looked inside. She could see Sparks under both blankets, still shivering quite badly. She walked over to his bed and looked around for a third blanket, she couldn’t find any. Thinking back, when the Doctor warned about the chills, he said there was no way around them, only to let them run their course. Trixie sighed knowing there was nothing else she could do. It reminded her of her own cold, and lonely nights in her caravan. She remembered shivering in her bed with no pony else to keep her warm. Trixie didn’t think twice. Carefully she hopped up onto Sparks bed so as not to wake him. She lay herself down on top of the covers next to Sparks and put her hoof around him. If she couldn’t do anything for his chills, then the least she could do was try her best to keep him warm. It didn’t seem as though it was helping, but it didn’t stop her. She simply scooted herself closer and held on tighter. Trixie was prepared to stay there all night if she had too. She lie next to him, keeping herself still. After a few minutes, it seemed that some of her body heat was helping. It felt like Sparks shivering was calming down. She smiled. Trixie didn’t know how much time had passed, eventually she found herself with her head on Sparks pillow and the feeling of her own eyelids getting heavy. She tried to stay awake incase Sparks needed anything, but it wasn’t happening. Before Trixie knew it, she was asleep.