The cyan mare had been up for hours. Rainbow dash swore it had to have been at least two hours. She lie on her side, her forelegs wrapped tightly around her stomach. Her body felt weak and suppressed. She twisted and turned, she tried to lie on her stomach to ease the pain, Her stomach throbbed every time she attempted to move. She let out a small groan. Her face begins to cringe slightly as she feels her stomach churn. Her face slowly beginning to turn pale green, she felt as if her stomach wanted to retract her stomach contents. The mare lay still, praying to celestia; hoping she wouldn't throw up. She sat up slowly. Her head began to throb almost immediately, her stomach ached, her head spinned. Pushing off the blankets, She flew into the bathroom with agony. She groaned heavily as she failed to land. Her body making a loud thump.
Soarin jolted awake to a loud sound, as if something had fallen. "Dashie?" Soarin blinked, Still a little groggy before noticing Dash's side of the bed was empty.
"Dashie?" He heard a strained cough coming from the bathroom.
"Dashie? You okay?" Soarin exclaimed, standing in front of the closed bathroom door.
"I'm fine." She replied, her voice stiff as a stone. He heard more strange noises coming from behind the door, he flung the door open in concern. She seemed shocked. She spoke, her voice sounding strained and weak. "I'm okay...really." She looked up at his gaze, to see he didn't look convinced. He raised an eyebrow; crossing his hooves in the process. Ignoring his glance, she attempted to stand up. Instant regret could be seen upon her face, as she her body fell limp back onto the floor.
His face filled with shock as he helped her sit up. "Dash! Are you okay?!"
She moaned in pain. She lie still in his hooves; Silent. The Stallion watched as she slowly brought her forelegs to her stomach. He watched as her pale face turned from the naturally blue figure to green. She leaned over the toilet hurriedly. He waited for her to finish puking before asking. "You okay now?" The mare shook her head, as she threw her head back into the toilet. Her throat protested heavily as she puked. It had been hours. She rinsed her mouth with water. As she slowly trotted back into the room; where she and Soarin slept. She took a quick glance at the clock. It read 6:07 am. She slowly lie back in bed as to be careful not to stir another bout of nausea. She closed her eyes as she attempted to rest. Darkness beginning to indulge.
Soarin trotted out of the bathroom and back into the bed. He turned his attention to his marefriend, who was currently snoring heavily. She didn't look so good. He stared at Dash for a few moments before drifting off into a deep sleep.
Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. The alarm going off. What is that terrible noise? Soarin said as the alarm seemed to be screeching at him. Beep beep beep. The alarm screeches loudly. Getting louder every second. He let out a groan. Now he wanted more then anything to grab a mallet and smash the alarm clock, but he knew very well that he had work tomorrow and was not willing to risk being late. Nor did He want to risk getting spitfire mad, spitfire was known to give punishments unimaginable to pony kind. He forced his seemingly limp body to sit up. The clock read, 7:30 am. He turned his head to face dash, who was still currently asleep. Either she barely slept or the fact that she was just simply sick was putting a strain to her strength. He trotted into the hallway. And proceeded to knock on scootaloo's door. Opening it to reveal the small filly in the bed sleeping peacefully.
"Scootaloo? Wake up. You've gotta get ready for school." Soarin said softly as he watched the filly stir, and pull the blanket over her head. He chuckles softly at the sight.
He trotted towards the bed. And attempted to lift the blanket, earning a groan in return from the small filly. She sighs happily "Morning." Soarin smiles brightly, "Morning." She giggles with delight.
"Is Rainbow Dash still asleep?" She exclaims happily, as Dash's snoring could be heard from miles away. "Uh, Yeah." He says with a nervous smile. It doesn't seem to do much to convince the filly. Dammit. He thought. She's suspicious.
He sighs softly before admitting. "Rainbow Dash is sick." Those four little words seem to crush the filly.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Scootaloo asks frowning. "She'll be fine. You don't have to worry about her." He smiles, as he hopes to bend the filly's worries. He himself was worried about Dash. The filly smiles at his words.
"Now, go get ready for school. You don't want to be late again, do you?" He says chuckling. "No sir!" Scootaloo retorts playfully while Saluting, Hopping out of the blankets and onto the floor as she proceeds to run into the bathroom. "Good." Soarin says chuckling at the filly's humor.
Soarin trotted back into the bedroom to check on dash. He lays a hoof on her forehead. Its hot. Oh no, she's burning up. He runs into the bathroom. Throwing the cabinets open and searching frantically for a thermometer. Where the heck is that thing. His mind protests as he continues to search frantically. He finally spots a rectangular figure in the far back of the cabinet. He flies quietly back over to to his marefriend who is snoring intently. He places the stick into her mouth as he waits for a beep. Beep. He pulls the white stick out of her mouth and presumes to look at the number.
It reads, 102° This can't be good. He takes another look at dash. She was covered in sweat. The blanket only succeeding to cover half of her body. She was shivering. He felt dumbstruck. He had no idea how to handle this kind of situation. He ran back into the bathroom. Throwing the thermometer into the sink, as that was currently the least of his problems. He opens the bathroom covered and snatches a dry towel. He turns the faucet on. Before placing the towel in the water, he made sure the water was cold. He hoped that maybe the cold water would at least bring down the fever. He flew back over to his marefriend. He placed the towel onto her forehead with care. Before remembering he had a certain filly to bring to school.
"Scootaloo!" He called out. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah!" She says, walking towards the front door.
"Alright, Lets go." He quipped; Smiling. He bent down the let the filly climb onto his back, Before he took off into the clear sky.
A couple hours later.
Soarin had ended up calling in sick for the sake of his sick marefriend. "Dashie? Wake up." The stallion says his voice seemingly echoing in the mares ears.
She groaned. "Wha?" She answers sharply. She lies on her side.
"I made some soup." The stallion exclaims softly as he places the soup on the nightstand. "Do you want some? I'll make you feel better." He asks calmly.
"I don't need soup, I'm fine." She says, Pushing the bowl away; Crossing her hooves.
She earns a glare from her coltfriend. "I'm fine soar...really. You don't need to worry about me. I'm just a little sick." She assures her coltfriend, Beginning to get a little Irritated.
"Dashie." Soarin retorts causing the mare to look up at him.
"How can you be a little sick?" He says glaring. "You threw up for three hours straight, you're in a cold sweat and you have a high fever. How exactly can you be a little sick?" He exclaims, his voice slightly rising.
"I told you. I'm fi-" She stops mid-sentence. He notices her face turning pale green and her slowly sitting up. "Dash?" No answer. Her face getting paler by the second. "Dash?" No answer.