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Affamé d'amour - Novel Idea



Twilight is summoned to view the world famous "Fashion Mile" but things have are never simple.

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Chapter 4- Second Night in the ICU

Affame d’Amour
Chapter 4- Second Night in the ICU

Twilight Sparkle, all done up in her finest winter clothing and dabbled with the most exquisite make-up that Rarity had gifted her teleported off of the balcony the instant she saw Fleur’s hoof hit the ice. Appearing on the floor below the instant the ice white mare crashed to the snow dabbled ground Twilight immediately forced out her magic around Fleur’s body, lifting her off the floor.

The bruise from the crash was already forming on the flawless mare’s right side; tainting the white coat with a purple underlay like a creeping virus. A gasp of surprise and concern ran out through the high-class crowd but very few, if any, of the ponies present made a move to get a closer work or assist Twilight in aiding Fleur. Save for two; Fancypants arrived next to Twilight the moment he was able to fight through the rows of seats between his place at the very head of the cat-walk, and Celestia who flew down on her incandescent wings.

“Twilight…Est-ce vous?” Fleur whispered, her lips where shaking and painted a light blue; the cold air amplified now that she was out of the blazing heat of the light which lined the stage to accent the outfits. Twilight nodded furiously in response, too focused on lifting the mare with her magic to vocalize. She felt the intrusive magic of Fancypants and Celestia mix with her own; the aura of magical power encircling fleur becoming a married of royal blue, lavender and pure white.

With a relieved sigh Twilight began to move, the other two ponies in tow carrying Fleur with their combined while focusing on moving as a group through the crowds; richly dressed onlookers watched with passing interest, some bothering to move out of the way as the trio exited the makeshift “studio” which was constructed to look like a steel palace, covered in the conjured snow. On the inside the area resembled a royal court while on the outside it looked more like a frostbitten construction zone with scaffolding laced with silver thaw where straps and pulleys that the construction crew had used in the earliest hours of the morning to create the illusion waiting just on the other side. Pushing that entire ambiance aside Twilight focused all of her attention on getting Fleur back to her room and making sure that she would be okay.

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“Is she going to be okay?” Fancypants asked nervously as he walked around the cleared table in Twilight’s room which was still in “medical” mode from the incident earlier in the morning. Twilight flickered flames into the candles using her magic as she set down Fleur gently, turning back to the princess who for all her glory was looking rather steady and calm. It wouldn’t be until days later in the same room where the three stood right now would Twilight come to realise how much interference Celestia had run for them while they were magicking Fleur away from the show; keeping medical ponies and the mass media away from the scene with her royal visage and reaffirming words.

Something that the ever viligant Princess would continue to do; for once Fleur had been set down on the medical “bed” she turned to her apprentice and offered a gentle smile. “I’ll go keep the hounds at bay, please ensure that our guest is taken care of while she is here.” Celestia said with an all to knowing wink of her eye, and a gentle flap of her large wings. Turning to face the entrance way Celestia made her way out of the library/medical center/ bedroom into the through of newsponies who were flashing their cameras in the direction of the tower hurriedly trying to get that one shot that would help cement their careers.

Twilight smiled at her mentor, thankful for the help in her time of need than turned her attention back to Fleur who was still shivering. Looking up to Fancypants Twilight opened her mouth to speak as she moved an exploratory hoof over the damaged area on Fleur’s side, “Go grab the comforter from my bed, she’s still very cold from the snow.” She ordered, focusing on the tenderness; sending out a probing aura of magic to feel for injury.

One rib, two… small fractures; Twilight could feel the tear in the muscle, tracing it all the way down Fleur’s side to her hind left leg. Running her hoof back along the damaged muscle Twilight paused and probed deeper; hunting for extensive internal damage. Fancypants returned with the blanket; his usually regal features dabbled with sweat, his tight black tux with accented his frame was dirtied and damaged in places that Twilight was sure had never been damaged before.

Reaching over a hoof Twilight grabbed the thick, plush comforter from Fancypants; spreading it gingerly over Fleur tucking her in as much as she could without risking hurting the mare underneath.

“So what’s wrong with her?” Fancypants asked genuine concern in his voice, Twilight had met with Fancypants before at the garden party and was well aware that though he was in the top echelon of pony nobility he had very down to earth notions about friends. He was the kind of stallion who, though sophisticated, wouldn’t mind getting a little mud on his hooves if a dear friend needed him desperately.

“She fractured some of her ribs,” Twilight began going back to a dusty old cupboard which he been un-used since long before she had moved to Ponyville; opening the door with magic and squinting up into the dimly lit confines. It took her a moment to find the right see-through vial with a small white label on it; filled with medical details and other such data as per dosage and proper use. It was a special drug that had been developed several years earlier called “Marephene” designed to help ease the pain of a Mare in labour with children, the smallest of dosages would be useable in this situation. “That’s not that bad.” Twilight explained moving back to Fleur; a medium length needle enveloped in her magic poking through the sterile top of the jar and pulling a small sliver of the powerful drug into its tube. “It will take me an hour or two to magically meld the bones back together along the cracks so they don’t shatter when she moves. The real problem is her muscle; it was torn rather violently, that kind of convalescing takes time. Even if I do have some of the salve in here for it it’ll take a full day, plus.” Twilight murmured slowly sliding the needle into Fleur with her magic, injecting the anesthetic. Sighing Twilight set the needle back in the cupboard alongside the drug vial.

Turning to face Fancypants, Twilight gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she’ll be fine, but it will require a lot of concentration.” Pulling up a chair and climbing into it Twilight took the most meditative and relaxing position she could; crossing her hind legs before her and resting her forehooves on her knees. “If you could go get a few towels and try to keep the sweat out of my eyes.” She instructed; Fancypants nodding enthusiastically, magicking some towels down from on top of the cupboard.

Taking a deep breath and stroking Fleur’s magnificent candy-cane mane Twilight Sparkle steeled herself for the long haul and began the healing magics which he had studied for long before ever leaving Canterlot.

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Fancypants stood alongside Twilight Sparkle for the following four hours, long into the early morning as the lavender unicorn used magics that would be decades beyond his meager talent; a mere manipulation of light to control shadows and effects.

Keeping a watchful eye on her, using the towels in his control to dab away any sweat which was forming upon her brow he was truly taken aback at how hard Twilight was working for a pony that she barely knew.

He was aware that Fleur had spent the previous night in this room as well, having been filled in by his model when she returned earlier in the morning. It was good, in his mind, that Fleur would be near so humble a pony; one that grew up in all the class and glamour as the protégé of the Princess and yet chose to live in the humble town of Ponyville within a library. Hoping some of that humility would rub off on his model, who had spent all her time surrounded by ponies that worshipped the ground she walked on or were so like-minded to her that they chose to ignore her existence or accept her as a challenge; neither of which were healthy forms of relationships.

Fancypants was also, surprisingly thought it was, aware of the fact that Twilight had managed to convince Fleur to eat something substantial; as feat that he had been unsuccessful at since she first debuted as a model. It was stunning to him, watching this essential stranger going so far out of her way to help somepony she barely knew.

Taking Twilight in he fully appreciated the strain this was having on her body; Twilight needed to focus absolutely on Fleur’s inside, slowly probing along the bone which was damaged and pulling it together with the gentlest of touches. There was a light shiver in her hooves from the strain, and he could notice her licking her lips and swallowing deep; it must truly be a strenuous venture.

Fancypants never took his eyes off of Twilight, confident that Fleur was safe in her capable hooves; it was a sense of utter calm and concentration that she was exerting. He had known other ponies to exhibit this kind of aura and was aware of its implications; not entirely sure how they would be received. Fleur had had many suitors in the past but none like Twilight, not to say they weren’t mares, but nopony so absolutely devout and in the moment.

Smiling at her with a wiry grin the older stallion whispered beneath his breath. “You got my vote, kid.”

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Twilight gasped exhausted as she let go of her magic, releasing her spells from Fleur; after four and a half hours of non-stop work the bones had been perfectly healed. She wouldn’t allow herself to stop there though, sliding off from the chair and almost collapsing under her own weight and weak knees Twilight was glad that Fancypants was there to keep her up.

Smiling she offered him a weak explanation. “I have to get the salve on her…” she said; suddenly feeling all of her hard work weighing on her, putting her almost into a spent sleep. Leaning on Fancypants the two made their way over to the cupboard. Rummaging through the vials and bottles Twilight found (with her eyes half closed) an old rust tinted gourd which smelled thick of earth and thyme. Together they stumbled back to Fleur and she began the slow process.

It took Twilight another hour to thoroughly knead the mixture into Fleur’s coat along the torn muscle, feeling a knife plunge into her every time that she saw the beautiful mare wince in pain. Pouring the thick black paste from the rusty looking gourd she slowly lined it all over the torn muscle and massaged it into the skin slowly; it was gruelling physical work that needed to be done in order to guarantee that Fleur would have the quickest recovery, and when it was done Twilight felt well and fully exhausted.

Fancypants gave a chuckle that pulled her away from her half-asleep daze; looking at hour tired and untidy the fashion pony look only helped to remind her how long this night had become. She felt his hoof go into her hair and give her mane a ruffle and then it was as if all the weight was out of her body and she felt herself lifting off the floor; unsure if it was a dream or not.

Fancypants smiled as he levitated the young unicorn to her bed on the second floor of the room; keeping an eye out so as not to stumble on the books strewed about the floor. Some had cooking in them, while others seemed to be French text translations and learning devices which made him chuckle all the more.

This truly was a very special mare.

Setting Twilight in her bed and magically pulling her blanket over her he sighed and leans back, a crack echoing off of his older spine. Turning he went back to the ground level by Fleur, finding a quill (owl feather, he noted) and a small amount of ink he wrote out instructions for both Twilight and Fleur using the magic of his horn and set out to find his own room in the early morning air; wishing both of the mare’s good luck on the morning’s journey.