I can’t lie and say that being threatened and injured wasn’t traumatizing and wasn’t going to affect me later on in life, due to me already mentally being an adult and whatnot. Though, I couldn’t help but realize that the adult mentality that I am already sporting means absolutely nothing when compared to the situation I am currently in.
Yet I found solace in one thing.
"Ding dong the wicked bitch is dead!" With that, I promptly slumped over into a limp heap and tried to not let the injury I sustained affect me, which was incredibly hard if you were me.
My childish coping method and noticeable pain received a not-so-amused reaction from the one who pretty much killed the changeling queen, or just seriously maimed. I could care less, she was lying motionless and I couldn't tell if she was breathing in that puddle of green blood she was in. Said vanquisher simply let out a small sigh in response, turning around and grabbing me off the floor once more. She turned us away from the utter massacre before us and moved to step out of the room.
She was weirdly silent as the scenery changed and we passed through the hallway and the living room, I turned my head to see us a few feet away from reaching the front door. My mind was currently not so clear and I couldn't help but find the situation light confusing, it's as if something was trying to muffle the environment around me without giving me any say. Not being a fan of this I momentarily shook my head against her chest, which Spitfire probably mistook for a plea of comfort.
"Just.. just hang on buddy, we're going to get some help"
With that, I could assume that we were now in the air, from the flaps of wind impacting against my face whenever we jerked around. It was a rather peaceful sensation compared to what I was subjugated to just a few moments ago, in fact, it was further helping my tired form fall unconscious. Or rather I felt as if everything suddenly lacked sound and my vision was slowly fading into darkness, the struggle wasn't possible and I simply let my head fall back.
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When I awoke it was thanks to a much more calmed mindset, me being able to comprehend my consciousness at the moment. Well almost consciousness, my eyes blinked a few times in adjusting to the bright white light that seemingly sprung out from the sky. That's when my senses returned to me, I felt as if I was laying upon something.
But it didn't concern me as I could hear and feel the up and down movement of someone presumably next to me, turning over my attention to a now clear yellow furry side. Confusion and slight paranoia tried seeping in but was quickly battered away by my sense of understanding and realization kicking in. I knew only one person with this distinct fur color and ability to snore louder than a bulldozer, random personification but I digress.
So I did what a normal addled and recovering from an almost fatal and traumatizing situation that could have lead to a very bad time, I of course snuggled closer to the second person in this pony world I could trust. Number one being mother dearest of course, which brought my mind to a halt as she crossed into my head. I had completely forgotten that she returned to Canterlot for her very necessary job, but seeing as she was very reluctant and... I do hope that nothing bad happened to her.
While busy with my worry-filled thoughts, I mindlessly pressed my injured shoulder harder than I intended to against Spitfire and was given a creeping jolt of pain in response. Though not as painful as it was originally, it felt slightly numbed down and.. oh.
I could see that my shoulder was fitted with a decently sized gauze to cover the wound I sustained, some red tints were visible but I could tell a professional had a look at this.
This brought me to my next conclusion of many in my very active mindscape.
'We're in a hospital, aren't we? I hope healthcare is free here...'
But enough with the laying around and acting as if I were some sort of indisposed video game character walking up from a coma and the exposition just floods them. As comfortable as laying against Spitfire and going back to sleep was, I couldn't help but keep my worry until after this whole situation was solved. I grunted and placed a hoof against the mare's side to help stabilize and push myself up, the top half of my head rose and I was able to take a glance at the room we were in.
'Yep.. definitely a hospital'
Now that I was aware of where I was. I glanced back down at the sleeping form of Spitfire, I felt guilty about disturbing her very well disturbed dirt nap. But.. answers were something that I needed, also information on when exactly mother would be here.
So like a child, I would gently drop back down to a prone form against the pegasus and scorched my body upwards until I was face to face with her.
"Spitfire? Wake up... hello?"
Soft and timidity was going to get me nowhere with this snoring beast. I lightly frowned before trying once more to wake her up as best as I could.
"Spitfire wake up. We have a city to burn"
Nothing.
So I resorted to nuzzling her until her body forced her into consciousness to see what was touching her. Akin to a feather being rubbed against someone's nose, it took a good few rigorous moments of nuzzling until she stopped mid-snore. A noise was let out of her before an eye flipped open, a bright amber eye looking directly into both of mine.
I stopped nuzzling and brought my head back to give her space. Watching as her gaze drifted from me to air then to me then back to nothingness before finally stopping on me.
Taking this as her being awoken, I moved to speak with a small smile.
"Oh you're awa-oof"
I let out a surprised noise as both of the wonder bolts eyes sprung open and stared at me, short after I felt her hooves wrap around my body and pull me closer.
Head lying flat against her chest as she brought her muzzle down onto the top of my head and let out a sigh of relief. The rapid beating of her heart made it all the more apparent that she was worried about me.
"I'm so glad you're alright bud.."
To be continued.