“Stop saying that!” Sweetie Belle said in a fit of rage, angry at her sister’s baby talking.
Rarity replied while pinching one of her little sibling’s cheeks, “Sorry Sweetie, but you’re just the cutest lil sis I’ve ever had… . Despite having an ouchie… .” Sweetie then swiped her sibling’s hoof away, and replied with; “I know I have one. So stop doing that!”
Sweetie Belle sat down, and said; “owie… “ while looking at her injury on one of her back hooves.
Rarity is apparently not worried surprisingly… . But still, she’s worried that her constant baby talk to her “not baby” sister might break their sisterly relationship with each other all over again. Now getting an idea, Rarity said; “I’ll be right back!” And left her little sibling behind, who’s now softly crying as she doesn’t want her older sibling to know that she still doesn’t mind being treated like a baby again, or filly… . And also because she’s trying to act like it’s no big deal, despite that it hurts a lot, and that it wasn’t the first time she got hurt like that… .
To put it blunt, she either cut, or scraped her knee, and it’s starting to sting. And swell slightly.
After a few minutes went by, Rarity had returned with a first aid kit. “Alright sweetie”, Rarity began as she’s opening up the kit. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with… . Shall we?”
Sweetie nodded and knelt down before replying with; “make it quick… “ while tears are going down her face as she’s in so much pain… in her own opinion. Rarity nodded, and began patching her up.
However, while she was cleaning up Sweetie’s injury, she then eventually saw that it was no small cut, but it was wide too. Not wide enough to see anything concerning, but still wide enough to the point that it looked worse.
Shocked, Rarity asked; “sweetie Belle! H-how’d you get this?!” Sweetie sniffled, then moved a bit to get comfortable before recalling the events that led to the injury… .
“Ready Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo asked.
Shaking, Sweetie Belle gulped, and replied with whilst trembling; “are you sure that this is safe Scootaloo??? Cuz I don’t know… .”
Scootaloo scoffs, and then says; “no worries… . I’ve done this stunt a hundred times! It’s totally safe.”
Sweetie smiled meekly, and says; “alright… . If you say so… .” She then gulped before anticipating what’s gonna happen. After psyching herself up, Sweetie put on a brave face, and then says; “release!” While having one of her hooves in the air. And with that, Scootaloo and apple bloom pulled the two levers together in order for their slingshot to work so sweetie Belle wouldn’t stay in that cart for too long.
Back to the present… .
“W-w-what?!” Rarity stammered out of shock.
Seeing her big sister’s state of shock, Sweetie Belle quickly replied with; “b-b-but I made it out okay! Honest!”
After taking some deep breaths, Rarity looked at her irresponsible lil sister very slowly, and then calmly asked, yet with a time that red that she’s not happy. “Then how did you explain that cut that you got on your knee… ?”
Sweetie Belle started with “um… “ before thinking back as to how she actually got hurt.
Back in the past to when Sweetie Belle got hurt… .
“Woo! That was so awesome!” Sweetie Belle shouted and cheered out of excitement.
“Told ya,” Scootaloo began. “Now let’s get ya out of here before… .” However, before she could finish her sentence, Scootaloo started to lean back and flail her hooves, like as if she’s about to fall over. Seeing this, Sweetie Belle grabbed one of her flailing hooves, and pulled her away. Unfortunately, this caused sweetie Belle to fall over, and crash into the cart. The cart was in smithereens, and surprisingly enough sweetie Belle was okay. Up until she saw that she was hurt, and then she began crying out in pain because of it.
Back to the present… .
“So that’s how it happened… .” Rarity trailed off while bandaging her sibling’s injured hoof.
Sweetie Belle winced due to the pain, and then replied with; “yeah… . That stinks… . But hey hehe… it could’ve been worse… .”
Rarity looks at her and asked, “you didn’t break any bones did you… ?”
Sweetie Belle smiles with a blush, and said; “no… . But I’m still not comfortable with you treating like a little filly though… . Even though I wanted you to… soon… ?”
Rarity looked confused and asked; “well whatever do you mean darling… ? What’re you talking about?”
Sweetie Belle starts sighing, before replying with; “well… . Ever since you began bandaging me up, I felt like that you were just bandaging nothing more than a lil booboo when I got hurt riding that bike, or Scootaloo’s scooter… . Y-you know… ?”
Realizing what that meant, Rarity just chuckled, and replied with; “oh don’t worry sweetie. I’ll always treat like a little filly.” She then stopped in her tracks and added with, “that is if you want me to.. of course… .” Before starting to blush.
Sweetie Belle blushed too with a smile, and then slowly got up before saying; “t-thanks r-rarity… .” She cleared her throat before asking; “I-if you don’t mind um… . C-can you read me a bedtime story??? For old time sakes… ? I-I’m starting to feel sleepy, and… .” Sweetie then yawned before replying with; “I-I think it’s getting late.”
Looking out the window to see that it’s still daylight out, Rarity chuckled again before replying with; “let’s get you ready for your afternoon nap before dinner time… . And then we’ll probably see if your friends wanna join too… . I-is that alright?”
Blushing, Sweetie Belle giggled a little, before replying with; “j-just don’t call us cute p-please… . E-especially Scootaloo. She hates it when ponies call her cute. She even hates it when I call her cute too… for some reason… .”
Rarity blushed to that as well, but eventually started laughing, and then sighing to calm down before replying with; “well at least your friends are nice to be understanding with your names for them, and that’s alright… .”
Sweetie Belle chuckled again before replying with; “yeah hehe… I guess you’re right.”
And with that, Rarity and Sweetie Belle went their separate ways to prepare for a little siesta, and then hours later they had a great night with the rest of the Crusaders.
The end.