Blue was dragged towards the brightly colored building he had come to know was called Sugarcube Corner, wincing in pain as he was repeatedly bounced up and down. One bounce had caused a rock to hit the back of his head, and he was pretty sure it was bleeding again. Wincing once more, he was finally released as the pony dropped him to open the door.
“-And then we’ll have super duper streamers colored in the three colors, with some lighter green to show Lyra. And at the very end of the night, boosh, fireworks but indoors! Doesn’t that sound like FUN?” Pinkie Pie opened the door and turned around, watching Blue as he slowly stood up, wincing in pain. Bouncing into the building, she was pleased to see he followed her.
“Yeah yeah fun, look could you do me a favor uh-Pinkie?” Blue turned around and closed the door behind him as he quickly confirmed he had the correct name. Seeing her enthusiastic nod, he took a step back, hitting his hip with the doorknob as she leaned in close to his face. Once more, he winced in pain.
“Of course Blue whatever you say anything you need do you want a specific type of cake or is it the streams I know you like the color blue so maybe we can-” Pinkie Pie once more launched into the exact specifics of what she could do with the party. Blue heaved a sigh, slouching for a moment and glancing to the floor as he rubbed his forehead. Opening his mouth, he raised his voice and, amazingly, managed to interrupt the sound volcano.
“Could you not drag me across the ground like a sack of potatoes? It seriously, you know, hurts.” Blue gently touched the back of his head, and pulled it around to show the fresh blood flowing from his head wound. Pinkie Pie took one look at the blood, and the smile vanished from her face, eyes widening as she realised she had hurt Blue.
“Oh my gosh! You’re bleeding we need to get you to a hospital before it-” Pinkie Pie began to quickly run around like a chicken with its head cut off as she began to panic. Blue growled, and once more rubbed his forehead, and stuck a foot out, tripping Pinkie Pie and sending her sliding across the floor. Blue wasn’t entirely sure how ponies were built, but he was 100% certain she would take no damage from it. As she stood up, he was relieved to see he was right.
“Calm down it’s just a little blood, you just opened the wound it will stop bleeding very soon.” Blue once more gently touched the back of his head, and looked at his hand. It was hard to tell with the blood already on it, but he was pretty sure it had already stopped bleeding. Turning, he headed around the counter and glanced in the bakery, satisfied to see there was a sink for him to wash his hand.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you, I-I just got so excited and I-” Once more, he cut Pinkie Pie off, dismissing her apology with a wave of his hand as he dried the water on a nearby towel.
“S’cool, just be careful what you do around us humans, we’re a pretty weak race. Why, if we trip the wrong way we can break our necks and die just like that.” Demonstrating his point, he snapped his fingers before heading back out into the main area where Pinkie Pie had yet to move. Blue narrowed his eyes slightly, had her hair gotten less...Poofy?
“No I should have been more careful and realised you aren’t built like ponies and might actually get hurt from being dragged around town.” Pinkie Pie hid her face, giving a sniffle, her hair deflating even further. Blue tilted his head, one eyebrow raising, before shaking his head and getting his mind back on topic. Obviously dragging ponies around town, and magical deflating hair were the norm around here.
“Seriously, I hate repeating myself. I told you it’s fine, no harm no foul.” Blue pulled his bag off his back and pulled out his first aid kit, before pushing the bag to the side of the counter and rummaging in it for some disinfectant. Blue hated the stuff, but he didn’t want to risk it, what with Red apparently having caught a cold here once. It boggled his mind, how did trainers even get ‘cold’s’?
“I know but I shouldn’t have let my emotion cause you actual harm…” Pinkie Pie noticed the stuff he was pulling out of the small red and white box, and quickly trotted over, her hair inflating slightly as a small smile returned to her lips.
“Let me do that! It’s the least I can do after hurting you like this.” Pinkie Pie held out a hoof for the items as Blue turned his gaze to her, and shook his head, opening his mouth with a smile returning to his face.
“No it’s fine, I’ve done this many times with my pokemon. All it takes is one enthusiastic Ursaring hug and you have claws digging into your back leaving large wounds.” Blue chuckled slightly, remembering back to that moment. He’d woken up sore for days. Looking to Pinkie Pie once more, he saw her hair deflate slightly and frowned for a moment, before rolling his eyes and putting the disinfectant on her still outstretched hoof.
“But since you’re offering, it couldn’t hurt. Just don’t press too hard on the head wound.” Blue saw a smile once more beam on the pony’s face, and forced himself not to roll his eyes. Walking towards the various chairs set up for events, he sat on one of the chairs sideways so his back was facing Pinkie Pie.
“So I just dab this fluffy thing on the wound?” Pinkie Pie brought over the various first aid stuff and put it on the table next to Blue, looking at the bottle and fluffy white things that, in her opinion, almost looked like cotton candy. Pinkie Pie wasn’t much of a nurse, but she owed it to Blue to try.
“No what you want to do is place it on the white bottle and tip that upside down for a brief moment. This get’s the disinfectant on the cotton ball. Then you want to gently dab it on the-OW-not so hard! Ok, that’s it. It will probably bleed a bit now that you’ve done that, so grab a clean cotton ball and hold it on the wound.” Blue winced, but forced himself not to say anything. After a moment, he stood up and turned around, giving the pony a warm smile, beginning to pack up the first aid kit a moment later.
“Good job, that’s about it. I’ll just pack these up now. Throw the two cotton balls you used into the-ponies have bins right?” Blue turned, pausing in his task, and saw Pinkie Pie was looking at his back. Glancing between the two, he raised an eyebrow as she opened her mouth and shouted.
“Takeyourshirtoff!” Pinkie Pie beamed, her hair like Blue had seen it before he had spoken up, and it took him a moment before he stepped back, widened his eyes, raised an eyebrow, and blinked.
“Wait, WHAT?” Blue took another step back as Pinkie Pie took a step toward him, tilting her head and motioning to his back.
“I’ve got to do your back as well silly billy. Its probably bleeding as well.” Pinkie looked up at him, and for a brief moment Blue felt a sheepish smile fall on his face. How did these ponies know the Growlithe-eyes, the one thing he had yet to find a counter for.
“No really it’s fine, the head injury was the main…” Blue trailed off as he saw Pinkie Pie’s hair begin to deflate, and closed his eyes, slumping and giving a sigh.
“Fine.” Blue opened them to see her hair was back to normal, and turned around once more, giving a glare at the wall in front of him. Various death threats passed through his mind, directed at Red for putting him through this torture. Giving in, he sighed once more and quickly pulled his shirt off, sitting back down so the pink menace could sate her desire to ‘make up for it.’
“Oh my Celestia,” dumbstruck awe was all Pinkie Pie could respond with as she looked at Blue’s back. There were a few spots of red showing the fresh wounds, but his entire back was covered in various bite, scratches, and scars. Turning to look at one of his shoulders, there was also a deep, jagged scar, which sent chills down her spine. Blue glanced back and raised an eyebrow, shirt in his hand.
“Could you hurry this up? My awesomeness has to be contained under a shirt for your own safety at all times.” Blue smirked and returned to looking forward. Personally, he felt that was his best one yet, if not of all time. Pinkie Pie shook her head, and began dipping the small pricks of blood with the disinfectant.
“Why have you got so many? Is that normal?” Working slowly, Pinkie Pie wondered just what sort of world he must live in to have such wounds, and consider it a normal occurrence. Blue gave a nervous chuckle, and scratched his chin.
“Well not for most trainers, and especially not Red. For me though it happens...quite a lot. Not so much in recent years, but that’s just how awesome I am.” Giving another chuckle, he moved to scratch the back of his head, but paused and returned his hand to his leg as he remembered his wound.
“There, you can put your shirt back on now, I used nearly all of your cotton balls so they should be nice and good.” Pinkie Pie took the used supplies and tossed them in the bin behind the counter, missing the expression on Blue’s face as he looked to his butchered first aid kit, a smile frozen on his face, slightly twitching. Putting his shirt back on he packed up what remained and sighed, first aid kits for humans were hard to find in his world. There was only one store in Kanto that actually sold them. Turning, he walked over to his bag, and returned it to its proper place on his back with a smug smile of satisfaction.
“So what exactly did you want Red here for anyway?” Blue turned to look to Pinkie Pie, who was watching him, amazingly without emitting a single sound. Blinking, a smile once more fell upon her face and she began to bounce around the room. Blue watched this, and failed to keep his face clear of one himself.
“Well I really wanted to teach Red how to make a party since he really didn’t like baking but since I got you I thought ‘hey let’s see if his bestest best friend might be able to convince him parties are really great’ so I was planning on showing you how to create the perfect party so you can take it home and do it with Red sometime so he can maybe smile some more because that guy really needs to smile some more because it makes me sad to not see him smile but you seem more-” As Pinkie Pie talked, she headed into the kitchen, obviously expecting Blue to follow. Rolling his eyes, he followed after her and decided the easiest way to end his torture was to comply with her demands.
Blue hadn’t forgotten what had happened last time.