Luna's bedroom was, at 11:30 at night, what you'd expect. Just without all of the extra comforters on the bed.
Or Luna. Especially on a Friday Night.
But she was there, under several blankets. On her nightstand, apart from her phone, were several bottles of over-the-counter meds.
The lights were off, curtains pulled, she wasn't even snoring. Just laying there asleep, holding a stuffed tarantula she'd had since she was just a little kid.
She had named the thing "Tarantully" and quickly grew attached to it.
Apart from Celestia and most of the time Chrysalis, she thought he was the only one who understood her until recently.
The time on her phone kept marching on until Celestia walked in at 11:36.
"I didn't think I'd be out with Discord that long," she said, rather exhausted.
Celestia making noise as she came in wasn't enough to pull Luna from the æthereal plane.
She just silently slept on, out of one dream and into the next. Some were good and some were bad, but she still lay motionless.
The æther was building a new dream for Luna, a pleasant one from where she carried her stuffed spider to school.
"I'm glad you're here, Tarantully," she said to the thing crawling on her as she found a much younger version of herself loading up DOOM! on her computer. As she walked over, though, she became the younge girl, and the spider that had been crawling on her had became a stuffed tarantula again and fell to the floor.
"Crap," she said, getting the spider then running to her chair.
It was dark out so the "two" of them would have a night to themselves.
"Levels," she said, setting the spider in her lap, "'I'm too young to die'?" she laughed at the ridiculous name, "Really? No," she said, pressing a key on her keyboard a few times, "I want 'Nightmare'."
Though it only felt like minutes, she actually spent the next several hours avoiding and killing demons that would "rip her fraggin' head off", Barons of hell that were "tough as a dump truck and nearly as big", Cacodemons, Cyberdemons, Lost souls, Spectre that would "rip her face off", Spiderdemons, and Zombies and Imps that needed lead shot in their head.
"C'me on," she said to herself in an attempt to kill a spiderdemon, "Just... a few... more... and... got it!" she said, finishing it off, then the game before looking at her clock and finding out she had spent five hours on the game, "Mm."
As she stood up, the spider crawled back to her as the scene fell to the æther's dark midnight again, but this time, it seemed to have a steady beeping sound and may have been pulsing ever-so-slightly brighter.
"You know," she said, putting the spider down on the æther's nonexistant ground, then laying on it herself, "I wonder what's going on out there right now," she said as the spider made its way onto her chest.
The spider, in its own way, shrugged and just laid down as she put her arms behind her head
"Well, that's one way to put it, I suppose."
Meanwhile, Celestia made a pot of coffee so she could see a little bit of TV before she called it a night.
I wonder if Luna's here, Celestia thought as she went to her sister's room, Maybe Chrysalis came and picked her up.
She noticed her sister's nightstand and all of the medicine bottles on it, "This isn't good," she said, walking over and finding Luna covered under several thick blankets, several shades paler than she should be.
"Oh God," she said, calling Nurse Redheart.
"Hey, Tia! What's up?" Redheart yelled from the other end of the line over what sounded like either explosions or gunfire.
"Tell me you're still close. It's Luna."
"Be there" BOOM "in a few minutes!"
Celestia brought the pot of coffee in Luna's bedroom and used it to stay awake until Nurse Redheart showed up.
Hopefully without explosives.
"Please be okay," Celestia muttered to herself almost constantly until pounding on her door jolted her back to reality.
"Celestia, it's me!"
As quickly as she could, Celestia ran to the front door, where she found a messy Redheart, "I came as fast as I could, where's Luna?"
She took Redheart to Luna's room where the nurse examined her.
"Get her to the freaking hospital, now!"
"Help me?" Celestia said, becoming noticibly more cryptic.
"We go in your car. Mine's broken so I came here on my motorcycle."
Lovely.
Redheart ploughed through the refrigerator and freezer, getting things to keep Luna's temperature down as Celestia put Luna in her car and blasted the air conditioner.
"Move over," Redheart said, "I'll drive. It'll be faster."
"Luna needs you," Celestia said, her foot on the break and ready to gun it on the road.
Redheart got in the back with Luna, but Celestia floored the car onto the road before Redheart could close the door all the way. Spoiler: It closed by itself on account of her driving.
"Shit, Celestia!" Redheart said as she adjusted Luna and herself, "Don't kill us!"
"Do you want her to die?" Celestia retorted, cutting several cars off to get onto the main highway.
"Like I said," Redheart placed a bag of ice and poured a bottle of water on Luna, then took a sip of her vodka to keep from being too sober, "Keep us alive."
"Mom drove - GRUNT - the same way!" Celestia fell victim to prime oversteer as she cut off the oncoming lane of traffic to get onto the ramp to the freeway, "Deal - GRUNT - with it!" she cut off a few lanes of traffic then finally found Exit 16C to US-416 North. Now, it was a straightshot to the hospital.
So long as she didn't plough into anyone else on the road, of course.
"I need to know a few things if I'm gonna take her in," Redheart said as the car screeched to a sudden halt.
"I called you right when I found her in bed like that."
"Stay right here," Redheart said, running inside, "I'm going to get a wheelchair for her."