Author: Midnight herald
Prompt: Medicine
The antibiotics the doctor had prescribed left Twilight nauseous and irritable. The fever left her shaky, weak, and bedridden. The sore throat left her wincing at every swallow and sounding like a minotaur whenever she spoke. Twilight was miserable, and Pinkie was just trying to help.
Pinkie trotted back upstairs with a small bowl on a tray. She set it down on the quilt - chips of ice in water. Pinkie smiled and fluffed up Twilight’s pillows, just as she had every time she reached the bed. Then she lifted a spoonful of the ice-and water and slipped it into Twilight’s burning mouth. It slid wonderfully down Twilight’s throbbing, scratchy throat. Twilight twitched her lips in a smile and sighed happily as Pinkie lifted another spoonful, and another and another, gradually quenching Twilight’s raging thirst.
“I started another pot of soup,” Pinkie said, stroking Twilight’s cheek tenderly. Twilight stifled a cough and smiled even wider, nuzzling into Pinkie’s gentle hoof.
“You’re too good to me,” she rasped. Pinkie giggled and fed her another spoonful of ice-chips.
“Not true,” Pinkie argued, her eyes shining with playful mischief. “You’re too good for me, so it’s only fair.”
“No I’m not,” Twilight huffed, before turning and hacking into the pillowcase.
“Yeah, you are.” Twilight could hear the barely-suppressed laughter shimmiring through Pinkie’s words.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.” Twilight could feel laughter bubbling up inside her from the sheer silliness of it all.
“Are too,” Pinkie crowed, gently turning Twilight’s head with her gentle hoof, slipping another spoonful of ice-chips into her mouth. Something about the way that Pinkie’s eyes had skewed themselves, or the way that her smile seemed too wide to be real caught Twilight off-guard. That brewing laughter in her chest erupted into a storm of chuckles, an attack of giggles that left her breathless and dizzy in her nest of blankets and expertly-fluffed pillows.
The laughter had, strangely, done wonders for her chest and throat. They hadn’t felt quite so relaxed or open since she’d come down with the infection. Pinkie slipped another spoonful of ice-chips through her smiling teeth, and Twilight snuggled a little deeper into the pile of soft blankets around her.
“You’re amazing, Pinkie,” she murmured, rolling onto her side and lazily shutting her eyes.
Pinkie giggled and ruffled Twilight’s mane. “Sweet dreams,” she whispered. Twilight could hear her shutting the door behind her, and then she was gone.