Dearest Dash,
I hate it here, I hate it here so much. Everywhere here is just a reminder of loss and pain. When I’m here I can only think about the bad things in life, I guess that’s why I’m writing this, it helps me remember the good things, even if they’re gone. I hate it here, but it’s nice to be able to write this.
Well actually, I’m technically not supposed to be writing this. Doctor said that these letters may actually be causing damage in my brain. If that’s the case then I can honestly say that I don’t care. These letters, my communication with you, are the only thing that keep me from locking myself in the library and breaking down.
I’m afraid that I can only bring upon you bad news. All of the doctors are confused, they understand what happened to cause this and why this happened, but they have no idea what is going on now nor how to help it in any way. I’m scared, scratch that, I am terrified. I know I promised to be brave, and I’m trying, but I just can’t.
The night here is so quiet. I remember a long time ago, a certain pegasus broke into the hospital to finish reading a book. A certain pegasus who didn’t want to be an egghead. A certain lovely, hilarious, loyal, charming and all around dazzling pegasus. She also happened to end up becoming my wife. And I loved her with all my heart, and I still do, and I always will, no matter what.
Tomorrow I begin a few of the more... procedural medical exams. The ones with big needles and the like. I hate needles, you know that. I have an active fear of anything than can stick itself into my skin. It makes me shudder, I hope these tests are conclusive. I hate being in the dark. I feel another migraine coming on,
I’ll talk to you later, love you.
Twilight.