It was dinner by the time Sweetie Belle woke back up from falling asleep again in Applebloom's hooves. They were holding each other in a love filled embrace while her family was outside talking with a doctor about her neck. It could become permanent just because it was that bad. More than likely scar over.
Applebloom shuffled and pulled the filly closer to her chest. Sweetie Belle glanced up at her girlfriend's peaceful expression. So much was going to happen when they went back to Ponyville. But as long as Applebloom was there she knew it would all be alright. The talks and school, where Scootaloo would no longer be joining them. And they still haven't figured out what to do with their lives.
"Sweetie Belle," Apple Bloom muttered, catching her attention. She glanced up while her girlfriend was.....sniffing her mane. "You smell like lavender." Did she just say she smells like a flower? In her sleep? Sweetie Belle blushed in realization.
"Uhh...Applebloom?" She asked while chuckling. Her voice was still weak.
"You know," a familiar voice said from behind her. "If Applebloom says you smell like Lavender, you might as well smell like it." Sweetie Belle turned around and adjusted herself so Apple Bloom could cuddle her from behind, allowing her to face the door, as well as see Rainbow walk in. The sickly Pegasus made her way towards her bed with a bouquet of flowers in her teeth. "It's really ironic that I get a bouquet of French Lavender flowers and Apple Bloom says you smell like Lavender before I even give them to you. Let alone walk in the room."
She placed the bouquets in her small hooves before she leaned over and nuzzled her. "Thank you, Rainbow Dash," Sweetie said. "For everything.
"You're welcome, Sweetie Belle. Just get better and come back to Ponyville....so Pinkie can finally give you two a party. She's been going on about it ever since Twilight got her started."
"Only if Apple Bloom wants one."
"Like I'd turn down a party from Pinkie Pie," Applebloom agreed with her eyes closed.
"Good," Rainbow said before she nuzzled her too and ruffled her mane with a hoof. She felt a hint of nostalgia when she did that. Realizing she did the same thing with Scootaloo. She sighed. "I have to head back to Ponyville. The hospital isn't allowing all of us to stay overnight. Only Sweetie's family and her supporter."
"Okay," Sweetie replied. "Goodnight Rainbow Dash."
"Goodnight, you two. Please watch over her, Applebloom."
"Even when she's in the bathroom," she responded. Sweetie Belle's eyes went as wide as dinner plates.
"Not THAT hard," Rainbow corrected, chuckling at the unicorn's reaction. "They're saying they might keep her for a week for observation, considering that that rope went into her neck and damaged her vocal cords." Apple Bloom finally opened her eyes when they both looked at her. "I'm not sure if your throat will ever be the same after this. We'll have to wait and see."
Sweetie Belle nodded, coming to terms with that. "Goodnight, girls." Rainbow turned around and quickly trotted to the door. She widened it and walked out where everyone else was waiting for her. The Princesses and the others waved at the fillies before continuing on their way, leaving Rarity and her family behind with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom.
At around that same time, Magenta woke back up when she felt a stethoscope moving around on her chest. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room, spotting Nurse Goldhoof listening to her heart. She watched her at work for awhile, concentrated intently on what she was doing. The stethoscope was moved around for a moment before Goldhoof took it off and wrote some things down on her clipboard. Magenta quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep before she could spot her. After writing down the notes, Goldhoof sighed and looked down at her patient with a smile. She didn't know how, nor when, but this child was going to do big things. In the future, she was going to change all of Equestria. She didn't know how.....but she will.
"If you're awake Magenta......just know I love you as if you were my own child," she whispered as she leaned down and nuzzled her. Now Magenta just couldn't let that go.
She quickly opened her eyes, reached up, and grabbed her muzzle, giggling. The nurse was frozen for a moment before she chuckled. "Were you awake this whole time?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh! So you uhhh......heard what I said?" Magenta giggled and nodded. "Oh....well..."
"I love you too," Magenta reassured, rubbing her muzzle on her nurse's. "I still have to sing for you."
"I think that can wait until you have your rest."
"But I want to sing to you now." She whispered, letting her muzzle go. She put a hoof to her nurse's mouth, stopping her before she could even start. "Please. I have a song in my head."
The nurse pulled in her lips before she looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn't that late. So she sighed and nodded. "Okay.....go ahead."
Magenta grinned and cleared her throat. First she started off with a simple tune. Then she sung.
"Feeling my way through the darkness......guided by a beating heart.......I can't tell where the journey will end........but I know where to start." Kind Goldhoof was staring at her wide eyed with her mouth partly ajar. It was....beautiful. "They tell me I'm too young to understand.......They say I'm caught up in a dream......well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes......well that's fine by me." Goldhoof smiled and pulled in her lips. She was getting a little louder and attracting attention, based on the shadows she spotted in the corner of her eye.
"So wake me up when it's all over......when I'm wiser and I'm older......All this time I was finding myself......And I didn't know I was lost. So wake me up when it's all over.......when I'm wiser and I'm older......All this time I was finding myself......And I didn't know I was lost.
"I tried carrying the weight of the world......but I only have two hooves......I hope I get the chance to travel the world......I have nothing to lose......I wish that I could stay forever this young......not afraid to close my eyes......Life's a game made for everyone......and love is the prize.
"So wake me up when it's all over......when I'm wiser and I'm older......All this time I was finding myself......And I didn't know I was lost. So wake me up when it's all over.......when I'm wiser and I'm older......All this time I was finding myself......And I didn't know I was lost." When she ended, Nurse Goldhoof had tears coming down her face, along with a smile, which turned into a grin. She kindly reached over and pulled the little filly into a motherly hug.
"That was so beautiful," she whispered in her ear. "Thank you, Magenta."
"You're welcome....." A round of stomping and cheers in the hall made the two look towards the doorway where most of the nurses were. They must've heard everything.
"Were they standing there this whole time?" Magenta asked quietly before a white head popped up in front of her, between her chest and Nurse Goldhoof's.
"YEP!" Bright Snow said.
"Gah!" Magenta squealed in surprise, nearly falling on her back if it wasn't for the hooves wrapped around her.
"You sounded really good! Like Celestia good! You should be a singer! Hey! Maybe that's what your cutie mark stands for!" Goldhoof chuckled and set down Magenta so she can speak to her friend.
"I don't think it means singing, Bright Snow," Magenta responded.
"Well we don't know what it really looks like since it's covered in all of those annoying bandages!" She crawled over to her older friend and looked at her flank, making Magenta blush again.
"I really think you should stop looking at my butt." The nurses laughed before going back to their work, leaving the two fillies to talk.
"Well we won't know what it looks like unless we look at it!" Bright argued.
"And we're not going to find out until the bandages are taken off—"
"Let's do it!" Bright Snow was about to go and start unwrapping before Magenta stopped her.
"—by the nurses."
"Aww!" Magenta chuckled and stroked the younger snow white filly's head.
"It's okay. Besides! I'm sure it's cut or scarred or something. Like the rest of me." She weakly gestured to her body. "I don't have wings, and I can barely move without being in pain."
"It'll be okay, Magenta," her nurse told her. Magenta yelped and turned around. She was still here?! Nurse Goldhoof laughed while she pushed the table of food over her bed, lowering it so she could reach it. "You are still alive, beautiful, and have a beautiful voice."
"But I don't want anypony else seeing my cuts and...scars when that happens," she whined. Bright Snow pulled her into a light hug before she sniffled.
"I'm sure when you leave here somepony will give you some clothes so you can cover up, if it makes you comfortable," the nurse reassured. "An agent from Foal Protective Services is coming over tomorrow to see you and Bright Snow. You can ask her about clothing."
"Me too?" Bright asked. She cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"Yep." Goldhoof placed a cup of juice on the table in front of Magenta. "They're going to see what they're dealing with and where to put you two when it's time for you both to leave. She's really nice, I promise."
"You're the Foal Protective Service's...lady?" Bright Snow asked. It was the next day and the two fillies were sitting side by side in the library for that unit. There was a large table in the center where foals can read and write, draw, and do whatever else while there were bookcases on either side of the room. There was also a carpet underneath them that was the colors of the rainbow. The two were sitting on the table in front of an earth pony mare that was dark gray with a light blue mane and tail, as well as light blue eyes with a cutie mark of a white foal rearing up on two legs.
"Yes, I am," she answered. Her voice was.... high, Magenta thought. "My name is Gray Oceans. I work with Foal Protective Services and I'm assigned to both of your cases."
"Cases?" Magenta asked.
"Yes. Your situations. When a child goes through Foal Protective Services, they get a case. A file that explains what's going on and their records. In your file Magenta Streak, you are a lost foal without any parents that appeared lifeless while floating out of a water channel. And you, Bright Snow. Your records say you are an orphan after your parents gave up their lives to protect you from a falling balcony. From what FPS has gathered, you both are going to be put into an orphanage in the middle of Manehattan when you are both released, which coincidentally is at the same time. In three and a half weeks."
"So...we're going to the same....orphanage?" Magenta asked as her ear twitched.
"Uh....yes."
"YAY!" Bright yelled, pulling Magenta into a light hug. The orange filly grunted at the sudden excited filly's gesture but smiled nonetheless. "You hear that? We get to stick with each other! Yes!"
"Yay," Magenta repeated calmly. "Be careful, Bright Snow. I still have to heal first. And even after we get out, I still have to heal. Doctor Hooves said it'll take four months for everything to be healed and.....clean."
Bright Snow immediately let her go and whined, "Awww! Can you at least eat ice cream?"
"I'm pretty sure I can still eat while I'm healing, Bright," Magenta responded, rolling her eyes at her younger friend's cluelessness.
"Oh, okay."
The agent was chuckling at her cuteness while she stuck a pen in her mouth and started writing on a paper. Magenta cocked her head to the side. "You write with your mouth?" She asked. The agent stopped and looked up before she nodded.
"Most ponies use their mouths to write," Bright clarified for her. "If you don't have magic, you have to use something else to write."
"Oh," Magenta said sheepishly. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide it. But Bright Snow had a sharp eye.
"Do you...... remember how to write?" She asked. The agent stopped her own review and glanced up at her.
"Uhh..... Mm mm," she responded, shaking her head sadly.
"Awww, it's okay," Bright reassured. She patted her on her shoulder. "It's not your fault."
"But I want to write my music," Magenta cried. "And I can't do that unless I know how to write."
"I'll write it for you!" Bright cheered, shocking Magenta. She looked towards the little filly in surprise.
"You'd do that for me?" She asked breathlessly. Bright Snow nodded enthusiastically.
"You have an amazing voice! So I want so see what you can do when you write something and not just come up with it in your sleep! You tell me and I'll write it!" Magenta chuckled and pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you, Bright Snow! Thank you!" She cheered. She gave her a gentle squeeze being sure not to hurt her wings. They were already shattered, no need to make them worse.
"You're welcome," she replied while hugging her back.
"You have a really bad case of Amnesia," Gray Oceans commented around the pen in her mouth. "I've seen Amnesia before, but never this bad. You can't remember anything about your past life. Which apparently includes your education. But we'll have you back up and steady as soon as we can."
"Really? So I can have my memories back?" The agent let the pen drop from her mouth and folded her hooves on the table to explain.
"Well, you won't have any old memories returning to you until your mind says it's time for your memories to return. So we'll just have to make new memories at the orphanage you'll be going to in a few weeks."
"Oh....okay," Magenta responded. She really wanted to learn about her past life, but apparently that wasn't going to happen for a very long time.
"Don't get upset, Magenta!" Bright Snow said, wrapping a hoof around her shoulders. "I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life. I know you will."
"I hope so..." She muttered.
Sweetie Belle woke up that friday morning from the bright light shining in her eyes, cracking one eye open and squeaking at the bright sun hitting her at full force. So she raised a hoof hoping to block it. Why did she sleep on this side of the bed again? A slight movement from behind made her muscles clench a little before a familiar lock of red hair cascaded over her face. She crossed her eyes to focus on it before a groan came from behind. "Applebloom..." Sweetie called hoarsely. The farmer put a hoof over her shoulder and wrapped her hooves around her once more, pulling her close. Sweetie blushed before she let out a slight chuckle. "You need to get off of me."
"Mmmmm I don't wanna," she groaned in her sleep. The filly she was cuddling rolled her eyes as she shuffled out of her embrace, nearly falling out the bed in the process before she used her magic to grab herself. Sighing in relief she jumped onto the floor, nearly forgetting about the IV in her hoof until that familiar pull caught her attention. She looked behind her at the metal poll holding the bag of nutrients right above her head. She needed to go to the bathroom but she had to move it. She tried tugging the cord, but that wouldn't work.
"Hold on, Sweetie," a divine voice said from behind her. She turned around to Rarity walking towards her with her horn lit. She yawned while pulling the IV pole in her magic out from the corner. "Where do you need to go?"
"Bathroom," she said hoarsely.
"Okay." Sweetie Belle made her way past her sister, who followed after her towards the bathroom with the pole, then pulled the wooden door open when they reached it for her sister and put the pole in there with her. Once situated, she closed the door behind her and sat outside of it, allowing Sweetie Belle to have her privacy. But she made sure to stay on her toes in case she had another episode. Yes, Sweetie Belle was in the hospital, and she will be watched. But she was also on the bridge yesterday where everypony was watching her, and she was about to throw herself over. They were going to keep her in Manehattan for seven days. And they had school on monday. It was already friday. Looks like she was going to miss the first day back since the tragedy. Her and Applebloom. Scootaloo's death was tearing them apart, killing both of them.
Rarity glanced over at Applebloom who was just waking up based off of the moans and yawns, along with the wild shaking of her hooves. She lifted her head and smacked her lips. Then gasped, quickly looking around her environment. She must've noticed Sweetie was missing because she started looking around more frantically. "She's in the bathroom, darling," Rarity told her, catching her eyes.
Applebloom sighed in relief, holding a hoof against her chest before she jumped out of bed and stretched. "Mornin', Rarity."
"Good morning, Apple Bloom. You're sounding a lot like your sister, you know."
The filly shrugged as if it were no big deal. "Sweetie Belle and ah' have been gettin' more mature over these past few days," she commented.
"Yeah, a little too mature," a voice commented from her right. She looked over and spotted Cookie Crumbles and Hondo Flanks looking at her with smirks on their faces. "Don't get too comfortable there, Applebloom. Remember, you're only eleven. We're not really comfortable with you two pursuing a relationship this early."
"I know. But ever since.....Scootaloo left us...I've had a lot to think about. More specifically that there are only two of us." Apple Bloom took a seat as well as a deep breath. "Yeah, we have you and the rest of the town. But Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and myself have always had each others back. We never confided in a lot of ponies about our own situations. We confided in each other. But now...there's only two of us. We need each other now more than ever. I love Sweetie Belle and there's no way somepony's going to take her from me. Ah'm not going to lose her like we lost Scootaloo. That's not happenin'. At all. Ah' won't let it. So I'm going to stick by her like super glue and there ain't not pony goin' ta' stop me. Not even you."
Everyone was staring at her wide-eyed. When did this filly get so bold? The bathroom door opened a second later, allowing Sweetie Belle to walk out with a relieved smile on her face. She looked around for a moment, sensing the tense hostility. "What happened?" She asked. Applebloom looked her way for a moment before Hondo spoke.
"I believe," he said as he stood up and walked towards Apple Bloom. "That our little filly...has chosen...." Apple bloom squinted her eyes at him. "...a wonderful pony for a spouse. I'm placing part of my daughter's well being in your hooves, Apple Bloom. Don't let me down, you understand?"
"Yes, sir." He chuckled and ruffled her mane before he walked over to his daughter.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he greeted, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the top of her head. Rarity pulled the IV out from the bathroom and closed the door.
"Morning, dad," Sweetie greeted, clearing her throat. It didn't help.
"How'd you sleep?"
While they were having their conversation, Rarity leaned down to Apple Bloom's ear from behind. "I also trust you," she whispered, making her flinch in surprise before she recognized the voice. "Please....look after her."
"Ah' promise ah' will always be there for her. You have mah' word."
"Good. Your southern accent is getting much stronger. Much stronger than Applejack's. Why is that?" Apple Bloom shrugged before somepony knocked on their door, catching all of their attention. It opened a second later to reveal a completely white unicorn mare with yellow eyes. She had a cutie mark of a gray roll of tape as well as a smile plastered on her face.
"Hello, everypony," she greeted as she closed the door behind her after stepping into the room. "My name is doctor Pure Lace. I'm Sweetie Belle's doctor while she's here. I'm going to check her blood pressure, heart rate, and her throat. Basically an overall check up." She walked towards the bed while Hondo set her down on it. The doctor set down her clipboard on a nearby desk while she grabbed the cuff for a heart rate monitor and put it around Sweetie's front right hoof.
"I just realized....ah'm the only Earth pony in here," Applebloom said to herself. Rarity chuckled before she lifted the filly up in her magic and set her beside her girlfriend. Sweetie Belle poked her arm, catching her attention.
"You'll be fine," she whispered.
"Yeah, ah' know. But ah also get the luxury of watching everything fly around too. See?" She pointed to the cuff being taken off Sweetie Belle's hoof, as well as the pen lifting up and writing on the floating clipboard.
Sweetie Belle chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Like I said, you'll be fine. Try not to get too jealous."
Applebloom smiled and nuzzled her cheek, forcing a blush out of Sweetie Belle. "No promises."
After the FPS mare left, Bright Snow decided to take Magenta to the movie room. She described it as, "A room with a television."
"What's a movie?" Magenta asked while on their way. She was once again hooked up to the wheelchair as they walked along the halls. There were some more patients out, but they have yet to say hi.
"It's a very long video," Bright told her. "Ponies act in different roles to solve a problem that changes for every movie."
"So....how do you see it?"
"A TV! It's in the room!" She continued leading the way with Magenta right behind her. Along the way, they spotted another filly in the hall with what seemed to be her parents who were speaking with a doctor. She was a dark purple pegasus with a white and purple mane and tail. She also had light blue eyes with a purple scroll that was tied together by a red ribbon for a cutie mark. She looked their way, cocked her head to the side, and made her way over with a grin.
"Hi!" She greeted, waving her hoof. The two stopped in front of her and gave her a look. Bright Snow was grinning her signature grin while Magenta was looking confused.
"Hi!" Bright Snow greeted back. They shook hooves. "I'm Bright Snow. And this is my friend, Magenta Streak!"
"My name is Fuchsia Winds! Nice to meet you!" She reached a hoof out to Magenta who just stared at it. There was an awkward silence before Fuchsia lost her smile and Magenta looked up at her. Trying not to make this weird, Magenta just looked at her own hoof confusedly. What was she supposed to do?
Fuchsia looked at her strangely, trying to figure out if she did something wrong before Bright Snow decided to diffuse the situation. "Don't take it personally! She just doesn't know what to do! This is what you do, Magenta." She demonstrated by grabbing the hoof and wrapping her own hoof around, giving it a shake. "It's called a hoofshake!"
"A....hoof....shake?" She asked, staring hard at their hooves.
"Uh huh! Now you try!" Magenta reached out and did what Bright did. "Magenta has amnesia. She can't remember not one thing from her past life. Everything and everypony she ever knew was erased from her mind. Which includes shaking hooves."
"Oh! Okay! For a second, I thought you didn't like me," Fuchsia commented in relief. Then gave her a smile. "Is that why you're in the hospital?"
Magenta nodded. "I got hurt really bad by something that left me with twenty eight cuts, gashes, and lacerations. I'm also a flightless Pegasus. I lost my wings."
"Oh no!" Fuchsia exclaimed. Her parents looked and walked over briskly to see what the issue was. "That sounds awful! Are you doing okay?"
"Yeah. They stitched me closed, so I don't think I'll be able to fly again. My body already hurts just from small movements. So I use a wheelchair to lose some of the stress." She motioned towards the wheelchair connected to her rear legs.
"Aww," Fuchsia cried. "That is so sad." Her parents stopped beside her and smiled. "Mom? Dad? This is Bright Snow."
"Hi! I'm Bright Snow!" The little filly said while jumping up and down.
"Hello, there!" The mare greeted, chuckling at her enthusiasm. She was so lively.
"And this is her friend Magenta," Fuchsia continued. The orange filly smiled sheepishly and gave a weak wave.
"Hi!" The stallion greeted. "It's nice to meet you two. Are your parents around?"
Bright Snow instantly lost her smile and hyper attitude. Magenta quickly grabbed her friend with one hoof and pulled her into a hug. The three in front of them raised an eyebrow.
"It's okay, Bright," Magenta cooed. "They don't know." She looked back up to the three. "About that, ummm....w-we're orphans."
"Oh, I am so sorry!" The father cried, taken back quickly. "I didn't know!"
Bright Snow got a little smile back. "I-It's okay. I forgive you. Me and Magenta were heading to the movie room. She forgot what a movie was, so I'm going to show her. Would you like to join us?"
Fuchsia shrugged. "I would, but—"
"Nonsense, sweetheart," the mare interrupted, nudging her forward with a hoof to the flank. "Go and have fun."
Fuchsia gasped and looked behind her at her parents. "Really?!" They nodded. "Thanks, mom!"
"Yay! Follow me!" Bright Snow began to walk away, followed by a groaning Magenta and an excited Fuchsia. The parents glanced at each other and smiled approvingly.
"So the movie room is like the library!" Bright cheered. Looks like she was back up to her cheerful attitude. Magenta sighed in relief. A much more happy Bright was a far better Bright. "But instead of books, there are movies!"
"It sounds nice," Magenta commented.
Fuchsia nodded in agreement. "I've been here for two weeks, but I've never actually been to this room before," she informed them. Bright turned around and faced her once they made it to the door. Didn't look like anyone was in there, Magenta noted as she peeked over Bright.
"Why were you in here?" She asked.
"Stomach bug."
"What's a....stomach bug?" Magenta asked.
"It's a... it's something that gets you sick. It can make you vomit, get dizzy, a whole lot of problems."
"Vomit?"
"Wow, your amnesia is bad. I'll demonstrate. Something from here—" She made a circular motion on her stomach. "Comes up out of here." She pointed at her mouth.
"Ew. That sounds gross. Why would you do that?" Magenta asked disgustingly.
Fuchsia Winds chuckled. "You can't help it. It just happens. You could be sleeping and then you have to vomit all of a sudden."
"Enough about vomit!" Bright ordered as she opened the door. "We're here to watch movies!" She walked inside the room while Fuchsia and Magenta shared a glance. Shrugging, they followed after her.
The room was a little bigger than the library and had pillows spaced out in front of a large television in the front, facing them. There were bookcases on the sides, but those definitely weren't books.
"This is the movie room!" Bright Snow cheered, standing on her two hooves with her front hooves out. "Where I come to relax to my heart's content!"
"Content?" Magenta asked. She looked to Fuchsia Winds who only shrugged in response.
"What do you wanna watch? We have Spider-Hoof, Supermare, The Strong Stallion...so many." Bright Snow started browsing through the shelves while Magenta unhooked herself from the wheelchair, groaning from the lightning bolts shooting up her hind legs once they touched the ground.
"Are you okay?" Fuchsia Winds asked in worry. She glanced at Magenta's flank, making Magenta herself froan and roll her eyes. Why did these ponies like her butt so much?
"I'm not okay, but I can still walk." She took a few slow steps forward, making her way towards one of the pillows. She calmly walked on it, poked around and got into a comfortable position before she flopped down with a sigh of relief. "Phew, that's so much better....and I left my wheelchair over there, awww!"
Fuchsia chuckled before she pushed the wheelchair forward with her wing. "It's okay, I can put it over here by you." It was pushed right next to her pillow.
"Thank you so much. Have you picked out a....movie?!" The two older mares stared in wonder at the filly who was carrying around maybe ten or fifteen dvd's in her hooves. She dropped them down in front of the two while giving her signature grin. "Uhhh...Bright? I think we said A movie. Which I think means one. Unless I'm wrong about that."
"I'm going to let you choose!" She cheered.
"Okay, well.....I guess Spider-Mare sounds fun. What do you think, Fuchsia?" They looked towards the purple pegasus who was poking at her own chin, trying to decide.
"Yeah, sure. Spider-Mare. I didn't even know they had a movie room back here." She walked over to a pillow beside Magenta and got comfortable while Bright Snow got the movie setup. "So...do you know where you came from at least?"
Magenta shook her head. "I can't remember anything. Except how to talk, eat, drink, use the bathroom, walk and basic movements. Everything I might've known before is gone. I don't even know how to write, so I can't write my songs. Bright Snow said she would write them for me though."
"You do music?" She asked in astonishment.
"Well.....I don't know. I only sung one song and that was here in the hospital. Yesterday."
"THAT was you?!" She asked loudly. Magenta nodded. "You sounded AMAZING! My parents said you sounded like an angel!"
"Wait, your parents heard me?" She asked nervously.
"Uh huh! Everypony on this floor heard you! You sounded amazing! How old are you?"
"I'm......I don't know," she whimpered. Fuchsia put a wing over her back while Bright Snow made her way over to the three of them.
"Yeah, you have a really bad case of amnesia. I'm twelve. Born on February second."
"Yeah, rub it in, why don't ya'?" Magenta joked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't—" Magenta thrust a hoof into her mouth before she realized what she did. She made a face of disgust and quickly retracted it, rubbing it on a pillow. This pony just got rid of a stomach bug right?
"Ew, never doing that again. And I was making a......" She put her hoof to her chin before she turned to Bright Snow for help.
"A joke!"
"Yeah, that!"
Fuchsia chuckled. "Well, that was a good effort for a joke. I would've laughed if I wasn't pent on offending you."
"Pent?"
Sweetie Belle was walking around the hospital, trying to look at everything at once. There were a few more foals on the floor, all with nurses around them. They say all the Manehattan hospitals were different from the others and they all had a different niche. This was the more serious one where you're supposed to have a nurse around you at all times. So that meant Sweetie belle was walking around with three ponies surrounding her. Applebloom, Rarity, and her nurse. A unicorn mare by the name of Paper Weight. She had a completely light blue coat, light blue mane and tail, and light blue eyes. For some reason her cutie mark was a...rock. When Sweetie Belle saw that, she asked her about it and she said it was because she stood firm. Like a rock. So Sweetie made a mental note of not even trying to convince this mare to do something if it came down to it.
"This is a big floor," she whispered. Apple Bloom looked at her for a moment before looking around. It was pretty big.
"Yeah, it does have its sizes. Do you think Gabby—"
"I don't even want to think about it," Sweetie interrupted. "I'm just...accepting the fact...that she's gone." Applebloom sighed and nodded her head before she looked away. She looked back over when Sweetie nuzzled her. "And it's okay. She's in a better place now. Where she can really fly."
"Ah hope you're right, Sweetie," Applebloom responded while returning the nuzzle. "Ah hope you're right."