Canterlot
"At least I'm not naked," Mason mulled. He wiggled himself up on the pillows to find a more comfortable position. "They could have been a little more gentle."
Mason sat with his thoughts and the ambience of the hospital sounds surrounding him. The clopping of hooves will be his psychological undoing, he could feel it. He could feel the aneurysm growing at the top of his brain, he heaved a long, heavy sigh.
"Deep breaths, Mason," he tried calming himself, as he inhaled deeply through his nostrils. Antiseptic filled his nose and something else. . . horses? Taking in a few more explorative sniffs left him without a doubt in his mind. The air was filled with the same odor as the farm he once visited on a field trip with his school. "Norway. Norway. No possible way," he thought.
A chuckle tickled the back of his throat. He began to snicker which quickly crescendoed into a guffaw. His laughter stopped the nurses and doctors in the halls as they turned their heads towards the hysterical laughter.
"What is so funny?" a warm, regal feminine voice questioned curiously from the door.
"I. Have. Officially. Gone. Crazy," Mason accentuated his words. He ended his sentence with a snicker.
"How so?" the female wondered as she neared the bed.
"Clip clop! Clip clop!" Mason mimicked the hoof steps. "I am in a land of magical, talking horses! Oh, and the best part is," he began to laugh, "I'm a fucking quadrilateral!"
"'Quadrilateral'?" the female voice replied uncertainly.
"I believe he means 'quadriplegic', your highness," a male voice spoke up, he sounded about the same age as him. "Although, I would say you are more of a tetra-ameliac."
Mason stopped laughing and rested on the pillows, "I'll only talk if you're here to end my misery," he informed the pair grimly.
Princess Celestia shared a concerned glance with Geoffrey who wore a thin smile.
"Why would you want to die?" Princess Celestia finally questioned after chewing her thoughts.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" Mason snapped, "I can't do anything! All I can do is lay here and be pathetic!"
"Right now, yes," the ivory alicorn confirmed, "That is until you learn how to use and control your magic. Your potential is infinite!"
"I don't have magic," he huffed, "that was a fluke."
"You are thrown an obstacle and you just give up?" Geoffrey probed.
"You do not know what I have been through! The Hell I went through when I was blind on Earth!" Mason shouted. Princess Celestia felt the air around them heat up and sizzle faintly. "I have fought and fought. . . I have no more fight. No reason to."
Geoffrey walked up to the bed and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, "You keep on fighting to live. If not for your sake, then for the sake of others. Life is precious and valuable, friend."
Mason shrugged the stranger's cold hand off of him, "You're not a horse?"
"They are too small to be horses," Geoffrey chuckled. He turned to Princess Celestia who had a serious expression, "Right?"
"Oh, yes," Princess Celestia snapped out of her thoughts. She smiled at Geoffrey, "We are a race of sapient ponies."
"A horse by any other name," Mason stated dryly.
Princess Celestia smiled politely, "I only came to check in on you briefly. A long day at the court has left me exhausted. I will have my star pupil come in and help you both with any questions you may have."
Geoffrey bowed politely to the princess, "Thank you, your majesty."
When he heard her hoof steps disappear, Mason asked, "She pretty?"
"Absolutely," Geoffrey responded smitten.
"Freak," Mason jabbed.
Geoffrey straightened out his smock, "You should have shown the princess more respect."
"How was I supposed to know? It's not like I can fucking see. I didn't hear you introduce yourself either, or am I going deaf?" Mason retorted.
Geoffrey nodded his head and understood the handicapped boy's reasoning. "I am Geoffrey Anthony Tarsus," he greeted and held out his hand which he immediately withdrew.
"Did you seriously try to shake hands with a blind, armless person?" Mason sucked on his teeth annoyed, already used to it being blind, "Whatever. Call me Mason."
Geoffrey found a chair on the opposite side of the bed, near a window, and made his way there to sit. He sat with a tired groan. "So," he began after minutes of silence passing by, "how old are you?"
Mason heaved a strained sigh, "Leave."
"By what the princess said, her pupil would be coming to see us here," Geoffrey stated.
"She said her pupil will help us with any questions we have, that doesn't mean we have to be here together."
"It will be easier on the pupil if we were together and "
Mason cut him off with an irritated sighed, "Just shut up and stop breathing so loudly. How about you stop breathing altogether?"
Geoffrey rolled his eyes and fixed his attention to outside. "It's night time," he commented to the broken boy on the hospital bed.
"Yeah, typically only owls are active at night," Mason responded.
"I don't hear any owls. . ."
"I can."
"That's pretty cool," Geoffrey complimented earnestly.
"Not when you can hear what the adults and kids say through the walls," he replied snarkily.
"I can see how that would be problematic. . ." Geoffrey watched the boy with sad eyes. I want to help him. He noticed him squirming. "You okay?"
Mason released a long groan, "Gotta. . . piss."
Geoffrey shot up to his feet, "Do you want me to get a nurse?"
"No, I want you, a total stranger to help me go to the bathroom. God know how much I love guys holding my dick!" Mason snapped.
"I'll get the nurse," Geoffrey ran out the door with slightly scarlet cheeks.