“Annnnd there,” Twilight said as she applied the band-aid, double-checking to see if it stuck. Once she was sure, she kissed the little bruised lump on his forehead. “That should heal up by the end of the day.” She looked down at the purple dragon on the kitchen table, a smile plastered on her face.
Spike blushed. “You know, you could’ve left the kiss out. I’m not a little baby anymore,” he affirmed, causing Twilight to giggle as she placed the ointment back in the cabinet. Spike crossed his arms. “I’m not…” he mumbled under his breath.
Twilight heard it. “Don’t be so silly, I can’t help it. You’re just so cute when you’re mad.” she giggle again as she pictured Spike with a red tinge on his cheeks, arms across his chest, as he was right now. She hadn’t seen anything that adorable since she looked back at her old baby photos.
Spike stood up on the table, frustrated. “I’m serious. I don’t like being treated like I’m a kid. I wanna be just like you girls, except for the fact that I’m a boy.”
Closing the cabinet, Twilight then turned to Spike. “Well, if you’re not a baby and you want to be treated as an adult, then I trust you realize what you did wrong?”
Spike sighed, rolling his eyes. He knew she was gonna pull something like that. “Never run with books.”
“And?”
“Always look to where you’re going.”
“And?”
“Never call a story with your name on it bad in front of you.”
“And?”
Spike sighed once again, slumping his form as the barrage of questions neveranded. “Stairs hurt like noponies’ business.” he emphasized his point by rubbing the sore lump.
Twlight shook her head. “No, that’s just ours,” she stated in a matter-of-factly. Her purple assistant gave her a bemused look causing the unicorn to backtrack. “But that’s good enough. You may go back to your chores.”
With a groan, the purple dragon made his way to the living room where piles of books laid scattered in the center. Grabbing two armfulls of books, he made his way to their correct destination with the ladders assistance. As he did this, Twilight was left to clean up her own mess.
That mess being a lonely box of band-aids on the chair nearby.
As she picked up the box with her magic, her attention turned to a stallion with a caramel coat staring at her from outside the window, his eyes widened. As soon as she saw him, he vanished into smoke, leaving a very confused lavender unicorn behind as witness.
Shrugging it off, she made her way to the proper cupboard, before a bell ringing made her magic pause. Settling the band-aids on the table, Twilight made her way to the library entrance, with the usual welcoming smile she always gave to her clients.
“Hello and welcome to Golden Oaks Library, how may I help-” she stopped, recognizing her new customer as the creepy window stallion. “-you?”
The stallion turned to her like a deer in headlights. He somehow reminded Twilight of her pet owl. “Are you Twilight Sparkle?” he asked a bit too franticly.
“Yes, that’s… me,” Twilight answered, unsure of his intentions. “Do you need any help?”
“Oh, thank Celestia,” he praised, a relieved grin growing in his features. “I’ve got this problem, see? It’s been going on for weeks, and it’s getting worse every day and I don’t know who else to turn to.”
“Oh, really?” her ears perked up as her own smile came back. “I can fix any problem you have. So, what is it? Overdue book? Expired library card?” she leaned closer to the stallion. “Dog ate your book?” she whispered.
The stallion cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “No, it’s a rash.”
Twilight’s head retracted. “What?!” she half-yelled in surprise and disgust.
Spike poked his head out of one of the piles of books, concerned about her outburst. “What’s wrong, Twilight?”
“Oh, nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” she lied through her teeth, sheepishly grinning in hopes of fooling him.
“Excuse me, but there is something wrong about this,” the stallion turned his form, showing the two librarians his infected rear.
Twilight and Spike screamed, their eyes the size of pinpricks. “Spike, don’t look.” she commanded before Spike gagged. The drake rushed upstairs to the bathroom, closing it loudly behind him.
The lavender unicorn’s cheeks turned crimson as she averted her look off his flank. “What is wrong with you?”
“What do you mean?” the stallion obliviously asked with genuine confusion.
“What do you mean ‘What do you mean’?” her anger took over her voice as it cracked slightly. “Can you turn back around?”
“Okay,” he did as she told, but it didn’t dimish the fire in her.
“You’ve just shamelessly showed your flanks to two unsuspecting ponies, one of them happens to be a child-”
“I’M NOT A BAB-” Spike threw up.
“- and now you’re saying you don’t know what’s going on? Did you know you can go to jail for that?” Smoke could be seen coming from her nostrils as her tone grew.
“I know what I did wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but this is an emergency and I have to get it fixed right away!”
“But… this is a library.“ Twilight couldn’t believe she had to say that. ”Why aren’t you at the hospital, where they treat patients with the same conditions like you?”
The stallion took upon a look of chagrin. “Because I don’t believe in medicine.”
Twilight facehoofed.
“Plus, you’re Twilight Sparkle. The one everypony has been talking about to get the fastest care in Ponyville.”
“Where did you hear that?” Twilight questioned further in disbelief.
“From everypony. They’re all saying it. I’ve heard rumors-”
“Well, the rumors are wrong.” Twilight interrupted, having had enough of the stallion’s existence in her living room. “I have never once done anything that involves medical care. Everything that happened to the people that you heard about were either treated by Zecora, the zebra that lives in the Everfree Forest, or the Ponyville Hospital. The things that you, or anypony else have heard about me has been greatly exaggerated.” Twilight took a deep breath, her ranting and the stallion taking a lot out of her sanity.
“But what about the three-headed dog incident?”
“That wasn’t me, that was Fluttershy. And he wasn’t sick.”
“When the Apple farmer was in Dodge Junction? I heard she was sick when she got there.”
“She wasn’t. She just lost the first prize. Maybe you shouldn’t believe everything ponies say around you.”
“And when the little dragon was hurt? You gave him a sticky thingy and a kiss, and he was all better.”
“That was a band-aid…”
“Oh…” the stallion gazed at the ground, the information sinking in. ”...can you at least kiss my injury or-?”
“GET OUT OF HERE!” she screeched like Shining Armor’s drill sergeant. The stallion was out of the door and out of her sight in less than a second, before she breathed a sigh of relief, finally basking to the calming silence.
Spike broke it as he walked down the stairs, being careful as to not repeat the same accident. “Is he gone?”
“Yes,” she turned to her assistant, smiling. “He is. We can rest for now.”
“That’s good.” As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he went back to organizing the books. “He was starting to get creepier than you were when you were checking out your old baby photos.”
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