Passed Time
Within room 207 at Ponyville Urgent Care nearly a whole year after Sweetiebelle's fifteenth birthday did a teenage, purple dragon lay silently and still upon a white, soft, hospital bed. This dragon was named Spike, he had purple scales and green spikes. His eyes were the colour of emeralds his underbelly was a very light lime, almost bage. He had bandages wrapped around his forehead, chest and arms. He also had bandages around his legs but since he was under the sheets you couldn't see them. He had been like this for a while, he hadn't woken ever since the incident and his still and silent body seemed lifeless. He was in a coma. He had been in a coma ever since he had been hit by a car on his girlfriend's birthday which had been nearly a year now.
Next to him was a beeping machine with a wire that connected into Spike's arm and beside that, was a blood drip bag. These machines were gently illuminated by the soff rays of sunlight that peeked through the open window and the pleasent breeze whispered into the room and filled to area with the feeling of Spring.
"Spike... please, wake up," weeped a teenage unicorn with glamorous green eyes, perfect white fur and adorable curls in her pink and purple mane & tail. She was wearing red, strapless sandles, a short, sleeveless, pink shirt and multicoloured bangles.
She lowered her head onto his chest, and even though the incident happened nearly a year ago, she still remembered it every day and dreamt of it every night. She felt as though it was her fault and even though it wasn't, the guilt could sometimes be overwhelming. A tear or two dripped from her eyes and the cloth of the bloodied bandages dried her cheeks.
"Please, please, please wake up..." she had come in everyday after school just to see if he alright, and of course, all they would ever say was, 'He's in a stable condition but has yet to awake.'
There was a click at the door and Sweetiebelle lifted her head off of Spike and turned her head quickly.
In walked in a purple, Alicorn, mare known only as Twilighg Sparkle. Her eyes gave a soft gaze that was stuck to a crying Sweetiebelle.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"He's still not awake," the white girl replied.
Twilight slowly approached Sweetiebelle and put her hand on the young girl's shoulder. "I know, but he will be alright. The doctors say that he's recovering fast, so if all goes well, he should wake up soon."
"How do you know that, all they tell me is that he hasn't woken up," she explained sadly.
"I doubt they would explain this to you, only because you're still so young. But he is getting better and his brain activity is getting more prominent," the purple unicorn explained.
Sweetiebelle couldn't help but smile a little, this was the first good news she had heard about Spike in a long time.
"That's good I guess..."
The princess placed her hand upon Sweetie's shoulder and gave her a small smile of reasurrance and confidence, "remember, this won't be forever." ... "Now how about you go get some sunlight and enjoy the day, I think Leo's outside waiting for you."
"Okay, Twilight," she dried her eyes and gave one last glance towards Spike before she left the room.
She walked down the long hallway of the clean hospital and eventually left through the glass double doors to venture to the outside world. She was immediately greeted by not only the warm rays of the sun and the soft breeze of the wind, but also the person who went by the name of Leo.
"Hey Sweetiebelle," called out the young Griffin and he waved at the passing girl.
"Hi Leo. What are you doing here?"
"Can't a guy say hello to his girlfriend?"
Sweetiebelle sighed.
"Your right, I'm sorry, I'm just still upset about Spike," she admitted doubtfully.
"It's been nearly a year now Sweetie. You need to get over it,"
"Oh yeah, that's real supportive!" Sweetiebelle said sarcastically.
The Griffin sighed, "you know that's not what I meant. I meant that he will be fine and will wake eventually. There's no use in getting upset about it everyday."
Sweetiebelle sat down on a bench and looked down at her feet nervously, "I know, I know... but I feel guitly for leaving him, I'm not his girlfriend anymore and I feel as though I need to stay by him, even if I'm with someone else..."
"Hey, you dumped him because yoh were feeling lonely, its not my fault or anyone else's fault that you dumped him while he was in a coma,"
"I know! And you're not helping me get over this!" Sweetie yelled.
The Griffin paused and gulped.
"I'm sorry," he sat down next to her, "I'm still as immature as I was a year ago when I first met you, and I still have a grudge with your ex," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"I still feel guilty you know... He's going to wake up thinking that we're still together... then I have to break the news to him..."
"Spike's a good guy, he'll understand your reasons."
"Are you sure?" she looked up at him, he was talling then her and towered in height.
"Yes, and if he doesn't understand, then I'll explain it," he kissed her forehead, "now, do you want to come to my house?"
Sweetiebelle nodded and kissed him back, "yes."