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// The Hospital Chapter 
// Story: Thunderlane's New Life 
// by The Delirium 
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	"I'm sorry miss, but you are not allowed in the room until the doctors are sure he will be alright."

"That's ridiculous! I want to see my colt friend and I want to see him now!"

It was one in the morning at the Cloudsdale Treatment Hospital and a nurse and a certain griffon were at each other's throats. Of course, at this early in the morning, very pony was sure to be a little edgy. This included Blossomforth, who was now passed out on the couch after a security pony had taxed her. The pegasus mare was just as worried about Thunderlane as Gilda was, but she was the one who tried kicking down the door to his hospital room. 

"I am telling you, it's hospital rules. I can't let you in until the doctors are sure he's fine."

"That's the problem. He was bleeding to death when we brought him here! Thunderlane could be dying in there and I won't be with him!" Gilda then broke down in tears and leaned against the wall, sobbing. The nurse, who had previously been fighting with the griffon, lost all of her anger as she witnessed the sorry sight.

"Hey there." she said, wrapping a foreleg around Gilda. "I know you're worried about him, but he can pull through. If the doctors are going to save him, they'll need as few distractions as possible and a hysterical friend or family member is one such distraction."

"I...I guess you're right." Gilda got up and trotted over to the couch in the waiting room. She sat down next to Blossomforth and looked at her unconscious body. Gilda instantly felt a pang of guilt after remembering she had tries to tear the mare's eyes out. The griffon sighed as she began to recall of the events that happened after Thunderlane got hurt. She and Blossomforth had instantly rushed to his side to inspect the wound. Surprisingly, Blossomforth had taken charge and had ordered Gilda to call paramedics. She didn't want to leave Thunderlane's side, but she knew that it had to be done. Gilda rushed into her kitchen and grabbed the phone. After frantically dialing 9-1-1 and telling them what happened, she hung up and rushed back to Thunderlane.

Gilda had been surprised and a little thankful when she saw that Blossomfroth had found some bandages and was starting to wrap them around Thunderlane's body. After a while, the paramedics had finally arrived and took him away to the hospital. Gilda and Blossomforth had followed them closely. Once they had gotten to the hospital, Blossomforth immediately tried to enter Thunderlane's room, but was stopped by security. Eventually, she was becoming too much of a problem and they had to gaze her down. After that, Gilda had tried the same thing, but in a less violent way. That's how she had ended up where she was right now, on a couch with an unconscious body. Gilda looked over at Blossomforth once again and gave a deep sigh.

"She's the one who really helped Thunderlane." Gilda thought. "I didn't do anything." Tears weld up in her eyes as that realization struck her. "So far, Blossomforth has told me what to do to help Thunderlane, treated his wounds, flew with him to the hospital where I had stayed a good distance back, and had tried so hard to see him that she had to be knocked unconscious. And what have you done, Gilda? You've just sat back and watch everything happen. You haven't done a thing for him!" Tears began falling from her eyes as she mentally scolded herself. "She's the one Thunderlane should be with, not me."

Gilda then sat up and walked over to a nearby table. The table had a notepad and a pencil on it, which she picked up with her claws. Gilda began to cry once more a she wrote down a quick note. When she was finnished, Gilda ripped off the peice of paper she had wrote on and set down the notepad and pencil. The griffon walked over to the nurse sitting at the front desk and handed her the note.

“When that mare wakes up,” Gilda said, ponting to Blossomforth. “Could you gove her this?”

“Sure thing.” The nurse responded. With that, Gilda made her way from the front desk to the hospital’s exit. She took one more look at Blossomforth before going through the doors.

"I'm so sorry, Thundy."





Morning had arrived and Celestia's sun shone through the windows of the hospital. Once the sun's rays hit Blossomforth's eyes, they immediately shot open and she awakened. The mate stretched her limbs and hopped of the couch.

"Wait." Blossomforth thought. "Why am I on a couch?" She immediately gasped as she rembered everything that had happened. "Thunderlane. I need to check on him!" Blossomforth was about to sprint towards Thunderlane's room, but stopped as she saw a nurse approach.

"You're Blossomforth, right?"

"Yes."

"This was left for you." The nurse said, handing Blossomforth a note. Puzzled by what the note was and who left it, Blossomforth began to read over the paper. Her eyes widened as she read it and by the time she was done, Blossomforth was completely speechless.

Blossomforth,

After everything that happened yesterday I've come to realize something. I don't deserve Thunderlane. When he got hurt, I just stood back and watched as you did everything you could to help him. I really do care about him, but I know you do too. As much as I hate to admit it, Thunderlane is better off with you and your friends in Ponyville. Just do me one favor, okay. Take care of Thunderlane for me. He's a nice stallion. Treat him well.

,Gilda