Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh! I’ve done it now. Let’s go outside, have some ice cream! Great idea Twilight! You’re a genius! Yeah, go ahead, let him sprinkle his ice-cream with a ton of industrial rainbow that wasn’t even approved as a consumable! Sure, what could go wrong! Take a changeling for a walk, it’s not like he is going to fall over and play dead in the middle of the city, huh?
The purple unicorn galloped behind the crowd who was carrying an unconscious Wub, her face swollen and red. She didn’t move and a few ponies were keeping her head in a position that would allow her to breathe.
The ponies at the front shouldered the glass doors, nearly shattering them against the hospital walls. A Pegasus filly dashed towards the reception, explaining in erratic words that a unicorn needed immediate help. The nurses and doctors reacted with amazing speed and coordination – the patient was put into a room and swarmed with nurses and doctors running checks and asking ponies what exactly happened.
“Let me through! I must see her! She’s my friend!” yelled Twilight, fighting for a spot between the agitated crowd.
“She’s your friend? What happened? Never in my life have I seen such a swollen face!” said a nearby colt wearing a white coat.
“Well, it was like this….”
* * *
To everypony’s amazement, Wub consumed the ice-cream in one bite, gulping it down loudly without a flinch. The pony turned around and smiled to the crowd who was beginning to cheer. Their voices got cut, however, by the unicorn’s face color changing from pure white to green. Then yellow. No, red. Orange. Purple. The kaleidoscope of colors continued to run through the oblivious mare’s face, until it finally stopped at red.
Wub turned sideways, looking at Twilight and squinting slightly.
“What’s this I f-” The rest of the sentence got drowned out by a loud gurgling. Wub fell to the ground stiff as a board, her face growing to the size of a healthy pumpkin. A nice, red pumpkin. With two bloodshot eyes and a swollen tongue sticking out of a malformed muzzle.
“Wub!” screamed Twilight as she was shoved aside by a brown colt.
The pony quickly bent over the mostly white unicorn, putting a hoof to her neck and checking for a pulse. It was there, but was rapidly slowing down. And her breathing was very erratic, with increasing times between inhales.
“Quickly, we must take her to the hospital! This must be an allergic reaction!” shouted the stallion, beckoning a few others from the queue to help him. In a few swift motions Wub was placed firmly between a few stallions. One of them, a Pegasus, kept the mare’s head leveled with his wing, as instructed by the brown colt.
“W-Wait!” called out Twilight, finally ungluing herself from the spot and catching up to the crowd. “Is she going to be alright? Wait!”
Sugarcube Corner emptied faster than anypony could say Chimmy Cherry Changa. Pinkie was left alone, her hair a bit less fluffy than usual.
“I told him it was spicy,” she murmured. Guilt nibbled at her conscience, as she was fairly sure she felt a combo right before the whole rainbow-face-collapse-run-to-the-hospital scene. Double ear twitch. Knee itch. A slight pause, followed by a tummy gurgle. That combo meant…pony in danger.
* * *
“Nurse! Adrenaline, fast!” called out the pony doctor, on the fly picking up a syringe and sticking it into Wub’s neck.
“Everypony, out! The doctors need to focus, please!” The nurses fought back the worried crowd, muscling them out.
Twilight, despite claiming to be a close friend of Wub, got thrown out the doors too. Unable to see what was going on in the room, the crowd slowly drew a bead on Twilight, who shrunk in size under their stares.
“She’s your friend, huh?” asked the brown colt who reacted to the situation first. “If you two are friends, then how could you take her for ice-cream she was allergic to?”
“I…uh,” muttered the mare, her ears shooting downwards.
“Yeah, what gives? I mean, you just stood there and watched her lie there?!” shouted another pony, repeating the concerns of other by-standers.
“And that rainbow? What kind of an idiot eats something like that?”
“Is it even legal?”
“Wait till the proper authorities hear about this!”
“Shame on you!”
Those and other voices kept assaulting Twilight. As if she wasn’t sick with worry herself.
What if he changes in the middle of whatever they are doing in there? What if he wakes up and attacks them in his bewilderment? Oh, how could I have been so stupid! Irresponsible! It’s all my fault. I hope he’ll be alright…
“Excuse me, miss!” A nurse pony shook Twilight’s shoulder. The ponies around were quiet now, staring with stern faces at the librarian. “You are the closest pony to a relative, yes? Please, come inside.”
As the mare entered the room, she could still hear hushed voices calling her names and pointing out her inconsideration and foolishness. All that was thankfully cut by the solid frame of the closed doors.
“Oh, there you are, Miss…um-”
“Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle,” shot out Twilight, looking over the medical pony. “Doctor, how is she? Is she going to be alright? What did you do to her?”
“Settle down, Miss Sparkle. Her life isn’t in any immediate danger. I must say, I’ve seen anaphylactic reactions before, but never so severe! Her face was as large as a Nightmare Night pumpkin! Her recovery is also probably thanks to Celestia’s blessing,” sighed the doctor, scratching his head. “She is still unconscious, but stable. We’ll keep her here until the swelling subsides. We’ll need to run a few tests-”
“What tests?” shout out Twilight, turning away from the unmoving Wub, her face still a large tomato.
“Oh, nothing fancy. We’ll take a few blood samples, check if everything is in order, then some routine-”
“You can’t!” yelped Twilight, feeling the weight of the puzzled colt’s stare. “I mean…Can’t we wait till she’s up? She’s, uh, very sensitive when it comes to that kind of examination.”
“What?” asked the doctor, furrowing a brow.
“Can it please wait? I, uh, gotta write to her relatives! Yes, they have to know something like this happened! You need permission from them, right?”
“Not really, these are standard tests, we do those a dozen or more times a day and-”
“Pleaaaase, just wait!” whimpered Twilight, waving her hooves around in frustration. She needed to tell Celestia what happened. The situation was still salvageable. Even if the mare would have to be banished or stripped of her most faithful student title, this was more important. To keep Chip’s identity a secret. Hay knew if he could mimic pony blood. And if he couldn’t….
“Fine, we will wait with the tests until our patient wakes up. Not that it matters that much,” shrugged the doctor, noting something in his notepad. “I’ll need you to come with me to the reception and fill out as much data about our patient as possible. Right this way please.”
* * *
Panting wildly, Spike finally reached the hospital. He always had trouble keeping up with ponies at full speed, given his legs were just too short. And there were only two of them, each hurting from the exercise the baby dragon had.
He let a group of whispering ponies exit the building first, noting that the overall tone of their conversation must’ve been something dreadful. Single words such as “mare” or “irresponsible” stood out, but didn’t shed any light on the topic of the discussion.
Straight from the doorway Spike recognized a purple, star bearing flank – Twilight was standing at the reception, filling some papers out with a levitating quill.
“Twilight!” called out Spike, waving a hand and trotting over to his friend’s side.
“Oh, Spike! Perfect, just great!” said the mare. She didn’t seem that thrilled though.
“What happened? I saw some ponies running to the hospital, you hot on their heels. Something wrong?”
“Yes, Spike. Something is very wrong. And we need to write to the Princess, pronto!” Twilight glanced left and right, finally grabbing the baby dragon and galloping out of the building. She managed to steal away the quill and an additional form, much to the anger of the receptionist.
“Sorry! I just need these for a minute, promise I’ll give it back!” she called out to the closing glass doors. Without much delay, she jumped sideways and behind some bushes.
“Quickly, Spike, write! Princess Celestia. Write, Spike, write! Princess Celestia. Wub in Ponyville Hospital. Need help urgently. Will be waiting in front of hospital. Twilight.” The mare was pacing around anxiously, scooping the paper barely after Spike wrote the last letter. With a bright purple glow, the parchment was rolled into a tight cylinder, one that could only be opened by Princess Celestia or a very determined spy. Hopefully, the latter didn’t exist or would miss this particular, extremely important piece of rolled patient form.
“Send it, Spike, send it now!” hurried Twilight, watching as the small dragon engulfed the paper with flames.
The green sparkling dust hovered in place for a second before bolting into the air and making a tight turn northwards – towards the majestic Canterlot castle.
All Twilight could do now was wait. Wait and hope the Princess would not hate Twilight to the point of…to the point of disowning her as a student. Or a friend.
Spike had many questions to ask, but the sad face of Twilight told him that it wouldn’t be considerate. He did all he could at that moment; came close and hugged the mare, allowing her head to rest no his tiny shoulder.
* * *
Chip woke up with the most obnoxious face itch he ever had. Come to think of it, his whole face never itched like that. His muzzle a few times, the chin, the tip of the horn maybe. But never his whole face. He slowly pulled a hoof upwards, noting how hard the motion was, bumping into soft and swollen skin.
It felt squishy and burned under the spot he touched. He felt like scratching. Which wasn’t such a good idea. If he ever would have magma poured over his face, he would at least now know what to expect.
He felt like shouting. That wasn’t possible, as his swollen tongue could barely move in the small space his mouth now was. He tried to swallow, but the large bulb in his muzzle didn’t want to go away. It was irritating, to say the least.
Since he could not do anything else besides staring, he indulged in the activity. The room was plain and uninteresting. Bed beneath him, a table to the right, some machinery hooked up to his right hoof, beeping constantly. Well, so much for that. He remembered being in a similar room back in Canterlot, after that one moment of reunion with his hive that wasn’t so friendly or casual.
What happened to him this time? All he remembered was eating that cold ball with the rainbow poured over it. He felt a rising heat in his stomach back then, the sensation creeping all the way to his face and staying there. He thought he was blushing, which could have been a normal pony reaction after consuming the ‘ice-cream’. Suspicions of something being out of place arose when the heat in his face begun to increase, his muzzle feeling like it was being inflated from the inside. He tried to ask Twilight if that was normal, but he lost consciousness before he managed to finish the sentence.
And now, he was here. Where was Twilight anyway?
* * *
A bright flash of light caught Twilight’s attention. As she came to inspect it, she bumped into the wide chest of none other than Princess Celestia. The regal mare was as always a beautiful sight to behold, with her multi-hued mane flowing in the solar winds, her regalia shining in the sun’s rays…and her face full of worry.
“Twilight Sparkle, what is the matter? I got your message and-”
“Oh, Princess, please, I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault, I swear! I didn’t think it would end up like this, I promise it wasn’t intentional-”
The Princess put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. It was a light touch, yet the librarian’s knees gave in, sending her into a shivering bow.
“Twilight, please, calm down. Tell me what happened, please.”
* * *
The royal features, beautiful in every aspect, were concentrated on Twilight’s face. The tiny purple mare couldn’t keep eye contact for long and shrunk even more before the Princess spoke.
“That is troubling, Twilight Sparkle. We must take our mutual friend away from here. Do you still remember your teleportation spell?”
“Yes, my Princess,” eagerly nodded the Twilight, pressing her muzzle against the dirty ground in a low bow.
“Good. Then we shall meet in the library. Me, you and Wub. Please, try and not raise any suspicion. I shall take care of the formalities in due time.” Without another word, the royal pony spread her wings, which reflected the almighty sun in a burst of light.
Twilight blinked away the dark spots in her eyes. Her mentor was gone, having teleported away. It was reasonable not to stay too long in the open. It would be bad if anypony saw her casually lounging in the bushes near the hospital, talking to her student in a hushed voice.
“Spike, go to the library, pronto,” ordered Twilight, turning around. She grabbed the quill she borrowed and slowly made her way to the hospital entrance. As inconspicuously as she could and with a wide, I’m-not-doing-anything-suspicious smile glued to her face.
* * *
Chip was lying here for maybe what? Five minutes? Yet he was bored almost like it had been a few hours, or days for that matter. He couldn’t call out to anypony, and there was no item to interest him in the vicinity – not even a stupid ball he could throw against the wall. If he would ever do such a thing in the first place.
To his great surprise and delight, the doors opened and a purple head poked inside, a smile as genuine as jewelry sold on the street by a cloaked, rugged pony adorning its face.
“Fwaywayt” spat Chip, cursing under his breath the inability to speak . The curses oozed down his furry chin, eventually leaving wet marks on his green overalls.
“Oh, Wub, you’re up!” whispered Twilight, squeezing herself through the small gap she made. Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to open the doors fully?
“Good, good,” continued the mare, her horn vibrating with purple magic. “Hold on tight. And think happy thoughts. Those might be the only nice things that will happen to us in the near future.”
The mare leaned forward, a grimace running through her face as a bubble enveloped her and Chip. It sparkled for a second or two before popping, making her and the swollen Wub disappear with a small plop. The machines near the bed beeped for a while before finally flat lining, automatically calling in nurses and doctors to the room. An empty room.
Ops, I dropped tha cliffhanger. AGAIN
I really tried hard this time, trust me, I really did!
But it was stronger than me, nay, the story demanded it.
This is my style, love it or hate it Sorry everypony
Two updates before my birthday and two updates on my birthday?.......yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
Thank you for making my day
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You are quite welcome!
Have a great birthday, I raise a mug of, uh, really strong tea in your name! Cheers!
Mmhm Tea.... Hm? wha? oh! yah the story... got thirsty for a second there
Chip/Wub is a rather bad spot isn't he? All though if this isn't just a allergy that Chip has then the ponies just found another way to defeat the changelings! Which is good....um...yah... for some reason I can't really think of things to say...well then....good chapter
What is this? Mount Everest? So many cliffhangers!
So many cliffhangers. How did you get such a good deal on them at TropeCo?
1051133 Zethariel
The odds of you being too innocent to understand my poem is worse than the odds of Pinkie Pie losing all her powers...
On an unrelated topic (unrelated to my poem, not the story), is Chip/Wubs allergic to ice cream or rainbows?
Oh yeah, and congrats on 50 chapters!
Mmmm... things are getting a bit complicated aren't they? Well, at least Celestia can take care of it I hope.
Changelings are allergic to rainbows? Perhaps that is some useful information that can be weaponized in some way in case of changeling invasion. Probably some sort of spray cannon or the like.
Either way, I hope "Wub" is okay.
If the current density of cliffhangers is realistic, that means something dramatic/important/noteworthy happens to a single sentient entity every five minutes. I can see it now, pinkie making a cake would take 10 chapters because it would cut off after every new ingredient added.
1054341
Well, at least it's just one cake... if it was a cake baking party... well, let's just hope Celestia has mercy on our souls...
two updates the night before I have to wake up early to go on a backpacking trip? Are you trying to kill me? Ah well it would be worth it just to have read these chapters but poor poor Wub I don't think He/She realized that rainbows were such a potent sauce
So, the ponies can defeat the Changelings by stabbing them with syringes filled with rainbow juice!
It's like on "Blade" when they shot the vampires up with EDTA solution! :D (note, EDTA solution is crystal clear like water, not blue like in the movie)
Shit just got real
Has anyone considered that the cause of the reaction might of been too much rainbow? I mean, when I eat spicy stuff it always makes my face get hot even though I'm not allergic to foods. Just a thought.
If changelins are allergic to liquid rainbows, then what's their reaction to the biggest weaponized rainbow in existence?
>going to be gone for a week, camping
>internet connection, unlikely
>gonna have to find a Starbucks and use my ipod, commenting will take forever
>mfw
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i'll still lurk at least, though
1052904
Probably yes.
1053352
Thanks! Hope you like the rest as well
1053806
I don't even know how that happens. I just write, minding my own bussiness, when all of a sudden, 2k words. And something important happens!
1053929
I don't speak publicly of my dealings with TropeCo
1054021
You don't believe me? That hurts
And thanks! Soon, I'll hit 100k words too. Damn this story is long
1054041
Probably yes, if they manage to understand if it was the ice-cream, the vanilla, or the rainbow
1054341>>1054419
I wonder if I could write it like that Will have to try.
1054824
Not having taste buds made him too cocky. Maybe he'll get humbled by the experience. Yeah, right
1054886
An army of TF2 medics with syringe guns?
1055317
Aww, well, have fun!
Just go easy on the caffeine!
1055317 Or you can wait it out, and when you come back...
ENDLESS PONIES!
1055700
Wait, is that good or bad?
Sonofabitch! At least it's not unexpected when you end it with a cliffhanger XD
1055748
Believe me, I'm not doing it on purposeeeee
1055702
Gee... I don't know. When a person gives you congratulations for making them lose trust in what was essentially a close friend, is it good or is it bad?
1055791
Oh... Sorry
Maybe I should stop writing. It irritates people
1055799
That's not what I meant.
I'm sorry if it sounded like I was insulting your skills as a writer, because that wasn't my intention.
I'm willing to overlook a few disappointing moments as long as the overall story is good.
And yours is a good story. Make no mistake about that.
1055809
Okay, thanks.
I guess the last few chapters weren't the best of the batch. Will make sure to make better ones in the future
Chapter 51?
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Why did it feel so short?
Also:
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1055484 Or like the end of Egoraptor's "Awesome Center"
Watch this for epic lulz: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dB8wBr76Jg
Syringe gun near the end!
Please stop cliffhangers. They are starting to get old.
1046334 but nopony really knows about changelings yet...
Dang.
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I finally caught up, and got hit with a cliffhanger.
oh well, guess that just means that I'll have to wait till the next update like everyone else.
So why did Twilight just watch him go into shock?
1077418 what would your honest reaction be if someone near you just dropped to the ground, and you had no medical training? She was probably stunned by the event happening in the first place.
4722535
Oh, I had an experience like that recently. a friend of mine at school dropped to the groud during lunch. Seizure. I had no clue what was going on, but once I found out, I felt really badfor not knowing and trying to help.
i just had to add this:
That background crowd was out of place. Ponies don't usually assume the worst of another pony like that. Why would they assume Twilight knew of the apparent allergy? Why assume she's a trained professional in how to deal with reactions of such? Really odd...
1057245
Didn't Pinkie say earlier that she told some ponies?
9852050
How you forgotten about how Ponyville reacted to Zecora initially? When she did nothing wrong? Their reaction was unusual, sure, but not out of the realm of possibilities. Especially when ponies have reacted in a toned down but still similar way when there was nothing life threathening. So now that Chip could have died because of the allergic reaction, you can pretty much why they are reacting like that.
I mean allergies are no joke.
11543524
Sure, but... yeah this is quite different than the Zecora situation, we'll leave it at that. 😇