Today is just a living nightmare. You are sick and limited to your bed for the rest of the week, it isn't contagious, but it keeps you bedridden for the time being. You have tried on numerous times to get up but you were stopped by either Tia, your parents, or Feather Curls, who took it upon herself to personally nurse you back to health.
"You know, if you stay in bed like you're supposed to, then you wouldn't have to suffer longer." Feather curls replaces the warm and damp towel on your forehead with a cleaner, cooler one.
"It doesn't even make sense. How by staying longer in bed, I'm actually staying less on it." You pout. Grown-ups have a weird sense of logic that you simply do not understand.
Feather Curls chuckles and say, "Just promise me that you stay in bed until this evening. If you behave yourself and stay nice, I might give you a treat."
Your eyes widen at that "R-Really! You promise?"
"Yes. But you must promise me that you behave yourself, okay young colt."
You nod your head fast, excitement over the promise of treats overrides your massive headache by the sudden motions "Yes, ma'am!"
"That's a good colt, now stay in bed. Princess Celestia said she wants to see you after school."
Ah yes, you almost forgot that Tia started attending school but a few days ago. You too should have started to learn alongside her, but your illness prevented you that luxury. Instead, you are stuck to your bed with a private tutor for six hours a day.
Learning isn't that bad, but it was sooooo boring, especially math.
It is about four and a half in the afternoon when Tia finally comes to visit you. A small cart is tied to her barrel as she pulls it behind her, humming contently.
"I made you some soup, big bro!" she chirps excitedly.
You smile sleepily as Tia uses her tiny hooves to pull a bowl from under the cart and places it on your lap. She then opens a tray, revealing a large kettle filled with steaming soup and dips a silver ladle into it using her mouth. She carefully fills your bowl and hands you a spoon, looking expectedly at you.
"Thanks Tia, this looks amazing."
Tia’s eyes practically sparkle at the compliment, smiling from ear to ear. You shrug and carefully scoop a spoonful of soup, gently blowing on it and slurping. Your eyes become pin-like as a foul taste takes over your mouth and assaults your taste buds with the promise of eternal damnation. You fight the urge to gag and vomit in front of Tia as you force the horrid substance down your gullet.
"How is it! How is it!" Tia jumps up and down excitedly, her eyes shimmer as she looks at you for an answer.
You give her a weak smile and say "It's… really good. In fact, it was so filling I literally could not eat another bite."
Tia stops her jumping and looks at you with a serious expression "No you don't, you must eat all of it. How else do you expect to get any better if you don't?"
"By not eating this and risking dying," You mumble under your breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Well, good. Now eat!"
The entire ordeal was horrible. It wasn't the soup that made it as bad as it was; it was how excited and happy Tia was for making you soup all by her own. You didn't want to hurt her feelings so you steeled your nerves, apologized to your stomach, and gulped the entire soup in one go.
Once finished, you turn to Tia. Her expression in one of pure joy "Feel better?"
"Y-Yes, thanks Tia."
Tia's smile goes from one side of her face to the other as she jumps on the bed to give you a loving hug, despite your illness.
"I'm glad you liked it, but I can't stay, I invited some of my friends over and we're having a slumber party."
You return the hug and squeeze a little, not too hard but enough to elicit a small squeak from Tia "it's fine Tia, go and be with your friends."
Tia nods and trots back towards her room across yours, probably to prepare for the slumber party. She leaves the soup in your room, not that you're hungry anymore. If anything, you feel the need to go to your private bathroom and empty the contents of your stomach.
A lone, painful grumble from your stomach confirms your fears. You rush towards your toilet and… relief your stomach. You pull away from the toilet seat, feeling a vile taste in your mouth.
"My, my, you really are sick, aren't you?" you hear Feather Curls' voice from the entrance to your room.
You say nothing, for you fear if you try and talk, you’d risk another bout of toilet hugging. Instead, you simply grown. Feather Curls coos gently, she trots next to you and rubs your back gently. You almost flinch at the contact, but relax almost immediately. Feather Curls always knows how to make you feel better.
"Well then… wash your mouth and come over here. I brought you a treat."
You immediately beam as you pretty much drive the faucet into your mouth and wash your teeth, tongue and everything else. Once done, you rush to your bedroom, where Feather Curls is already waiting on your bed. You hop up the mattress and scootch closer to her.
"I snuck this from the kitchen just for the two of us," Feather Curls says as she levitates a small plastic tub of ice cream, and not just any ice cream, your all-time favorite ice cream; Strawberries. Your eyes widen as Feather Curls takes off the lid and presents you with the pink, creamy goodness you love so much, your mouth practically overflowing by the time Feather Curls levitates two small spoons and drives them through the ice cream. She then brings the spoons to both of your mouths as you savor the sweet, and just a tad tangy, flavor and amazing texture in your mouth.
Feather Curls giggles some more as she notices your euphoric expression, you feel a tingling sensation on your cheeks as your heartbeat quickens. You stare into Feather Curls' sapphire blue eyes, feeling the same burning sensation on your cheeks before you quickly look away.
"What's wrong little guy? Are you feeling okay?" Feather Curls asks, only worsening your blush as she runs a hoof up your cheek and onto your forehead "Oh my, it seems you need to cool off some more. I'll leave the ice cream for you. Just remember, don't eat it too fast, or you might get a brain freeze."
Feather Curls raises from your bed, gives you a warm hug, and leaves your room, taking the soup tray with her, probably to return it to the depths of Tartarus.
Meanwhile, your entire face is as red as a tomato. You bury your face into your pillow and try to make sense with all these new and foreign feelings you have.
Once you relax a bit, you let your body some much deserved rest… after finishing the ice cream, of course. Never forget about the ice cream.
It was about ten in the evening when you woke up. The moon was high in the sky and your room was spotless. Feather Curls must have came here while you were sleeping and cleaned your room. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of Feather Curls as you slowly rise from your bed. One downside of waking up so late is that now you can't go back to sleep.
You are about to jump off from your bed when you hear the door to your room opens abruptly and a young filly you do not recognize rushes past you and into your bathroom.
…
You stand there, unable to process what just happened. Who was she? Why she entered your room? You hear the sound of the water being flushed as the door to your bathroom slowly opens to reveal the filly from before. She stops dead in her tracks when she finally notices you. Now that you have enough time to process what is happening, you actually have enough time to properly get a good look at the strange filly. She is a pink earth pony with a tri-colored mane of violet, rose and gold streaks and light purple eyes.
"W-Who are you?" she asks, surprisingly enough. Considering she's the one barging into your room. Quite rudely you might add.
"Who are you, this is my room you know," you retort, not quite sure what is going on yourself.
As you say it, the filly looks around as she finally understands her mistake "Oh I'm so sorry. I'm one of Celestia's friends and we just exited the pool a-and I needed to go to the bathroom so I ran back to Celestia's room… only, it wasn't Celestia's room. Sorry." She looks down once she finished with the explanation.
"It's okay, I forgive you," you say with a smile "So you and Tia are friend huh?"
"Yes, I met her a few days ago at school. She's really nice and fun to be with, you should totally meet her."
You smile as you nod and sit on your bed "Is she now? What about her family, did you meet her parents?"
"Yes. They're really nice. She also has a big brother that she talks about all the time but he's sick and can't leave his room."
"That's too bad. I heard he's nice." You smile inwardly; let's see how long you can keep this up.
"Yes! Celestia told us so much about him. How nice he is, how he always by her side and how close the two of them are. I wish I had brothers or sisters."
"Oh, r-really…" you stamper. Boy, Tia sure know how to exaggerate things. It almost makes you sound like the perfect brother or something.
"Yes. In fact, Celestia Told us that he got lost in the city a few days back and that she was really sad and afraid that he might get lost forever…"
You feel a bit bitter as the filly mentions that dreadful day. You must have looked pretty upset.
“Are you alright?” the filly asks.
You snap out of your thoughts "Who, me? Y-Yeah, something just popped into my mind."
Before the filly could say no more, the door to your room opens once more and in comes Tia.
"Here you are, Honey Aurora. We were looking for you around the entire castle."
Honey Aurora blushes and looks away from Tia "Sorry, you can say that I kinda got lost." She chuckles nervously. Tia rolls her eyes and urges Honey out of the door.
"Well, good thing big brother found you."
Honey's eyes widen when the implication of what dawns upon her "You?" she exclaims before Tia shuts the door.
You let out a lone chuckle as you lay down on your bed. Today was sure something…