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// Chapter 2 - Olive Pizza 
// Story: A Heart For Two 
// by Hot_Sushi 
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Nurse Redheart had lived by three strict rules. The first was to never to drink alone. The second was to never, under any circumstances lose the patient and the third and most important of all, Tip the pizza delivery pony.



Redheart was on her way home after informing her friends she needed a sick day. She opened the door to her apartment and walked hesitantly to her door and knocked lightly. There was no response but silence from the other side. 
She slowly opened the door and saw the blankets on the bed had been moved and where now tucked unfashionable under the bed. Redheart looked confused at where the changeling and gone until she heard the faint wheezing sound of the filly from under the bed. She keeled down and peeking her head under the bed and saw the most adorable sight of all of her life. 
There before her laid the sleeping filly in a blanket cocoon  with its tiny head barely visible amid the blankets. Redheart couldn't help but giggle as the changeling yawned and cuddled up to the fluffy blanket.
"Come on out we need to get you some food kid" Redheart said while tugging the blanket slightly to awaken the filly. The moment the child's eyes opened it let out a loud hiss as if it where being threatened. Redheart quickly jumped back and tried to catch her breath. The changelings sky blue eyes where visible from under the bed as it halted it's hissing.
"Don't scare me like that kid. I'm just trying to help you." Redheart said trying to regain her poise. She watched as the changeling backed until he was touching the wall furthest away from Redheart. "I just need a moment to check your bandages and maybe I could get you some food." Redheart said to the flustered filly. "You're gonna hurt me again!" The changeling said with a high pitched feminine voice. Although she tried to shout it the voice was quite weak yet emotionally desperate. 
"Hurt you? I'm not gonna hit you dear I'm her to help you feel better. I didn't get my cutie mark for hitting fillies. I'm not gonna do anything that would hurt you, I just want to make you feel better." Redheart said trying to calm the frantic filly. Redheart's face had an honest look that the filly believe was genuinely authentic. 
Slowly the fragile filly came out of under the bed with a wobbly walk. She looked as if she was treading extremely thin ice. Redheart put her hoof out to attempt to comfort the shell shocked changeling. 
"I'm sorry!" The filly yelped as it lifted its hoofs to brace for a hit. Redheart simply glared at the flinching filly, she noticed subtle yet distinct bruises oh her checks. The filly opened her eyes hesitantly as if worried if it would be sruck while letting its guard down. "There's nothing to be sorry for, I understand you're still a bit frightened. If you want I could just bring you some food." Redheart spoke worried of the filliy's response.
"Come on, I ordered some pizza that we can split, hope you like olives." Redheart had mumbled the last part to herself. Redheart left her room with the twitchy changeling at following close behind. Redheart saw how the filly limped slightly with every step. They abruptly stopped reaching the small living room area of the appartment.
"The place is still a mess, but the DVD player works in here. You can have the couch guess... I'm sorry I didn't get your name." Redheart said with a friendly smile. The filly looked up and made a wide assortment of clicking and hissing sounds.
"Oh, that's nice, do you mind if I just call you-" Redheart stopped as she heard the door bell go off. "Pizza is here one sec." Redheart left the filly to fend for himself in the cluttered room. The small foreigner could only see eye level to the coffee table. She tried to hop onto the couch but found her wounds where more of a problem that she had expected. Every time the filly extended its hoof she was shocked by a dull but painfully sting. Finding that the little changeling had been defeated by the plush throne she laid down and released a pitiful whimpered.
"Hey need help there?" Redheart said while entering the room holding the pizza box. The changeling nearly yelled in surprise not expecting her return would be so sudden. Redheart gently lifted the filly onto the tattered blue couch. "So as I was saying." Redheart said as she set the pizza down onto the coffee table. "Pizza." The filly said. Redheart looked up at the filly with slight confusion. "Wait, do you want me to call you pizza or do you want a slice? Or both?" She said with a chuckle.
"Both please." The filly said with a quite voice. Redheart looked confused for a moment then simply shrugged. "Okay, would you mind if I call you Olive Pizza." Redheart said as she walked to the kitchen. "Okay." Olive said meekly. She was intrigued by the delicious smell emitting from the cardboard box on the table. 'Is this the pizza she mentioned earlier?' Olive thought to herself quietly. 
Redheart returned with two paper plates and a pizza cuter. She proceeded to open the pizza box and cut her and the filly a slice of the delicious cheesy mess. She walked over to the kitchen and set Olive's pizza on the arm of the couch. "Do you want something to drink, water, a soda maybe?" Redheart asked. The little filly looked astonished that she would just offer resources so, nonchalantly. "W- what's soda?" Olive stuttered out of nervousness. "Soda it is." She said happily as she walked off to the kitchen. 
Olive was quite puzzled at the triangular mass of bread and cheese that had been set forth for her. she slowly and casually brought the plate closer to her. Once close enough she lifted the slice and opened her mouth reveling her tiny razer sharp fangs. She quickly got to work devouring despite the fact that the pizza slice still being searing hot.
Redheart returned with two cans of store-brand soda. She put the soda down next to Olive and went to cut her another slice. "Wow you're really hungry. When was the last time you've ate, Olive?" Redheart said with a chuckle as she cut a larger slice. 
Olive looked at the strange metallic cylinder that her captor called 'soda'. She sniffed it curiously to no avail. She was on the brink of being angered to the point of frustration. With one quick snatch she sunk her fangs into the can. The built up pressure released and the contents of the can sprayed out onto Olive's face and the couch. The substance was sweet and sticky much like a more liquefied version of honey. 
"Oh shit!" Redheart exclaimed running over to Olive with a roll of paper towels. Olive was already in the process of licking up the forming puddle on the couch when Redheart picked her up. Olive gave a little hiss as Redheart put her on the ground and commenced cleaning. "How was there this much soda in that can!?" Redheart yelled in disbelief. On an off note the industrialization of magic was once of the inactivation leading to condensed beverage containers.
Redheart looked down at Olive and saw she had gotten her bandages drenched in the light brown liquid. Redheart ran to the bathroom and retrieved a towel. When she returned Olive had dragged her slice of pizza off the coffee table and had started eating it off the ground. Redheart quickly snatched the filly up with the towel and tried her best to not to scold the filly.
Redheart sighed in frustration. "I guess you're gonna need a bath."