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// Chapter 2- Room 604 (Windwaker) 
// Story: An Emerald in the Wind 
// by Emerald 
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You know, I don’t save mares getting beaten up by bullies a lot. Only once or twice, but I never talked to them.

When I saved that mare from those stallions trying to beat her up, I saw she was bleeding. Don’t know why, because they didn’t punch her, but bleeding nonetheless. I picked up her unconscious body and flew her to the Ponyville hospital. I put her in the emergency room and that was all I saw of her for the time.

Until two hours later.  

I was walking home from working as a bartender and saw the exact spot where I saved the purple maned mare. I knew it was the spot because there was a little pool of blood. I was worried about the mare because she was really hurt. Yes, ponies bleed sometimes, but this was serious. I stretched my wings out and flew to the hospital.

I opened the door and walked in. I trotted to the counter. “I am here to check on a mare here.”

“Name?” The counter pony said.

"I don’t know her name, but she looked like a mare with a dark red coat, light purple hair, and a gemstone for a cutie mark.”

“Oh you mean Emerald?”

“I guess. What room is she in?”
The counter pony gave me a strange look. “How can I trust you?” The pony said.

“I was there to check her into the emergency room not that long ago.”

The pony sighed. “Room 604.” I flew up the stairs up the six floors and walked to the room numbered 604. The door looked plain and gray, with 604 painted in dark black. I knocked on the door and was greeted by the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen.

Yes, that. Yeah, she wasn’t that cute when she was unconscious, but now, she looked amazing. She had those puppy dog eyes, the ones that you can’t say no to.

“Are you Emerald?” I asked.

She made a soft squeak and covered her muzzle with her to front hooves. 

“Are you ok?” I said, confused.

Slowly, she lifted her hooves down away from her muzzle. “Yo-you didn’t hit me?” she said, sounding confused. “Don’t you hate me, though?” 

“N-No. I was the pony that saved you from getting killed by those bullies.” I said.

She pondered this. “Yes. I am Emerald. I would offer you a truffle, but I ate them already!”

“Truffles, cool. Are you still hungry? We could go to lunch together.” I said, sheepishly. 

“Are you kidding me? YES! But um....I don’t have any bits.” Emerald said, shuffling her front-left hoof.  

“I have some bits. We could go over to Sugarcube Corner and have a cupcake.” I said.

“Ok, but this is so nice of you. Thank you!” Emerald reached out, and hugged me. She got a little blood on my coat, making it a little redder than before. Finally she released, beaming her beautiful smile at me. 

We walked out of the room and checked Emerald out. Then we walked out of the hospital to go to lunch.

This was going to be great.