Warning
This chapter contains some blood related things. I just wish to warn you that this will only happen once. Thank you for cooperating and I hope you enjoy the chapter!
I stood there for another ten minutes looking at what I had just rescued. The unconscious and injured pinkie pie (or the foal of pinkie pie because she had no cutie mark) was lying on my kitchen table. I could not describe how I felt. I had gone out for a walk to try and forget about ponies and my little pony and now I have my own Pinkie Pie lying on my table. At first I thought about just taking her to the hospital and hoping they would deal with the problem but then I thought about what they might do to her. They could hand her over to the government who would treat her horrifically. The images of what would happen to her quickly filled my mind and I had to shake my mind for a minute to get them away. I had been having horrible thought on things lately and was wondering whether to see a doctor.
I suddenly remembered that she was still injured from the fire so I fiddled with the box of plasters and finally got it open. I still though wasn't in one hundred percent focus and that caused me to plaster my own hand by mistake. As I was putting the plasters on the foal pinkie pie I at first thought I saw her twitching and making weird noises and I was not very sure why until I noticed a piece of glass in her hoof. This was serious and straight away I snapped back into reality. I knew that by its size it hadn't gone too far into her skin but if I didn't remove it she might get and infection. I had to think of a way of getting out the glass without hurting Pinkie pie too much. As I was thinking it suddenly dawned on me that I was being more of a father then I had ever been. Though I wanted to have kids when my wife was alive she had died before we could have any children. As I was thinking about my wife I felt a tear come to my eye. I almost felt like I was going to just sink into depression until I heard the groans of Pinkie and Pie and put all my depression into concentrating on making her better.
This was not really my type of skill healing people (or animals). My Mum when I was little always helped me when I got a cut or splinter. Every time she healed me I felt really happy because she was looking after me and I couldn't of asked for any one else to be there. My dad had walked out on us when I was about six and he never spoke to us again. I felt it to be my fault because I remember one night I had spilt coffee all over his favorite shirt and he almost beat me up. If my mum hadn't been there I would have look like a blue berry. She had severe words with him about his actions and he almost hit her too. I had for the next two weeks after that not spoken to my dad and he never apologized. When I finally broke down to my mum she talked to my dad and he announced that he was leaving us. I never ever wanted to say his name so when my mum ever said anything about him I nicked name him "You-Know-You" after the harry potter books. This motivated me to be a better father when I became older and do everything for my child to make sure they wouldn't have to go through the pain that I felt.
When I finally snapped back to this world I remembered that I was trying to get a piece of glass out of Pinkie Pie's hoof. I walked calmly back to my medicine cabinet to try and find some wipes and a pair tweezers. It took my while since I couldn’t remember were I had last put them. At last I found them hiding behind a bottle of calpol (which I hadn't used in over a century.) I headed back to Pinkie Pie and to my horror see started crying. I was sure it was because she was feeling the pain of the glass so it meant she was coming back to conscious but I had to act fast in order to get the glass out before she woke up. I put the tweezers into my left hand and got ready to pull out the glass.
As soon as the tweezers started to pull out the glass shard I saw Pinkie's face crumple. She was obviously feeling the pain but I couldn't stop I had to get it out. I saw that it was finally coming out too my relief. However when I close to pulling it out a small trail of blood came running out and I stopped. I stared and then remembered about my wipes, which were sitting on the table. I put down the tweezers and opened up the ancient packet of wipes. They were still a bit wet and I quickly began to wipe up Pinkie's blood that was spilling out of her hoof. I hated having to do this. Pinkie pie from what I know is always happy and never cries. I saw tears dripping from her eyes and I knew she could feel the pain. When you’re older then fifteen you just try to shrug off the pain. But Pinkie pie was not that age she was merely about seven and when this thing happens to you it hurts really badly.
I whispered to her saying
"It wont takes long Pinkie pie. I promise ill get it out." She again looked like she understood me and I put the plasters down and picked back up the tweezers. I knew that one good last tuck at the glass shard and I wouldn't have to do any more. I stroked Pinkie pie's hair and got ready. I started pulling. I heard Pinkie pie groan but I didn't stop. I pulled a little bit harder and harder and harder. I gave it one last good yank and to a painful scream from Pinkie pie I had finally pulled out the shard. I immediately grabbed the ancient wipes, wiped her skin clean and put loads of plasters on it. For now I the worst of it was done.
After another ten minutes of plaster laying and hushing Pinkie pie I had finished healing her as best as I could. I saw she was tired and the plasters were stinging and I was falling asleep as well. I used my last of my staying awake energy to try and make a coffee. I made it like I always made it creamy in the center and chocolaty in the out parts. I drank with a taste of refresh feeling and became awake again. I leaned on the counter drinking and staring at Pinkie pie (who was now sleeping again) and I knew I had done well.
I drank the remainders of my hot chocolate and decided to put her to bed. I put my cup down and walked over to the table. There lay my new child. I knew that I had to look after her no matter what. I again stroked her hair and she nuzzled a bit. I smiled now knowing that she was ok and I hadn't done too much damage. I picked her up in the cloth I had rescued her with (stained with her blood) and carried her up the stairs.
She lay in my arms like nothing had happened as if I was her dad taking her up to her room after watching a film she fell asleep through. My heart was calm, my eyes were tired and my brain was cooling down. I had not felt this much pain and exhaustion ever since the day my wife had died.
We reached my wife's old room and I put her down on the untied bed. I had never come round to tidying up this room because I had wanted to leave it the way it was since my wife had died. Straight away I knew that had been a bad idea. As soon as I walked in my face hit nearly five different cobwebs and I almost tripped on a floorboard that was sticking up. I decided I would tread more lightly for the last few steps. I held my hand up to my face and covered pinkie pie's with my free arm and waved around to see if there were any more cobwebs nearby and ventured forward. The room became unstable, the roof was falling in a bit in the corners and the wardrobe's doors were wide open.
When I finally got to the edge of the bed (avoiding as many cobwebs as I could) and lay her down. Her eyes were so tired and I knew she must not have slept for days. I looked at her for a couple of minutes and wondered
"I don't know why your here. But I know you need help so I will always be here to comfort you or give you advice." I gave her a small kiss on the forehead and crept back outside. I tip toed to the door and shut it. I took my normal pose and crept to my room. I got undressed and put on my pajamas. Then did something I had not done since I was a child and started to pray. I said,
"Dear Lord, Please help me to look after Pinkie Pie. Help me to be there for her and to guide her in a realm she doesn't know. Let me be the best I can and never hold her back unless it’s for her safety. Through Christ our lord,
Amen"
I felt astonished by what I had just said. I had never really believed in God so for me to pray was a one of a kind moment. I felt proud and hope when I had said that. I felt as if the goodness of God had come down and lit up my heart. I smiled knowing that from now on things could only go up. I climbed into bed and smiled again. I had defiantly developed as a father and I knew that Pinkie Pie was going to need a lot of fatherly care.
I was just starting to close my eyes when I heard a voice I never thought I would hear. It was coming from down stairs. The person knocked quite loudly and said,
"Ben? Hello you there? Ben!" I got up and tip toed downstairs. I hoped she hadn't woken Pinkie Pie or else I would have a lot of explaining to do if she found out. I crept to the door and to my surprise it had not been the person I had expected but rather a more pretty face.
It was my best friend Sadie.