It was a cold rainy evening, and on nights like this Scootaloo would be curled up near the fireplace enjoying some warm tea with her father. But tonight was different. Instead, she was in a clean hospital, in the waiting room, next to Rainbow Dash, who brought her here when she got the call. Her father had gotten into a nasty hit and run. It was reported that a drunk driver had hit Scootaloo's father as he was crossing the road to get home.
Ever since her mother died, Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo's father were the only ones she had that could comfort and care for her like how any mother could. But now she was left cold and alone, even if Rainbow was there she still felt hollow. But maybe, maybe there was still a chance. If she was lucky, and God was in a good mood, then maybe she wouldn't have to worry. Maybe she would be able to go back home with her father, then they could relax and sit near the fire and enjoy the evening.
The opening of a door snapped Scootaloo back to reality, and before she knew it she was standing in front of the doctor asking and pouting if her father was alright. Her entire future would be determined by just a simple yes or no.
"I'm sorry miss, but we tried everything we could. He's gone." The doctor said with sorrow in his voice. Scootaloo's reality had crashed that moment. Her father, was gone. There was no bringing him back, he wouldn't come home tomorrow or the day after. He was gone, gone like her mother.
Why did this happen? What did I ever do to deserve this? Scootaloo thought to herself. While pondering about what the doctor just informed her, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Are you sure you did everything? It couldn't have been that bad... Right?" Rainbow asked, trying to give some comfort to Scootaloo while still staring at the doctor.
"Yes, I assure you that we tried everything we could. But his injuries were too severe. If you would come with me, I could show you on his X-ray." With a quick gesture, the two followed the doctor down the hallway that lead to the ER. As they slowly went down the hall they saw people on stretchers and on hospital beds. Loud talking coming from operation rooms and commotion in one room, a young girl was inside getting an allergy shot, she couldn't have been no older than 2.
Finally, after what seemed like forever of walking they made it to the last room of the hallway. Room 301 was the number. The doctor opened the door, there was no body on the bed so perhaps the nurses already took it away. That would be the best decision, the last thing Scootaloo needed to see was her father's dead, lifeless body.
Rainbow and Scootaloo took a seat to listen to the doctor. He pulled out two pictures of X-rays of broken bones.
"Okay, so here is the first injury we noticed. A broken leg so severe that the bone was...Sticking out. Then some internal bleeding in the stomach and intestines. But the fatal injury was the internal bleeding in his lungs. I'm sorry you two, but there was really nothing we could do. I feel terrible that I wasn't able to save your father in time young lady."
Scootaloo didn't respond. She only looked at the ground. Staring at her scuffed and dirty shoes. The doctors voice still ringed in her ears, wishing that this was all a dream and she would wake up, warm in her bed. Wishing that her father would be waiting downstairs for her, with breakfast ready. But she knew that, those wishes weren't coming true. He was gone, there was no hiding from it.
"I'm so sorry kid. I could only imagine the kind of pain you're going through." Finally, Scootaloo began to speak.
"No, you don't have to be sorry Dash... Besides, what's there to be sorry about? You weren't driving that car, you were drunk tonight. So you don't need to be sorry."
"I know Scoots, but I'm just-"
"You don't need to do anything! My dad's dead, that's it. Just take me home. Please." Not wanting to anger Scootaloo, Rainbow obliged and led her out the room. She thanked the doctor for trying and left. When they got to the parking lot, neither of the two spoke. Scootaloo wasn't in the mood for talking and Rainbow didn't know what to say. Rainbow got on her motorcycle and started the engine. The two put their helmets on, feeling Scootaloo's arms wrap around her waist, Rainbow started the gas and began to ride.
A ride on Rainbow's motorcycle usually made Scootaloo happy, but not this time. As much as she tried she just couldn't release her mind from her father's passing. Every curve, bump, and swerve was left unregistered in her mind. She felt numb, almost like this entire thing was just a surreal dream.
'He's dead. Embrace it.'
A little of the numbness burned off. Before her thoughts could let anymore go, she was pulled out of her deep river of thoughts by the motorcycle coming to a halt.
"Hop off, kid."
Scootaloo swung herself off of the motorcycle, noticing that her cheeks and the back of Rainbow's jacket were a little wet. Funny, she didn't even realise she was crying. She thought that she was too sad for her body to register it all and make tears appear. She walked towards the house. It was dark, rainy and miserable; a perfect interpretation of her mood. The door was still unlocked from where she'd been rushed out the house. She opened the door and was greeted by cold, vast, emptiness. It was just wrong. There had always been someone in the house with her.
"Pack your things, Scoots. You can't stay here on your own, not now."
Scootaloo barely acknowledged what Rainbow Dash had said. She walked up the stairs to her bedroom. It was painted orange, her scooter in one corner, and the walls covered in Wonderbolt posters. She'd tried to decorate it how she'd imagined Rainbow Dash's bedroom had looked, but still making it look like her own. She grabbed a couple of clothes out of the wardrobe, not really paying attention to what she'd pulled out, and grabbed the nearest bag and stuffed them in it. She just wanted to get today over with as quickly as possible, when finally all the numbness had burned off and she would be able to maybe understand better what had happened. She finished packing and walked downstairs again.
"Let's go." She said in monotone. She didn't want to show any emotion yet.
The two walked out the house and onto the motorcycle once again. It didn't take long for them to reach Rainbow Dash's house, it was only a few streets away. They reached in no more than five minutes, since the roads were relatively clear since it was almost one o'clock in the morning. It was only people who needed to be up at this time that were.
Rainbow Dash opened the door to the house. It wasn't very big, only really being able to accommodate two people, but she liked having Scootaloo fill the extra space.
"I'm going to bed." She said, not facing Rainbow and using the same monotone type of voice.
She climbed the stairs into the spare bedroom, dropped her bag onto the floor and flopped onto the bed. She fell asleep quickly, her mind still numb and her eyes tired. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Empty, lonely, and dark. Just like her new life.