Chapter 6
It was considerably harder than I thought, to carry the unconscious filly. She was pretty heavy for a pegasus, it was very likely that she weighed more than me.
"Help!!!! Somepony, please!!!" I screamed in a desperate tone, as I ran through the bush and into the park.
My cries for help were quickly answered by a rainbow maned pegasus flying down from the sky.
"What happened?!" She asked examining the small orange pegasus's injured foreleg.
"I don't know, I just saw two fillies bullying her, and I yelled at them. Then I saw the cut and yelled at them more, and they started crying, and ran off. I tried to wrap the cut, but it only slowed the bleeding, and she still passed out from blood loss. Please, she needs help..." I said, amazed that I could say all of that in a single breath.
The rainbow maned pegasus nodded, and without hesitation quickly scooped up the orange filly, and flew off.
I ran as fast as I could after the airborne pegasus. I wasn't able to catch up, but I saw she flew to a green tent, that was posted in the middle of town not to far away.
I sprinted towards it, and reached it in about fifteen minutes. I slowed to a walk, and made my way through the pull back door, and into the tent. The tent was a lot bigger on the inside than it was on the outside.
'Damn horned ponies, they make everything so fucking confusing,' I thought to myself.
I quickly spotted three nurses, gathered around the orange pegasus. One was untying my bandana, which was now soaked in the filly's blood. The other nurse had a bag. The small plastic bag had something that looked like blood being held inside of it. The third, was sewing up the filly's cut.
I saw the rainbow maned pegasus walk by me and out the door.
'Well, don't stick around to long, she might wake up soon,' I sarcastically thought.
I turned towards the nurses and filly again. She now had a needle in the undamaged foreleg. The needle itself was hooked up to a tube. The tube lead to the blood filled bag, which now hung on a metal pole.
I also saw something that made me angry. The nurse that untied my bandana just threw it away.
"What the hell, that's mine, and I want it back, you can't just throw it away," I said startling the nurses.
I rolled my eyes, at their reaction to my sudden announcement. I decided to walk up to the trash and grab it myself.
I reached down into the small can and grabbed the blue and red cloth in my maw, pulling the soaking wet object out of the trash. I really didn't care whether or not I got the taste of blood in my mouth.
To tell the truth, I loved the taste of blood. I couldn't eat meat, and wouldn't hurt a defenseless animal in my life, but I always love the taste of it. I couldn't explain it, but I had alway felt so naughty when I tasted blood, and yet, so good.
After the nurses were done grimacing and gagging over me digging through the trash, or the fact I just pulled out a rag, dripping with crimson blood.
I licked all the blood off of it, and snickered at their disgusted reactions.
They still weren't saying anything to me though.
I went over and sat down on a chair that sat right next to the bed.
"Um... Excuse me?" the nurse asked, looking offended by something.
"Yes?" I politely asked back.
"You know, you can't just come in here, and dig in the trash, and then do whatever you please," she bitched at me.
"Look, I'll have you know, that it is very rude to just throw somewolf's or pony's property in the garbage. And I am not doing what ever I please, I am visiting a pony that I might have saved from death," I said, mocking the snobbish tone she had gotten a few seconds ago.
"Actually, a mare named, Rainbow Dash, brought her in," she stated matter-of-factly.
"I slowed the bleeding, and alerted Rainbow of her location, so I think I am entitled to a visit until she wakes up," I shot back, with the biggest, 'fuck you', look plastered on my face.
She stood for a moment, silent. Then she stomped off. "Disrespectful, mutt," she mumbled under her breath.
I really hate being called a mutt, it pissed me off.
I tied my bandana back around my neck. I looked towards the orange filly, she looked weak, probably from the loss of blood.
I scooted my chair right next to her bed, and sat my head on it.
'Well I will need to make friends tomorrow then. Sucks I had to deal with this, instead of making a friend,' I thought, sadly.