Without missing a beat, a certain Pink pony bursts into the room. She has a large balloon tied to her cotton candy tail.
"Good MORNING!" Sings Pinkie bouncing in.
"My goodness, Pinkie, isn't it too early for this?" I ask.
"To give one of my friends a "Get Well Soon" balloon?! *gasp* Never!"
"What were you doing? Waiting outside the door waiting for me to wake up?"
"Exactly! Wouldn't want my favorite human to feel bored!"
"Oh I would've been fine." I look at the balloon, "You know I'm probably gonna be getting out today right?"
"We'll duh! I heard the doctor! I just really, really, really, really, really wanted to give it to you anyway!" She says taking the balloon off of her tail.
I can't help but smile as she hands/hoofs me the balloon. I take it and wrap it around my bad wrist and using my teeth I tie it.
With a smile on my face I admit, "Thanks Pinkie. Don't know how I'd manage without you sometimes."
"Aww, don't you worry your little head about it! Aunty Pinkie will always be around to make you smile!" She assures me.
"I don't doubt it," I think for a second, "Pinkie? Shouldn't you be at the Corner? I'm pretty sure it's a week day, and I'm not able to be in obviously."
"Silly Willy, don't ya know its a holiday?" She asks.
"The Hearths Warming? Is that THIS week?" I return.
From what I've read, and been told, it's kind of like Christmas. Though instead of a Nativity story, it's actually about the foundation of Equestria. And one of the most famous accounts of a Windego encounter.
"So Twilight tells me that you girls were in a play or something last year? What was your characters name? Chancellor Puddington? Puddingface? Puddamena? Puddabon-strangle?"
"Chancellor Puddinghead silly!" She says
"Yes of course! How could I forget! Chancellor Puddington! Was she really an authority figure in those days? What kind of pony puts her in charge of exploration? Let alone foundation?"
"Somepony who was loco in the coco!" She says, "But you have to know that these ponies were, cold, desperate, and hungry. They would've been open for anypony who could provide them food!"
"Wow Pinkie," I say stunned, "that was actually rather insightful."
"Well those years in Cheerilee's class weren't for nothing!" She says.
"Cheerilee's class? How old is she exactly?" I ask.
"Oh she's not much older than me!"
"Then how was she-?"
"I listened for the window! Duh!"
"Why were you? You know what. Never mind."
Then we hear a knock on the door.
Pinkie hops up and runs to the door.
"What's the password?" She sings.
From the other side of the door, Rarity, "Pinkie? Isn't it a bit too early to be playing these word games, darling?"
"That's not it!" She shouts.
From the door, "*sigh* very well, I shall play your silly game. Is the word, Cake?"
"Nope! I don't have cake! That's not it!" Replies Pinkie.
"Oh come now Pinkie, at least give me a hint!" Pleads Rarity.
"What is Gummy's favorite formal attire?" Asks Pinkie.
"Wha- how can you possibly expect me to know that?" Asks Rarity.
I speak up, "OOH OOH Does he like to go for a suit and tie? Top hat and monocle?"
Pinkie looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, "SSHHHHHHH!!!!"
She turns back to the door, "What's the word?"
"Suit and tie?" Rarity guesses.
"Aww! You guessed it! How'd you know?" She asks, shooting me a cross glare.
"C'mon Pinkie, you know you love me." I tease.
Pinkie opens the door and allows Rarity to enter, she's holding a bag.
Rarity smiles at me, "Good morning my little pony."
"Good morning," I say, "Your little pony?"
Rarity looks down at the floor, "Oh never mind that. Just a little force of habit..."
She pulls a piece of clothing out of her bag.
"What's that?" I ask.
She unfolds it, revealing to me a brand new jacket.
"Wha- how- when did you make this?" I ask.
"Oh well, I figured your last one was torn up and blood stained so I got rid of it." She states
"What do you mean, "got rid of it"?" I ask.
"Well I didn't want it to stick around so I took action to make sure it never bothered anypony ever again."
"..."
"You burned it didn't you?" I ask.
"Yes." She replies.
"Understandable. But still, when did you make this?" I ask.
"It took me all night, but I managed to get it done."
I look at Rarity, now that she mentions it... She does look a bit weary.
"You stayed up ALL night?" I ask
"Oh it's not important..." She says, yawning. She trots to the bedside and places the jacket on my lap.
"Here, see if it fits." She tells me.
I proceed to untie my balloon, struggle to slip my bad arm through the sleeves, but with caution, I manage to get the jacket on. It fits like a dream, as everything she makes does.
"Do you like it?" She asks.
I more than like it, "I love it." I say.
Rarity smiles, "Wonderful." Is all she says.
I smile back at her, "You're too good to me." I say.
"Nonsense darling. I would've done it for anypony." She says.
"Really?"
"No... Probably not." She admits.
I look at her and Pinkie, "You and the other girls are about all I got, you know?"
Rarity looks up at me the grabs me in a hug, "I know dear..."
Using my good arm I hug back, "Thanks M- I mean Rarity.. for the jacket."
I look down at her, she seems happy.
"Oh it was nothing, dear. Oh! That reminds me! You need to look nice for your date tonight! Can't have you going to a movie with royalty looking the way you do! I never did get to finish measuring you."
"Don't tell me, you need me to come by and-"
"Finish measuring? Yes, if I work hard I should have your outfit ready before you have to leave tonight."
"Tell me, am I going to look ridiculous?"
"Of course not, darling! You are going to be wearing a Rarity original!"
"But you typically design dresses, not regular clothing, especially not clothing for a human."
"Oh I've been making you clothes for months now, I think Mama Rarity can handle this task."
"But-" I protest.
"I want you at the Boutique immediately after they release you. I need to get started right away!" She interrupts
"How do you know they'll release me? The doctor said maybe."
"Oh they just love to throw ponies out of this place, ask Rainbow Dash." She says as she walks out. Leaving me and Pinkie alone.
I look at Pinkie, she looks at me.
"So..." I start
"So I hope that Rarity doesn't go too crazy on your outfit! Not after what happened to Spike last time!" Pinkie warns.
"Why? What happened last time?" I ask.
"Well..." Pinkie says, "Lets just say that there is such a thing as too classy."
With that warning in mind, I promptly change the subject.
"Say, Pinkie, what can you tell me about singing?" I ask.
"Oh I can tell you lots of things! What did you want to know?"
"Well... I wanted to start one of those big musical numbers. How do you go about doing that?"
"Oh it's easy peasy! I just start singing and everypony else joins in!"
"That simple? How do you know what to sing? Do you make up the words on the fly?"
"Well the words just come to you! Just try it!"
"Ok, but lets try to keep it in the room for now. I have something planned that's sure to get me an A+!"
"Is Twilight giving you a GRADE? On singing?! Is she crrrr-azy?" Asks Pinkie
"Something about the magic of music. I've been reading up on it, and if it works how the books say it does. It's going to be Freaking Awesome!"
"Sooooo whatcha wanna sing about?" Asks Pinkie.
"Here! Let me start! A one! A two! A three!" I start.
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About an hour later after practicing, I think I'm ready for the real test.
Pinkie had to go do. Well. Whatever it is Pinkie does.
The doctor trots into my room, very loudly.
"Good morning Mr. Short! How are you feeling?"
I try to move my arm a bit. It's weak, but it feels ok.
"I feel good Doc."
"Very well then, NURSE!"
Then a nurse bursts into the room with a wheelchair and a sling.
Together they quickly pick me up and throw me into the wheelchair. The nurse throws my arm into the sling and they "walk" me out of the hospital.
"Jeez, doc, such a hurry to get rid of me?" I joke.
"It's all part of the procedure. Now you try to refrain from using that arm. You come back in a week and you should be ready to get those stitches out."
"Will do, thanks Doc. That Wolf tore me up pretty bad." I say.
We reach the front doors of the hospital and they basically throw me out of the wheelchair.
I stand up and take a look around. The snow from the day before had melted down and the ground was wet.
Our poor snowman was probably melted by now.
I walk down the street a little bit. I hadn't gone to Lyra's cafe yet. Poor girl is probably wondering what happened to her coffee buddy.
I hoof it down to the Cafe and see the little mint green unicorn, taking orders inside and playing her harp for the customers, very pretty music really.
She hasn't noticed me yet.
What's life without a little mischief?
I creep along the side of the building, back against the wall. Lyra, who has her back turned and is facing towards a table. Eyes closed, completely focused on playing the music.
As I reach the window of the Cafe, Bon Bon shoots me a look.
Using my good hand I gesture her to SHUSH.
I creep up, as slowly as I can behind Lyra, who is so focused on playing that freaking lyre, she doesn't hear me.
I am standing a foot behind her, stretching my body to its full height! As my shadow falls across the mint green unicorn, the playing on her lyre begins to falter.
Before she has time to react, "BWAAAHHHAHAHA" I scream as I grab her up from behind with my good arm.
"AH! Oh! BEN! I was getting to the best part!" She shouts!
"Oh c'mon Lyra, get over it. It's all in good fun!" I say giving her a loving punch on the, shoulder? Would you call that a shoulder?
She puts down her lyre and turns to face me.
"So just where have you been? I was waiting all stinking morning for you to come get some coffee, and you just-" She spots my wound.
"What. In. Equestria. Happened?" She asks
"Timberwolves... Timberwolves happened." I say
"The doctor did the best he could on my arm, I must say he did really well for not knowing much about human anatomy. If he did something wrong I haven't noticed it-"
"Hold on! Hold on!" Lyra shouts.
"What? What is it?" I shout back.
"Oh! What happened to your face!"
"What?! What's wrong with my face?!" I ask in a bit of a panic
"Oh Celestia! It's so! Revolting! Disgusting!"
"What is wrong with my face?! Spit it out!" I say.
"Oh it's so hideous! It's! It's! Oh wait... Your face is always like that." She says with a devilish smile.
"OHH KAAY! I see how it is!" I say, completely realizing how stupid I really am.
"Ahahahaha! You so fell for it! Has anypony told you that you are so gullible?" She says laughing her head off.
"..." I facepalm a bit.
"Oh come on! What was that you said earlier? It's all in good fun?" She says still laughing.
I can't stay mad at her, God Bless America, I start laughing too.
You know how when one person starts laughing, then the other laughs, and then their laugh makes you laugh harder? Well yeah...
Soon we are reduced to a giggling pile of human and pony in the middle of a cafe eating area. The customers begin to give us weird looks.
"Hahaha! You shoulda saw the look on your face!" She laughs, tears beginning to form in our eyes.
"I, aha, I'm sure, ahahaha, I'm sure HA HA HA" I struggle to form words.
We soon begin to calm down, the giggling subsides and we find ourselves face up, looking at the ceiling.
Then we find ourselves looking up at a very annoyed Bon Bon.
"Lyra?" She asks
"Yes?" Lyra replies
"Shouldn't you be taking orders?"
"Oh yeah! I'll get right on that!" Lyra says, darting up and off the floor.
Bon Bon turns to me.
"Well hi there." I say.
"I would appreciate it if you got off the floor, please. Unless you are applying for a job as the new mop." She says.
Yielding to authority I stand up and brush the dust off myself.
"How much of that did you see?" I ask.
"The whole thing" she says, a slight smirk forming on her lips.
"So... You won't tell anypony about that?" I ask.
"Oh no. I won't." She says.
"Ok great, can't have ponies knowing I fell for such a-"
"They already know." She finishes.
"Wait, what?" I ask.
*snap* there's a small flash of light.
I turn to the source and see a little filly carrying a camera and a note pad. Quickly, the filly darts out the door and away.
Long story short, this weeks issue of the Foal Free Press read, "Ponyville's Favorite Human: Laughing Stock of the Town!"
Wonderful.
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I walk down to the Boutique. Rarity is probably pacing back and forth in frustration at me taking so long on the way back from the Docs.
I open the door and the bell goes *ding-a-ling*.
"Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! What can I help you wi-? Oh!" Says Rarity coming around the corner to greet me.
"Hullo there, Rarity." I say, "How do you like my fancy sling?" I ask hoisting my arm in the air.
"In respect for the Doctors work, I'm going to refrain from critiquing... Buuuut now I'm going to have to find you something that matches that hideous green color."
"It's not THAT ugly." I say, looking down at the sling.
"Are you kidding me? That shade of green only looks good on the ground! In the dirt! Uuggh, dirt..."
"Scared of a little dirt, my dear?" I ask, imitating Rarity.
"First! You do NOT try to imitate Ms. Rarity. Second! Dirt is the worst possible substance in existence!" She protests
Using her magic she picks me up off the ground. Again.
"Oh come on! There is a thing called ASKING somepony before you pick them up and carry them against their will!" I complain.
"Whether you want to or not you will go out looking nice tonight!" She says, placing me down on her pedestal.
"If I know Twilight, she's going to completely over do it so it's my duty to make sure that her date overdoes it as well!" She says, whipping out her measuring tape, cloth, and needles.
Great.
"Oh come on, it's just a movie between friends, I'm sure Twilight's not getting dressed up at all." I say.
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Meanwhile, Twilight was busy rummaging through all of her closets.
"Oh Spike! What should I wear? What should I wear?" She asks, pacing back and forth.
"No! No! No! That's not right!" She says, slinging outfits all over the room.
"It's just a movie Twili-" Spike says.
He rolls his eyes and picks up after his overreacting friend.
"Too casual?" She says holding up a hat and sunglasses.
Spike stares blankly.
She throws those down and pulls up her gala dress.
"Too formal?"
"Uh.. Twi.."
She throws that aside and pulls out a simple blue dress.
"Too plain?" She asks
"Twilight? What are-?"
"Yeah, I thought so to!" She tosses that one aside.
"TWILIGHT!" Shouts Spike.
This causes her to regain her composure.
She takes a deep breath, "Yes Spike?"
"It's just a movie, why are you so concerned about what to wear?"
"It's not just a movie! It's a movie DATE!" She argues.
"D-A-T-E! Do you know what that means?" She continues.
"It means that... You know how to spell?" He asks sarcastically.
"No! It means that you try to look good for the other pony!" She protests
"Then what?" He asks.
"Well.. I don't know. I've never been to one before."
"A movie?"
"A date." She admits.
"But what about that one time with Big Macintosh?"
"Tha- that doesn't count! Besides! All we did was sit there and eat apples."
"I don't think you have to worry about that with Ben. He doesn't mind running his mouth." Jokes Spike.
"PMFFPHH" says Spike as Twilight stuffs a pillow into his face.
"As much as he does run his mouth he is a good listener during my lectures, he doesn't fall asleep either... Unlike most ponies..." She says contemplating.
"He's actually a really good learner," she continues, "He's smart, clever, and he's tall. And-"
"Ben and Twily! Sitting in the tree! K-i-s-s-i-n-g!" Teases Spike.
Twilight turns to him, face as red as an apple, and gives him a death glare as her horn begins to spark.
"Uh-Oh" says Spike, putting on his trusty helmet and pillow armor.
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*BOOOOM* I hear as the entire Boutique trembles.
"What was THAT?!" I ask, wondering if a nuclear device was just detonated somewhere in town.
"Nevermind that! Now hold still!" Rarity orders as the rumbling subsides.
"Was that a bomb?!" I ask.
"A what? No that was probably the Library." She says.
"The Library?"
"It has a tendency to go airborne when Spike says the wrong thing at the wrong time." She says while stabbing me with a needle.
"Ow! Quit poking me!" I protest.
"Do you want to look good or not?" Asks Rarity.
"Well... I do enjoy looking good."
"Then relax and let me do my work!"
I relax a bit and let her do her thing.
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As the dust subsides, Spike takes a look around the room. There are books absolutely everywhere. But that's what he gets for opening his mouth.
"Spike! I found it!"
"*cough* *cough* you found what?"
"The right dress!" She says, twirling happily.
"Oh good! All it took was blowing the entire Library sky high..." He complains.
"I'm going to go put this on! You stay here and clean up!" She says tossing him a broom and dustpan.
"But!" He protests as the Twilight runs out the door.
He looks around the destroyed room.
Grumbling to himself, he begins re-sorting the books.
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"Ok! Aaaaand done!" Rarity sings.
"Done? As in completely? I don't have to stand around like a mannequin?"
"Yes! Go look in a mirror!"
I rush over to the mirror to see what has become of me.
I stand in the mirror and look myself over.
"Oh.. My..." I say
"Is something wrong?" Asks Rarity.
"Oh nothing... It's just... I.. Look.. AMAZING!" I say doing poses in the mirror like the loser I am.
Rarity laughs, "You had me worried for a second dear!"
"No no no! You've really outdone yourself this time Rarity. It kinda looks like something my grandpa would wear." I say.
"Your grandfather?" She asks, "I am curious to see what sort of fashion he is into."
"Oh no not literally what he would wear, it's just a sort of saying."
I look at myself in the mirror. Now all you guys out there, you can't say you haven't looked at yourself in a mirror and just thought you were awesome. At least once. C'mon now.
"Rarity, thanks. Really. I can't imagine anypony who is as generous as you have been to me over these months."
"Oh it's no problem, now you only have an hour before the movie starts! You'd better go get 'em tiger." She urges.
"Oh I will! In fact! I almost feel like singing!" I say, running out the door, grabbing my ticket off the counter.
Remembering what Pinkie taught me about musical numbers, I begin humming the tune to a favorite song of mine.
Grandpas? Clothing? And looking incredible? This. Is. Freaking. Awesome.