Sear had been in the hospital waiting room all night. Her eyes were red and burning from crying. She was also staring at the clock for what seemed like hours, her patience thinning.
Then the doctor finally came out and walked over to her. Seeing her worried expression, he said, “I'm sorry, but there is nothing much left we can do. We've done all we can, but I'm afraid that... she doesn't have much time.”
That was the news that she didn't want to hear, and she choked back a sob, her heart breaking into a million pieces. The signs were there for a long time, but the realization was unbearable.
She walked into her mother's room and saw her body, barely clinging to what little life was left in her. She lay silent on the bed, hooked up to monitors. Sear had to look away; it hurt too much to look. Eventually, she forced herself to look at her mother's sullen face.
Letting go of the tears she had been holding back, reality at last hit her. She had to go on with life without her mother, the one who was always there for her. She then heard her mother's voice. It was very faint, but nonetheless, she could hear her. Her mother was speaking to her.
“My daughter,” she said, “there is so much I haven't told you. I should have told you sooner, and I know that now. You, Sear, have a gift. You have the power to read other pony's minds and thoughts.”
Sear didn't know what to think, too many thoughts racing through her mind. This was too too much. All she could do was listen to her mother's soft voice. Her last words to her were, in a raspy and broken voice, “Be careful.”
Then Sear saw the line go flat, silence lingering for a few moments. Tears fell down her cheeks even harder than before. What was she going to do now? She sat by her mother's unmoving side until nurses kindly asked her to leave.
Then she left the hospital, eerily silent. Thinking about what her mother said to her, she didn't know what exactly she meant. She could read minds and thoughts, and she had to be careful. But how? And why?