//------------------------------// // Only Angels Have Wings // Story: A Story of Love (Among Others) // by TheMareWhoSaysNi //------------------------------// He said he would call but he never called. It had been only two weeks since the letter, I knew, but two weeks that felt atrociously long. Days were going by so slowly. I always received calls from Coloratura, to get to the club or to say anything she wanted me to know, Fire Streak sent me three-hours long messages to tell me things I didn't even care about. It was even longer now that those two had met a few months ago. Between a womanizer and a femme fatale, of course there were sparks in the air, and this, though Fire Streak was engaged with a very beautiful model. But Soarin never called, though his calls were the ones I was yearning for the most. On this morning, I was feeling awful. My throat was sore, my head felt about to blow up, my nose was congested and I was pretty sure I had a fever since I couldn't help shivering while sweating. At the same time, my stomach ached terribly, as if someone were tearing my innards from the inside before catching them on fire. I kept on sniffing into my handkerchief but I never could breath better. We were waiting for another music theory class to begin but I couldn't get focused on what the girls were talking about around me, doubled up in pain and my whole body thumping against my clothes. "Are you sure that's okay, Rainbow Dash?" Fluttershy gently asked. "You look very in pain and you're even paler than usually." "I told her she should have stayed at home," Pinkie Pie added. "Yeah, I'm fine... Well, I'm obviously a little sick... Might have caught a cold. But it's going to be fine, don't worry." Pinkie Pie grabbed my shoulders with her very special kind of delicacy and shook me like I were some plum tree. "I know!" she cried. "You mistook again at the vending machine and took those Chinese cakes with grains, is that so?" Pinkie Pie never remembered those grains were actually sesame, which means this was called sesam cakes. She didn't care because I eventually stopped point it out to her and now I understood what she wanted to say each time she was talking about Chinese cakes with grains. And since I was allergic to sesame, among other things, if I took that by mistake, it would have grave consequences. But I hadn't taken anything at the vending machine. So, I told the girls so they wouldn't worry about a potential food poisoning. Surely I had only caught a very bad virus in the subway trains or something of the kind. "Maybe you're just hungry," Fluttershy said. "My stomach really aches when I haven't eaten for too long. Wait, I have a cereal bar in my bag." She leaned over to catch it but that was exactly the moment our teacher entered into the room. We were forbidden to eat in the music rooms so this cereal bar wasn't going to be for now. Somehow, I settled correctly behind my instrument but I was really feeling dizzy. My ears were buzzing and I couldn't even hear what the teacher was saying. I couldn't see her clearly neither, actually, my vision completely blurred. But the worse still was my stomach that had never been so painful. Soon I was going to lie on my table and see an alien getting out of my belly... I stretched out my hand to get to Pinkie's. "Pinkie," I said in a muffled hoarse voice. "I really can't take it anymore. Please tell the tea..." Suddenly, all I could see was darkness. And a long narrow corridor where I was groping about. I kept walking in the corridor, but there was no exit, and nothing else around than darkness. When I opened up my eyes, it felt like I had been falling into unconsciousness only a minute before. I didn't know what happened but I knew I wasn't in school anymore. When I numbly turned my head, still sunk in my inertia, I noticed a white wall. One more effort to turn my head the other way and I lowered my eyes to see there was a drip in my arm. I wasn't wearing my clothes but an hospital shirt. Slowly, my mind emerged from the fog. I tried to sit up. A nurse rushed towards me. "Don't push yourself too hard... You've been through a lot." Yet I sat up anyway. My head was no longer spinning and though I still had a sore throat and a congested nose, my stomach hurt me no more. Or at least, a little less. "What am I doing here?" "You fainted from fever and pain." Something like that never happened to me. I had been sick in the past, of course, but not so sick that I lost consciousness. Yet, I had taken medecines, I had done everything I should have do in order to get better. Maybe that was because I had so much frustration and sorrow in me, my body didn't follow anymore. Someone knocked on the door and Pinkie Pie and Rarity appeared, looking very worried. Pinkie fell on my neck and held me like a maniac, but the nurse gently pushed her away. "What happened?" she asked, sitting beside me. "You freaked us out!" "Suddenly, you collapsed," Rarity replied sitting next to me as well. "You fell like this... Boom! Head first. It was so sudden some thought you were dead. Especially as there was blood..." "Blood?!!" "Yeah, Fluttershy was so shocked she didn't even want to come here. She took refuge near Big Mac." "Wait a minute... You said there was blood!! Which blood?" "You had a miscarriage." It was the nurse's voice. Everyone in the room gasped, me included. This was totally IMPOSSIBLE. "No way! I only had sex once, we used a condom and I am taking my pill seriously." "You do know none of these two are a hundred percent safe?" "And do you know who my father is? I've heard about contraception and child conception all my life! How many chances are there for this to happen? Like one in a million!" "Yet, that's what happened to you. I'm really sorry." Honestly, I didn't know how I felt about that. I didn't even have a clue about being... pregnant. The word itself sounded strange to me. There wasn't any indication that I would be in such a state, except maybe that I ate a bit more at one moment in time, and I even had blood which made me think everything was clinically normal. It was not like I had known my condition. Surely, I would have felt sad or sorry for myself if it had been the case although I didn't want to have a baby now, at only twenty-one and still in College. Now the question that I asked myself was how and when would I tell it to Soarin? He had to know. The other question was, when would I be back at school? I didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long, especially since I hate being inactive but most importantly, because our group had won the prize for the Hearts &Hooves Day Party and I really wanted to go to Paris. "Here. The doctor prescribed this to you." She gave me a small white paper bag with yellow and white pills in it. Nothing could indicate me what kind of medecine it was. Surely things that were given after a miscarriage, whatever could be given for such a problem. "What is it?" I asked, intrigued and because I couldn't take pills without knowing what they did. "Sleeping pills and antidepressants." "What?!!" Pinkie, Rarity and I all gasped in unison. We weren't expecting that, though I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly. It already was difficult enough for me to put up with what was happening to me. Taking all the necessary precautions to end up in the situation you wanted to avoid. Certainly, this was what some called hard luck. "I don't want to take those. It's addictive and it's not at all what I need. I need vitamin C and paracetamol." "A miscarriage is something very traumatizing. Just because you seem to be fine now doesn't mean you'll be fine all the time." She took the clipboard pinned at my bed and read it. "We also found that you were suffering from serious anemia, which is why you're so tired. Anemia is very serious as well. You need to rest. And to eat properly." "What about that antidepressant thing?" Pinkie Pie asked judiciously. "She doesn't need pills, she has us. You can't force her to take these." "It's not about forcing her. It's a matter of prevention. Miss Rainbow Dash should better listen to the doctors and get some rest if she wants her condition to get better. Now, please, leave her alone. She has to get some sleep." Annoyed, I looked at my friends going away, while promising they'd visit me as soon as possible. The nurse left immediately after them and here I was alone, with nothing else to do than thinking about everything implied in this "health accident". A miscarriage... How could something like that be? How could it when I did my best to make sure it would never occur? Finding no answer to these questions, I simply lied down and closed my eyes. But all I could see was the image of Filthy Rich, laughing at me.