Tense · 8:49pm Jul 23rd, 2021

Dante lay in the hospital bed, breathing shakily as his CPAP mask helped him just bring air into his lungs. He really didn’t know how much longer he had to stay here. “...damn it…”

He was… kind of scared.

The slow rise and fall of his chest was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Even though he thought his ribs would be completely crushed, the only thing he was having to worry about so far was his lungs...somehow, his ribs turned out alright.

He whimpered quietly… No doubt it got extremely lonely here. Especially when he was used to being in the spotlight, but ever since he became bedridden until further notice, he felt sick to his stomach with loneliness.

He was so used to the near dead silence that he would usually jump out of his skin every time someone had entered the room.

Creak…

“Gah!” He turned his head to see a nurse peeking in from behind the door.

“Excuse me, Sir? You have… company,” she said, wincing as she uttered the last word, almost if she wanted to puke then and there.

“I think I’ve got a feeling what she means…” he thought. “Tell her to come in.”

The nurse obliged and left the room.

“...Undead Bez?”

The aforementioned changeling eventually entered. However, something was rather… off.

She had her brow furrowed, and her mane was a bit messy. Well, more than usual at least. That and she stumbled over to Dante instead of walking straight.

…almost like the zombie she was.

Dante glanced up at her from the bed, struggling to sit up. “W-What’s wrong? Y-You look...way more frazzled than usual…” he examined her as best he could, trembling a bit in worry.

She inhaled through her teeth, sighing heavily.

“I-I...um…”

“I’m… fine,” she answered.

“You sure don’t look like it…”

“Well I am! I’m just… just pissed off at what that ‘Red’ guy did to you… and that’s not even all that happened.”

“I…I know you’re pissed, but…look at me, I’m fine…”

“…Are you?”

Dante fell silent for a moment, before sighing. “Well, I will be…I think…”

“…Griff said he’d pay for your hospital bill, and what does he apparently get? Those damn numbskulls thought he was cheating on his husband.”

“Oh…oh wow…h-he didn’t already, did he…?”

“No, he’d never do that, but those three kids of his were stupid enough to think he was… they were even more stupid to toss him out a window for it.” She growled in a low tone, folding her forelegs.

“As awful as that is, I was talking about the hospital bill…I don’t want him to come out of his pockets just for me, I mean…I make enough money to pay for it myself!” Dante whimpered, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.

Undead Bez put a hoof on his shoulder, clearly trying her best to console him. And as his panicked breaths subsided, he began to calm down.

“T-Thanks…” he stuttered, hunkering back down under the covers. “B-But still, maybe I should write him a check or something…”

“You can if you want… because it seems to me like his hospital bill needs paying too.”

“Ah, right…damnit, I left my bag at the house…”

“I’m sure Meta will handle it… anyway… I should get going.”

“O-Oh, well…a-alright…”

She then lifted up a white paper bag and placed it on the table beside him. “I remembered how much you liked eclairs… just don’t stuff them all down your gullet at once, okay? You still need to heal, ya know…”

He giggled, placing his hoof on hers and holding it gently. “Can’t promise that…”

The zombie changeling blushed as she hesitantly left the room.

Undead Bez tried her best to ignore the aching in her head; she hated feeling this way. Especially when she was already heated due to others’ immense stupidity.

In all honesty, she was feeling this way for… quite a long time now. This weird aching feeling that usually she hardly showed.

Was it fear? No. Was it anger? Well… sort of.

As the clouds began to darken and rumble above her, she stopped in front of a large structure built over a river. It didn’t take her long to realize that it was the bridge of Ponyville.

Everything started coming back to her. She felt her breathing start to increase in both pressure and pace. She saw the river water beginning to thrash about, and the clap of thunder in the distance before it started to rain.

Undead Bez hissed through her teeth, repeatedly pounding a forehoof against her temple. The rain fell quickly, the little droplets beginning to soak her tangled mane. Eventually, she fell to the ground and laid there, dejectedly watching the water flow in the river.

It has been quite a while since she felt this tense… reason was pretty obvious: ever since she met Dante, she seemed to forget about all of this.

And Dante felt like someone who seemed to actually get her.

Dante, and his infectious giggle, and his adorable smile, and all support and care he always showed towards her… what was not to love about him?

After all… he would never drop her off a bridge, would he?

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