The moment Granny woke, she didn't see anything. She pondered about how this could happen, and tried to wake up again. She closed her eyes, then opened them as fast as a whip. Still empty blackness.
She somehow safely rolled off her bed and landed on her rug that she made when she was no older than fifteen. "Applejack, sweetie, can y'all come into mah room fer a moment?" She hollered. Hollering was a good sign; she was still alive, right?
"Comin' Granny!" She heard her granddaughter yell back, her hoofsteps sounding closer and closer as she approached. "Whats the matt- Oh, Celestia!" Applejack's voice sounded like it was now in Granny's room. Took her long enough, she thought. Granny had a small problem of being impatient.
"What? What is it, Applejack?" Granny asked, waiting impatiently for a reply. There was a long, heavy silence, something that seemed to damper the mood. It seemed to drag on forever, until Granny finally broke it yet again. "Ya still here, Applejack?" Her voice showed no hint of annoyance whatsoever. She had mastered that talent many years ago, when Applejack was first born.
"Uh....yeah...I'm still here..." Another withdrawn pause. "You know how ya kept tellin me when I was Apple Blooms age how you were a scared of losin yer sight?"
"It'd be my worst fear come true." Granny agreed; she imagined Applejack nodding in her minds eye. There was a small scuffing sound. Was Applejack kicking the rug?
"Ah don't know how to tell you this any other way but the plain truth."
Granny sighed, she could deal with not having her sight anymore. She was old, as the years went on, she expected it more and more. "Spit it out, now!" She cried when Applejack didn't continue on.
There was a sigh, then hooves padding closer. Applejack's hoof gently rested itself on top of Granny's. "You've gone blind, Gran." The four words that left her mouth were barley audible, but somehow, Granny heard them all the same.
And even though she had been expecting this to come for quite some time, a weak scream exited her mouth, quickly followed by a close sob. She could feel Applejack's presence all throughout her freak-out.
"This may be a bad time to tell ya, Gran..." Applejack continued, no doubt that there was nervousness in her voice. "These unicorns that call 'emselves the Flim-Flam brothers just bought out our property."
"Eh?" Granny could feel the tears that kept streaming down her face, slowly dampening the rug she stood on.
There was a shaky breath before Applejack continued. "Were gonna have ta move out by nighttime."
It felt like the world had crushed down on the poor old granny's spirits. She shriveled herself up into ab ball on her rug, unable to deal with anything for the moment. But still, like a loyal hound, Applejack stayed in her room until Big Mac came to get her.
"I think Granny Smith might need some time alone." He gently advised his sister. Granny still lay huddled in a ball of blindness and tears. Applejack nodded and gently closed the door behind her, letting Granny wither away into her two worst possible fears combined.