The next day was the time when I'm confident to say that things has finally gone better.
It was also the same day when I was asked to stand on my four hooves.
I wasn't sure why the doctor asked me to do this so quickly, but maybe it was the reason why Mom had to left me yesterday, dealing with all the boring paperwork like... I don't know. Mom is the only pony who actually managed my family, the one who deal with all of the stuff which making me questioning how she still managed to holding up like she is.
I mean when I looked at a book full of text with no picture on it, I'm sure I will be asleep in the next minutes.
Anyway, the doctor came and told me to stand on my four hooves, and I have to say, it wasn't a such an easy task. I could stand alright, but l could only move with three legs which was hard, but at least the doctor said that 'soon' I will be able to move my injured leg freely.
I can't wait to moved my right hind leg again. It will make my life way more easier.
True to her word, Mom came back, and she did spend her time with me, but unfortunately, it seems like they were just taking a turn at who was going to stay with me in the hospital.
But maybe it was worth to asked, so I asked her anyway.
"Mom, why can't be both of you and dad stayed at here with me?"
She smiled, patting my mane and said, "It's nothing Rarity, it just uh..." She was struggling to find the correct words, but she continued, "We were busy, I heard the doctor said you were making progress to stand up on your hooves again."
She was obviously changing the topic of the conversation, but I wasn't aware of that at that time, so I answered, "Uh-huh. He said I will be able to move my leg again."
She chuckled at my response, "It was a good thing to hear." She then pulled something out from her bag, "Look what I brought you."
When I landed my eyes on it, I simply couldn't believe what I saw.
It was three small and identical blue diamonds which looked almost exactly like my own cutie mark.
I was shocked, was my eyes deceiving me? How did Mom get it?
She was chuckling after seeing at Celestia knows what my expression were, and placing them on top of my belly which I began to touch with my hoof.
"It is yours, sweetie."
She kissed me on my forehead, which I repay by giving her a hug, pouring my heart content of her gift.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."
She was hugging tighter in response while I nuzzled my head deep against her chest, feeling the warmth of her fur and... maybe some of her sweat... before we broke our embrace.
"Your welcome, sweetheart."
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After about a day or two in the hospital, I was able to move on my hooves again.
When was the exact time I leave? I wasn't sure, but from what I counted myself, the first day was when I was out, the second day was with the pink nurse, and the third day was when my parents comes to visit me.
So yeah, on the fifth day I was allowed to leave from the hospital.
I still haven't fully healed when I wrote this, but I'm very grateful that I don't have to use a wheelchair or anything to move, and the fact that I still can stand under my own hooves is a Celestia's blessing.
Being disabled for a brief period of time has making me realize just how much of a gift most ponies will take for granted, well I don't know if this is the correct words, but I settled to write them down anyway.
When I leave the hospital for the first time, the first things Mom do was signing on some paperwork. Paperwork, always some paperwork.
I remember where the nurse said multiple time of 'at here and here and here', just how many signs did they needed anyway? But thankfully it wasn't a time-consuming process, and we were ready to go.
It was so much better to breathe in the air outside, the damp like and cool sensation in each breath were so refreshing in my lungs, I really love the air in this town, it was different.
"Ah..."
"You enjoy the air?" Dad asked.
"Yeah, It seems better than when we arrived."
Despite I can move, doesn't mean I have to because I was practically limping on my hooves, so instead of torturing myself, I ride on Dad's back which have it's on perk by allowing me to see the town more freely.
Ponyville, I have to say, you are a cozy little town I ever visit, and I hope this some short of craziness like the monster wasn't a regular occurrence, otherwise I'm sorry to say, I hate you for putting false advertisements and ruining our life. Not only Dad and I was eaten by your fancy brochure, now I'm crippled and you just crack my parents relationship.
"Are you okay Rarity?" Mom asked, "You still afraid about the monster are you?"
I shook my head, "I just wish we have never been here in the first place."
She didn't response, nor Dad did. A very uncomfortable silent to be specific, and I knew what they were thinking. We all are.
After voicing my inner thought, we kept walking on and on until I realized I still don't know where we were heading to.
"So, where are we going?"
Mom glanced at me, asking, "Well, do you have something in mind?"
"Um." At that point I was thinking something cold and refreshing, something sweet and easy to swallow, and I knew I made a right decision.
"Alright, let's get you some Ice cream then." Mom said with a small smile.
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It doesn't take too long for us to found an ice cream vendor in the park. It was crowded by a lot of filly my age and because of the advantage of having parents nearby, I can get it faster than the other.
It was nice, although I didn't have so much of a choice because the ice cream vendor was practically out of his ice cream stock from his customers, bless Celestia for my luck. I still enjoy my plain white vanilla ice cream I got with a chocolate chips on top as a cherry tip.
We sat somewhere at the park and I almost tripped when I was on the ground and tried to climb on a bench. My parents reaction was almost instantaneously, they hold my legs and asked, "Are you okay?" which making me feels like a lot younger than my current age.
I felt really bad for both of them. Not only because I was a burden for a couple of days, but because I could see the rift between their love for each other and mine.
But it can be worse, I heard that some parents decided to live apart against each other after something which I don't understand, but I guess I understand now, they must be mad like, very mad, so they can't even see each other's faces.
I don't want to know and will NEVER want to know what will happen to me if my parents decides to live apart, I want both of them near me and live together like we have always been, but they already make a promise to each other and to me and I believe my parents will not leaving because of what happened in this town.
When I was there, I occasionally saw a few ponies looking in my direction, some looked away once I caught them but some even... sympathy? Of course they will, maybe because of my legs which now supporting cuts and wrapped around in bandages.
Some other was even using me as a way to teach their own foal. Seriously, there was an old green mare donning an orange cloth with apple motive on her neck quite literally pointing at me while yelling to an orange earth pony with blonde mane and red colt with orange mane next to her.
What is it the word to describe the uneasiness of being the center of attention.
Well, it doesn't matter, I'll leave soon anyway, but will we return here?
I don't know, actually I have this feeling that we might stay at Manehattan for more than 'some time', I know we will back home and might never return to Ponyville.
Such a waste, this place was more than the place where I almost die, but also the place where I gain my cutie mark.
Is my cutie mark matter?
Of course it is, but maybe I'm better to not questioning what does it mean. I had enough of thinking about it that I think it doesn't really matter.
I stopped staring at myself and realized that the old granny with what I assume her grandchildren has gone from where they were.
"What are you looking at sweetie?" Dad asked which I answered, "There was somepony using me as a teaching material."
He raised his eyebrows and I elaborate, "Just an old granny pointing her hoof at me while yelling at a foal next to her."
He sighed, "Don't worry, we will leave soon, and you will not have to see her again okay?"
"Mhmm," I nodded.
I looked up at the sky above us, a clear sky where the pegasus really did their job to clean the sky instead of simply moving them apart, but where they move the clouds? It doesn't matter. I was just enjoying the warmth of the sunlight on my coat, a stark contrast to a cold hospital room with Air Conditioner.
I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up on top of my Dad while we were waiting for the train in the train station.
Mom was talking to a clerk while Dad and I was behind her.
"Ah, you awake." Dad said, "Sleep well I guess?"
"Mhmm." I said while rubbing my eyes, blinking and make a confirmation that we indeed at the train station.
Mom said thank you to the clerk behind the glass counter and we stand near the platform waiting for the train to comes.
"When will the train arrive?" I asked.
"Soon, it will arrive soon, only a few minutes and we all set."
The sunlight beginning to turned from blue to orangish grey, the sun was descending, tuning down the world brightness just in time for the white steam to emerged from one corner of the station, indicating that the train has arrived.
Seeing the train crawling on the rail under the rich orange coloration from the sunlight as we about to leave the town was surreal. It seems like we were just making a sharp turn of a story, a different path of life or something like... I don't know.
I felt compelled to stay actually, maybe because whatever destiny was brought me here wants me to stay but... why?
I don't even know what I'm supposed to do here, I mean I have a fantasy of being a famous costume designer, this place was a perfect setup with The Play days ago, and this place also had a very convenient boutique which allow me to jump up my career but, I guess my chance to showed my creation was ruined.
But enough of that, I just wanted to go home and rest. If I'm really destined to be a fashionista, it will be only a matter of time, if not...
What can I say. Screaming against the heaven?
It was getting late right now and the journey from this place to Manehattan wasn't a short one and both my parents were asleep anyway. Now that I'm think about it, I wonder how much of sedative they put into me now that I don't recall most of my time in the hospital and the fact now I can't sleep.
'Great.'
With nothing else to do, I looked at my Mom's gift, my blue diamonds which are shining at our darkest moment in life, like my dad said.
It was at least something, and I'm glad that I have my cutie mark now, it is still part of my identity no matter what, which is something that making me a Rarity among the other.