//------------------------------// // Chapter Three // Story: WonderDash // by Fiorella //------------------------------// Fleetfoot shifted, pressing into the warm form next to her, for the third night in a row, she was struggling to get comfortable, but it proved to be a difficult task, no matter how she twisted and turned, she could never seem to be comfortable enough for sleep to take her. "Fleetfoot, move again and I will personally ensure you end up in a hospital bed." The threat was light hearted, and Fleetfoot knew Soarin' wouldn't have meant it, but she got what he was trying to say. "Sorry, Soarin'..." Fleetfoot muttered, closing her eyes again, she felt Soarin' twitch slightly, before once again becoming still. Soarin' made no effort to respond to Fleetfoot's apology. Soarin's gentle snoring filled the room, along with the constant beeping of Spitfires heart rate monitor. This was how the last three days of both Fleetfoot's and Soarin's life had passed. Fleetfoot looked again at Spitfires comatose form- moonlight spilled over her, highlighting her bandages and her expressionless face. It was almost too much to bare. "Soarin'? Soarin' I can't sleep..." Fleetfoot whispered, turning her head to glance at the pegasus stallion's face. I the moonlight, his features became even more chiseled that usual, each individual muscle visible in the moonlight... Soarin's eyes opened. He glanced first at Spitfires form, then down to Fleetfoot. "Fleetfoot... Fleetfoot... Please try to sleep... You'll need it when spitfire wakes up." Something resembling a smile flashed across Soarin's face, the first smile in three days. "Rest now..." Fleetfoot shifted, crossing her hooves and looking back up at Soarin'. "But... I-" Fleetfoot paused, her mouth hanging open, then she turned away. "Never mind..." Soarin' sighed, gently "Fleetfoot- Spitfire will be fine, given time. You have to rest." Fleetfoot felt a sudden surge of anger- she knew Spitfire would recover eventually, she knew she couldn't let her condition get in the way of something as essential as sleep- but she couldn't help it. Other than having to sleep with Soarin' on a hospital chair, she was worried about Spitfire- the two had always been close, like sisters, and seeing Spitfire in this condition- "Fleetfoot, if you want, I can go and try to get a blanket again- Redhart might be on duty, and she's more likely to give us one than Stable was." Soarin' offered kindly, smiling gently down at the mare he almost considered his sister. "Thanks, Soarin'" she whispered The door creaked loudly as Soarin' exited the room, causing Fleetfoot to wince. As soon as the door clanged shut, Fleetfoot immediately turned to the one lying on the bed. "Spitfire- I know you can't here me, but- I wanted you to-" Fleetfoot paused, already unable to continue. She reached out and brushed Spitfires tangled mane out of her closed eyes. Spitfire didn't respond. "Sometimes they say coma patients can hear you... And that the sound of their voice can help bring them back... I don't know if it's true, but it's worth it, even if it isn't" Fleetfoot begun, tears slowly drizzling down her face. Fleetfoot wasn't sure if she imagined it, but Spitfire seemed to breathe deeper, but just the one breath. "Soarin's gone to get a blanket... Because we're not leaving you. As for the upcoming-" Feetfoot stopped herself. She wasn't going to bring up the next show- because if Spitfire could hear her, and work out what she said, it might stress her even more. Spitfire shifted her hoof, Fleetfoot was absolutely sure she didn't imagine it, she was about to reach out to Spitfire, and keep talking, as the door to the room opened, and Soarin' trotted through. "Redhart gave us a couple... We can foot one up and use it as a pillow, and-" Only now did Soarin' realise Fleetfoot's positioning in relation to Spitfire. "Fleets..." "She was going to wake up," Fleetfoot begun desperately, tears again coming to her eyes as she looked at Spitfires comatose form, now completely unresponsive. "She moved... She was- going to." Fleetfoot barley managed to finish her sentence before breaking down into sobs. "C'mon Fleets... C'mere." Soarin begun, setting up the blankets to sleep on. Fleetfoot complied. "Wen we wake up, I promise we'll both talk to Spitfire, I promise, okay?" But Fleetfoot didn't respond, she was already fast asleep. Soarin' looked once again at Spitfire, worry clear on his face, then joined Fleetfoot.