The two walked side by side into town, not saying a word, Spitfire intent on getting to the post office, and post the letter about her sudden suspension and why it had happened. Skitz was trotting alongside her, an eerie smile on her face.
“Skitz! Is there something you want? Or are you just going to stare at me with that weird look all day?”
“Sorry Spizzy! I just haven’t seen you in like a super ultra mega really long time. I’m excited! You’re like a lot older now! You’re taller and you look better! Except for that grey hair there.”
“What?! Where?! Are you serious? Oh no! I’m not that old! Grey! Oh no!”
Skitz topples over giggling at Spitfires’ reaction. Her hooves are on her belly as she chuckled at the frantic movements given by the overly worried Pegasus over a a grey hair.
“I was joking silly!” Skitz manages to say though her hysterics, her laughing and speaking being broken by gasps of air.
Spitfire, clearly unamused stormed off with a huff, leaving Skitz to her fit of laughter.
“You can be so annoying Skitz! You know that! Gah!”
Skitz stopped laughing and flew after Spitfire, landing on her back as if she was a rodeo rider.
“Skitz, what the hay do you think you’re doing? Get off me!” Spitfire flared at the sudden pressure on her injured back and sides.
Skitz just giggled and wrapped her front hooves around Spitfires’ neck and her back hooves around her belly.
Spitfire Winced at Skitz’ hooves and the pressure they were putting on her injured wings. Spitfire let out a small shriek of agony as Skitz got herself into a more comfortable position on her back. The shriek of pain startled Skitz. She jumped a little, causing a small shock of tension and pain to shoot through Spitfire.
A small grunt escaped from Spitfires’ mouth as she tried to endure the pain.
Skitz realised that something had gone wrong and flew off of Spitfires’ back as swiftly and as gently as possible.
Looking into Spitfires’ eyes as she hovered in front of her, she began to understand.
“Oh! Now I get it Spizzy! I was wondering you were staying with the white pony and not in a cloud home... Well... I wasn’t. But now I am. And I think I just figured it out! You were in a crash! Yeah!” Skitz’ announced in a loud triumphant tone, as if she had just solved an age long question.
“How could you tell Skitz? Was it my screams of pain? My bruised body? Or perhaps it was the bandages that are wrapped around my wings?” Spitfire said in an exasperated tone, unamused at the time it had taken Skitz to realise the state that she was in.
Skitz put on of her front hooves to her chin as the thought long and hard about what had caused her to realise.
“I would have to say that it was your slightly pained expression more than anything.” She said as she looked down to Spitfire from above. A sage look across her face.
“Slightly? Skitz! I’ve been walking around town! I have bandages over my wings, I jerk and twitch to everything that touches my body! There’s nothing slight about the expression I’ve had all day.” Spitfire stated bluntly.
“Oh! And what about the white pony? Does she know that you’re hurt too?”
Spitfire looked at Skitz with a confused expression. Wondering on how Skitz could even think that somepony else wouldn’t notice. The thought of how Skitz doesn’t even care how she was put into this state crossed her mind for a moment also.
“Her name if Vinyl, Skitz. And yes, she knows. Heck... I crashed into her roof! I didn’t really feel it all that much though. I think my mind was more focused on how I had survived a fall such as that, and the adrenaline was probably keeping me from feeling the pain of the situation.. I guess I passed out after that.” Spitfire recalled. The mind focusing on the strange circumstance she was in.
Spitfire had been focused on her memories that she didn’t even notice that Skitz wasn’t listening and in fact flown off in some odd direction, disappearing in the snow.
She shook her head, glad that Skitz had flown off for a bit and given her a moment to herself.
She worried about Vinyl, and how quickly she had broken down.
“Most ponies would usually slowly break down or cry... Vinyl just sort of dropped off the edge without warning. I wonder if she is mentally stable? And why would I confess a love to her already? I’ve known her for a day? She kissed me! She was drunk! We were both drunk! This doesn’t even make any sense! I shouldn’t like her this much this quickly!”
Spitfire looked around to notice that a few pedestrians around her were looking at her. She realised that she had been talking to herself, quite loudly. Her face turned red, but the yellow of her face hid it pretty well. Embarrassed she slowly walked forward, not making eye contact with any of the ponies staring at her.
“I knew you and Vyrol were getting married! You didn’t tell me! Not only that! You said you weren’t! You lied to me Spizzy!” Skitz had snuck back when Spitfire had been talking to herself. Startling Spitfire with her sudden and unexpected return.
“Oh! Skitz! You scared me! Don’t do that!” Spitfire exclaimed.
“Don’t scare you? Why? You lied to me about getting married to Vyrol! And you tried to keep it a secret! You’re telling me what not to do and you’re doing bad things!” Skitz said in a loud, almost screaming in anger tone.
“Look Skitz, We’re not getting married. I only told her I liked her this morning and her name is Vinyl. Not Vyrol. Vie-nil! You need to say it correctly. Besides. I’ve never lied to you. Plus it’s bad to listen into other ponies conversations with themselves. Even if it is out loud.” Spitfire assured Skitz as best she could.
Skitz had calmed down and landed next to Spitfire.
“Sorry Spizzy. I guess I kind of got things confused a little. Oh, and if you like her? Why isn’t she here with you? I don’t get it Spizzy. If somepony likes you, and you like them... Shouldn’t they hang out a lot?” Skitz asked, staring at Spitfires bandaged wings.
“She’s at home, sleeping. We had a talk and she told me how she was scared about being alone. She started crying and all. So I stayed with her until she fell asleep.” She explained to Skitz. Not sure what compelled her to tell Skitz anything about it.
“Oh... Umm... Spizzy? I may not be a smart pony, but if somepony was crying about not wanting to be alone, and then fell asleep. Wouldn’t they worry a lot and get sad if they woke up and they’re all alone again? That’s my guess. I spent a lot of time in hospitals. I picked up a few things from the doctors. Those evil mean doctors!” Skitz had started thinking about something in her past, completely taking her focus off of Spitfire and what she had been talking about.
As much as Spitfire didn’t want to admit it, Skitz was correct. If Vinyl had indeed been crying about not wanting to be alone, and Spitfire had promised to be with her and Vinyl had woken up alone, then it would be awful.
“Thanks Skitz! I suppose I can go to the post office again some other time. Cheers for the talk! Bye!” With that, Spitfire galloped back home, leaving Skitz to her memories.
Spitfire galloped quickly back home, through the street, dodging every single pony on her way. Every slam a hoof took to the ground sent a sharp pain through her body. The cold air stung her lungs, and icy wind dried her eyes and the wind stiffened her bones, but she was determined to be there for Vinyl.
“Please don’t wake up yet Vinyl. I’ll be back shortly!”