//------------------------------// // I Believe in You. (Pinkie's perspective.) // Story: The Long Road Home // by yourlocalhetheydisaster //------------------------------// When everything finally became calm, I stretched my arms and looked toward Ed. "Well, I know that this is a totally random question, but do you know anywhere that I could get, ya' know, fake limbs. To get back on my own two feet. Well, sorta. I mean, they wouldn't be my feet they would be prosthetic. Or would they, I mea-" "Shut. Up." Ed said, putting his hand over my mouth. I nodded, and he moved his hand. "Now as for replacing your limbs, remember how I said that Winry was my auto-mail engineer?" Ed asked. "Yeah." "Well, auto-mail is a type of prosthetic limb. You could probably get some from her." He said. I smiled really wide and nodded. "Alrighty then, when can I leave here?" I asked. "The nurse said that they would need to watch you for one more day, but after that they said you could leave." Al replied to my question. I nodded. "Alright, let's leave as soon as possible 'kay?" I said. "'Cause I don't really know how long it will take to get to wherever your friend lives. Also, I hate being still for a really long time." I added. I sat up in my bed and looked at a clock, noticing that it was six o'clock in the morning. "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm ready to go!" I said loudly. Al looked towards me in shock. "What are you doing up this early?" Al asked in a whisper. I turned towards him and giggled. "Because I'm ready to go, duh!" I replied. Al nodded and quietly laughed nervously. "Sorry. I'm just used to Brother not getting up until really late in the day." I nodded, remembering that Rainbow hardly ever woke up early. A nurse then came in and turned to me. "Well, you're quite the morning person, aren't you?" She chuckled a bit and I nodded. She then went to a monitor and looked at all of the stats, then went to me. "Do you feel any pain?" She asked. "Nope! I feel great, actually." The nurse nodded, then checked my bed for any blood. When she found none, she checked something off of her little checklist. "Alright Miss Diane," she looked at me and smiled, "you're good to go!" I smiled wide. I then thought of a very important question. "Um... Miss? Hate to be a bother, but, well, how am I going to get out of here if I can't walk?" The nurse turned towards the door. "Give me a second." She said. She walked out of my room, and into the hallway. I began to hum a tune as I waited for her. She soon came back, with a wheel chair and set it next to my bed. "You'll use this." I nodded then smiled again. "Okay! Thanks Nurse Lady!" The nurse smiled again. "You're welcome!" She walked out again, and I turned towards the chair. I stared at it for a bit then turned to Al. "Hey, uh. Can you help me? Please?" I said. Al nodded and walked towards the bed. He picked me up and placed me in the chair. "Thanks!" He nodded and I span the wheels a little bit. "Whoa, this is really rolly." I turned to Al again. "Hey, I'm going to go out and look around while we wait for your brother to awaken. That cool with you?" "Yeah, sure!" Al said. I rolled myself out of the room and then started to roll up the hallway. As I began to reach the end of it, I saw that there was a room that was open just a crack. I stepped inside and found a woman laying in a hospital bed, with tubes and other medical looking things. As I rolled in, she turned her head towards the door. I smiled as she saw me. "Um, hi Miss." I said. She smiled back, which made me feel more confident. "Hello little one." She said. "What brings you here?" I rolled inside the room, and came close to her bed. "Nothing really. I was just exploring, and I saw your door was open. So I thought that you might want a little bit of company." I said She smiled again. "Thank you. I don't really get any visitors any more." She said, in a sad tone. I looked at her confused. "Why don't you get any visitors?" I asked, she sighed and laid back in the bed, getting a little bit more comfortable. "Because, I have lost all contact with anyone I loved or cared about." She said, staring at the ceiling. I tilted my head. "How did you lose contact?" She continued to stare at the ceiling. "It started when I was a teenager," She started, "I was at a party one night and, being the unsocial rabbit I am, sat on the side-lines." "You don't have any fun on the side-lines though." I said. I remembered the two ponies I had helped become more social at the party for the princesses. She smiled "Yeah, wish I had known that then. Anyway, half-way through the party, I had met a guy, and he seemed pretty nice." She said. I nodded, and she continued. "So, we started dating." "That's good." I said. She smiled. "Yeah, it is pretty good." Her smiled then turned to a frown. "Though, after we had been dating for a year, I decided that he should meet my parents. Now, even though this guy was nice, he didn't have much money. I didn't mind, but my parents did not like that. They kept on asking me if I wanted to date a different man. I kept on telling them no." "Good for you. You should be able to choose the man you stay with for the rest of your life." I said. "Maybe sometimes, but this one led me to have my family constantly angry with me. So, one night, I called my boyfriend, and told him to meet me outside. He did, and I snuck out of the house and ran away. I haven't talked to my family since." Tears brimmed in her eyes as she continued. "A couple of years later, I had found out that my boyfriend had cheated on my with another girl." I gasped at this. "What! Why would he do that!" I shouted. She looked out the window. "That's what I asked him. He told me that she was prettier than me, and that she had loads of money. So he left, and I was alone." A single tear had run down her face. "And as for my friends, they think that I'm a lost cause." I gasped again. "Why do they think that?" I asked unhappily. "I have a disease that the doctors say is very deadly. I've been in here for about a year now, so my friends think that I'm going to die, so they left." I felt tears come to my eyes, and she looked at the ceiling. "Right now, I think that maybe it would be better if I die." At this one sentence, something broke inside of me, and I looked down. "Don't say that." I whispered. She looked at me. "What?" She asked. "Don't say that." I repeated. "I know that right now, and in the past, things aren't going well. But listen to me, this hell, is nothing compared to the hell that your friends, and maybe even your family, would go through. And if every part of your mind screams at you that you can't make it through this, scream louder. Scream at it that you can make through this. You can live, and even if you don't, you can at least say that you tried. That you didn't just accept that you were going to die and left it at that. "And even though your friends don't believe in you, I do. You were gifted with life on this planet, and call me a magical earth worm if you think that I will just let you throw it all away." I looked at her with determination in my eyes. She looked at me, and tears streamed down her face. Though this time, I could tell that they were happy tears. "Thank you." She said. "Hey Diane, where are you?" I heard Ed shouting for me in the hallway. "Coming!" I shouted back. "Good-bye Miss..." "Elizabeth. And good-bye to you too Diane." She said. I rolled out into the hallway and Ed looked at me. "Come on, the train is going to leave in an hour, we gotta hurry." Ed urged. I smiled. "Alrighty then, let's go!"