A Bond in Violet P1

>”Oh come now Anonymous, don’t get so flank flustered. I’ll be there, so how can it possibly be a bad experience?”
>You shift slightly in the carriage, the bumpy road adding to the uneasiness that you feel.
>You are Anonymous.
>Sole human in Equestria, and chaperone to Rarity, the Element of Generosity.
“Rarity, I don’t like dances, and I sure as hell don’t like all this fancy shit.”
>Somehow, she managed to convince you to go with her to one of her fancy balls.
>And by somehow, you mean she offered you a ton of cash.
>The deal was to keep track of her, and to make sure she doesn’t end up in someone’s bed at the end of the night.
>She slapped you when you thought that that was actually the point of the party.
>Hooves hurt.
>“Duke Pompadour will be there along with half of his royal court, Anonymous! How can you possibly not have fun?”
“Rarity, why in the would I be excited about a bunch of snotty ponies who think I’m a damn monkey.”
>She looks at you, her sapphire eyes adding multiple layers to the pouting duck-face she’s put on.
>“Anon darling pleeeeeease tell me you’ll try to have fun tonight? I know we’re not the greatest of friends, but you’re already better company than Spike.”
“Because I’m not hitting on you and I’m not a creepy dragon toddler?” You say with a smirk.
>”Precisely. Now, the party will only last a few hours. Do try not to get in trouble while I mingle. Oooh I do so hope Madame Bordeaux is there. I do so love her gossip…” Rarity trails off, a slight glimmer in her eye.
>You plant a palm into your face as the carriage Rarity rented pulls up to the manor.
>It was only slightly adorable how excited she was about all of this.
>You weren’t keen on fancy shit, so seeing someone so opposite to you was refreshing.
>Opening the door for the well-dressed mare, you immediately are hit with the sheer opulence of this manor.
>Fountains and gardens flank the building, various pillars and columns of intricate design are bedecked with flowers of all kinds.
>The entire thing looks like it’s out of a storybook.
>It makes you gag slightly.
>Rarity excitedly hops out of the carriage and fixes her hair a little bit as you wave to the driver-ponies.
>The only acknowledgement you get is from one of them flipping on his shades and trotting off.
>You follow Rarity into the party as she meets and greets with the other visitors, all of them bedecked in gaudy dresses and outfits.
>Some of them look like a lace factory got into a fight with a bag of gemstones and somehow ended up wrapped around them.
>All in all, it’s amusing to see a bunch of horses play dress up.
>If you were at all philosophical, you’d start going on about how they’re pretending to imitate humans.
>But instead you keep your giggles to yourself and try to ignore the massive bubble of ‘oh god don’t touch him’ that they seem to exude.
>Whatever.
>You were dressed in your simple suit and tie, but a six foot human stands out like a sore thumb.
>Especially since you were the only one here WITH thumbs.
>Quickly you notice Rarity blending into the crowd, and decide this would be a good time to activate maximum ignoring mode.

>It’ll be fun, she said.
>Oh come on, it can’t possibly be THAT boring to you, she said.
>Maybe you’ll find some friends, she said.
>This wall is about your only company right now.
>Go figure, a ballroom full of ponies all enjoying themselves and you’re glued to the wall, alone.
>Just like high school.
>At least the punch was good, but you were a tad wary at the amount of alcohol in this stuff.
>…are ponies easy drunks?
>You glance around and see if you notice anyone passed out yet.
>Doesn’t look like it.
>You take another sip of the sugary red-flavored goodness as you make a cursory glance amongst the crowd.
>You’d been keeping good track of her, for the majority of the time that you’d been here.
>Sure as sure, you’ve lost her alabaster ass amongst the sea of nobility.
>She was ecstatic on the way here, and you’d bet your marbles that she was having a ball.
>While at the ball.
>You giggle to yourself.
>That pun was deliciously lame.
>You down the cup of punch, and then realize you’ve got like an hour to kill.
>What the hell were you going to do for an hour amongst a ton of ponies that turn their noses up at you automatically?
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are probably a little drunk.
>Though to be fair, that was all there was to do at this stupid party.
>Eat their vegetarian snacks and drink their overly-sugary alcoholic beverages.
>Fuckin ponies.
>Eventually you did end up getting bored and getting some fresh air outside.
>That’s where you met the only passable person of any kind of decency that night: The Janitor
>Or well, Janitor, Gardener, Maintenance pony.
>He was a grizzled looking grey pony with a haggard beard, a rough mane, and he seemed covered in various scratches, fluids, and more than likely some other unmentionables.
>He was instantly the most interesting thing in the party.
>You introduce yourself to him as Anonymous, and he grumbles something to you, offering you a dented metal flask somewhat covered in grime from his hooves.
>You take the flask and sniff it, the vulgar smell of strong alcohol tingling your nostrils.
>Perfect.
>While you couldn’t understand anything of what he said, he seems pretty easygoing, speaking to a total stranger for nearly an hour.
>Stream upon stream of odd sounding grunts, grumbles and what you guess is hobo-speak comes from his mouth, and all you can do is smile and not.
>He seems entertained enough, and fuck it, it’s better than putting up with the bullshit inside.
>Soon, the moon starts to shine its pearlescent mug over the horizon.
>That means it’s your cue to vamoose and get your charge home.
>And maybe get paid in the process, if you were lucky.
>You step back into the ballroom, bidding the drunken janitor a good night.
>He probably thinks you’re a drunken hallucination anyway.
>The crowd seems to have died down a little bit, which is good for you.
>No doubt Rarity is somewhere still flirting with a rich stallion or three.
>A cursory look-see amongst the floor proves Rarity to be a more hidden agent than previously thought.
>You even manage to ask a few of the ponies still there if they’d seen a white mare with diamonds on her ass.
>And they all say neigh.
>Hm.
>Maybe she’s off in a bathroom getting laid or something ridiculous.
>Or passed out drunk.
>Shit you didn’t want to have to carry her home.
>You don’t know how she’d be when drunk, but if that means she’s more talkative and flirtier…things will get awkward fast.
>And if that is the case, the quicker you find her and get her home, the better.
>You check out the bathrooms first, just in case.
>You barge in on two stallions getting theirs in a stall and nearly trip over what you hope was just urine or water.
>You don’t dare go into the mare’s room, but knocking and yelling her name seems to do nothing.
>Shit, where the hell was she?
>You should have kept better track of her.
>A small amount of worry begins to creep into your brain.
>What if she was abducted or something?
>Maybe she went home with someone?
>No…she would have told you. She’s not so callous as to keep you waiting on her.
>Probably.
>…maybe she’s waiting on you outside.
>Yeah…let’s go outside.
>You stride to the exit, undoing your tie in a small state of nervousness.
>You didn’t know your way home, unfortunately, and fuck paying for a carriage.
>You didn’t make that much cash.
>Also on that note, fuck walking.
>Rarity had better be waiting for you.
>You step outside and take a quick glance around the front of the manor.
>Aside from the gaudy fountains, elaborate garden décor and the bumbling populace that are exiting the villa post-haste, there seems to be no sign of Rarity anywhere.
>Fucking great.
>You do, however, see one of the hosts from the party, dressed in a fancy tuxedo complete with a stereotypical cigarette mustache.
>Ponies can grow mustaches?
>Might as well give it a shot.
“Hey, Mr. Butler pony, quick question.”
>With a sneer in his every edifice, he turns his head to you.
>”Yes, monsieur? The manor will be closing down shortly.”
“Yeah, whatever. I’m looking for a white pony. Three blue diamonds on her ass. Answers to Rarity and says ‘darling’ a lot. She was in a really frilly dark pink dress and she’s got a long purple mane. And she’s an Element of Harmony.”
>You actually sound more panicked after saying all of these details, as if you were trying to describe her to the police.
>He holds a hoof to his chin for a moment, in thought.
>Oh jeez man hurry up and-
>”I do believe I saw her around the…-ahem-…side of the manor.” He says, his eyebrows lowering in disdain.
>”Though that was a while ago, sir, she may have moved on.”
>You breathe a heavy sigh and wave thanks to the butler, rushing off to the side of the manor in which he gestured.
>Oh god please be here.
>You didn’t want to end up as the guy who lost the Element of Generosity at a party.
>Turning the corner, you see…not a lot really.
>A little white gazebo, flanked by a few hedges is just about the only feature.
>…shit might as well investigate.
>Nothing to lose, right?
>You take a deep breath and walk toward the wooden structure, its opulence lost on your worried mind.
>As you make your way there, you catch a whiff of something on the wind.
>Lavender.
>And as you draw closer, with increased speed, you see the source.
>Inside the gazebo, splayed out on one of the little benches, is the Element of Generosity.
>Your heart skips a beat as you take in the image.
>Her magenta dress, adorned with pearls and ruffles that go on for ages is nearly torn to shreds, lying in a heap around her frame.
>From what you can make out, she seems to be covered in various nicks, bruises and scrapes. Her once pristine coat marred by what seems to be signs of a struggle.
>Worst still, you have a bad feeling this was more than just that.
>But you’re not about to checking up on her lady bits to find out.
“Help! Someone get a doctor! Please!” You shout, your voice pained and panicky finally for good reason.
>You were supposed to take care of her, so this shit wouldn’t happen!
>You rush to her side and check her pulse, or well, her neck area.
>You weren’t too sure on ponies.
>She’s…breathing. Thank fucking god.
>But it’s faint.
>She’s likely passed out from shock of…the event and a mixture of alcohol and exhaustion.
>Soon, the same butler pony arrives with a blue unicorn pony in a white doctor’s jacket in tow.
>After a cursory examination, he concludes that she is indeed alive, but definitely worse for wear.
>He tells the butler to grab a stretcher and prepare an emergency carriage for Ponyville General, the nearest hospital, while continuing his examination of Rarity.
>You stand awkwardly to the side, still blaming yourself internally.
“Let me come with you, Doc.”
>”I’m sorry, only family members are allowed to ride with the patient, sir.”
“Look, I’m her chaperone or whatever, just let me go with her. She’s an Element of Harmony. You can ask fucking Celestia.”
>”Sir, with the state she’s in, I doubt she’d want a brute like you at her-“
>“Please”, a voice whispers, barely audible over even the raucous dying lights of the party.
>You look down at the source of the voice: the mare on the stretcher.
>For reasons unknown, she’s trying to talk even despite the pain she’s obviously in.
>”Miss, don’t talk. Conserve your energy.”
>”Let him come.” She says with fresh tears rolling down her cheek.
>Woah, you’d never seen her cry before.
>Shit she probably was…nevermind that.
“Look, she says it’s okay. Come on Doc.”
>He looks to the mare one more time, then back to you.
>You can tell he doesn’t like you, but he agrees to let you aboard the carriage.
>Rarity stays silent the whole ride, the Doctor on one side, and you on the other.
>You put your hand on her hoof and squeezed lightly, to let her know you were there.
>She didn’t seem to mind, and you figured any amount of friendly comfort would help her out right now.
>To be honest, you were 100% in the dark about what to do in this situation.
>You were sure as hell not trained for this.
>How did a glee-filled nobleman’s ball turn into…whatever the fuck this is?

>The ride carries on in silence, the Doctor attempting to clean up the surface wounds and the scrapes all over Rarity, as well as removing the torn dress.
>You kept the scraps in a little bag, as you’re pretty sure Rarity would have saved them herself.
>Sure, she wasn’t the greatest of your friends, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to be an asshole.
>…you don’t know if she’s awake, but whatever.
“Hey, uh…Doc…was she…you know…”
>He looks up from his clipboard for a moment and gives you a steely glance.
>”Well, Mr…”
“Anonymous.”
>”Mr. Anonymous, I know not of what relation you are to this mare, so I don’t believe you should be involved in this. Suffice to say, she was assaulted and put through a traumatic situation.”
”Okay, yeah…uh…is she going to be okay?”
>You were really bad at this, but you hope he can at least see the genuine worry on your face.
>“She’ll be kept at the hospital overnight, but she’ll be free to go in the morning if she wishes.”
“I’m glad.”
>You take another glance at the still mare on the bed in front of you.
>She’s cut up and bruised, blemishing her white coat something awful.
>The doctor used his magic to clean the bluish blood from her coat
>Apparently pony blood matches their eye color, for whatever reason.
>And there’s still an oozing wound on her neck, which the doctor has had to replace the bandages with once already on the ride.
>Maybe the attacker somehow hit an artery or something.
>You weren’t too sure about pony anatomy.
>But if he says she’s okay, then you’ll have to go on that.

>You follow the doctor as he levitates the stretcher out of the carriage.
>The ride to the hospital didn’t take long, but the tension in the air was thick enough to be poured into a pan, cooled, and cut into bars of tension-caramel.
>Rarity hasn’t said a word since her asking for you to be at her side.
>You let the thought of ‘why’ go through your head for a little bit but don’t pay it a lot of attention.
>There’s more important matters to worry about at this point.
>The doctor asks you to stay in the waiting room while they set Rarity up with a room.
>Unfortunately, you’re all alone in the waiting room.
>Which give you ample time to think.
>Fuck.
>But this is a good as time as any.
>From what you gathered from the scene, someone seems to have beaten the silly out of her, for whatever reason.
>She was splayed out…so it’s likely she was… well…
>Raped.
>The thought kind of makes you feel uneasy.
>Partly because you feel at blame.
>You were supposed to be keeping an eye on her.
>But she would have been pissed if you tailed her the whole time, you know that.
>So… fuck did you fail or did she just mess up spectacularly?
>You guess you’ll get plenty of answers once she wakes up.
>You shift in your uncomfortable plastic seat.
>There’s some magazines to read, but they’re all in pony scribble.
>Of course they are.
>At least all of this has sobered you up a bit.
>…
>Fucking hell you hope she’s okay.

>After a time in the waiting room, bored out of your mind, you see a nurse approaching you, finally.
“Is she alright?”
>”Yes, she’s stable and moving, Mr. Anonymous. You can go see her now.” She says with a smile.
“Oh thank god.”
>You don’t pause to consider how she knows your name, but if she’s awake then likely Rarity mentioned it.
>You follow the little pink mare down the halls and to a little blue door.
>You swallow hard and step in.
>The doctor is standing over Rarity, who is sitting up in her bed.
“Hello darling. Thank you so much for taking care of me.” She says just as you enter, in her normal voice no less.
>You walk over to her, a bit shaky.
“Um…it wasn’t a problem Rarity. Are you alright?”
>She rubs her neck, where the bandage is.
>”Aside from a few scratches, I think I’ll survive.”
“Thank god…I was worried about you. I hadn’t seen you in a long time at the party.”
>”If I may, Mr. Anonymous, Rarity has decided to stay here overnight and will be released in the morning. Since she’s your…marefriend, I’ll let you stay and watch over her, if you’d wish.”
“Wait a second I’m not-“
>”That would be lovely, Doctor, thank you.”
>Rarity reaches out and grasps your hand, and you’re too bewildered to put up a fight.
“Rarity, what the hell.” You whisper, as the doctor gives you a strange eye.
>”Shh.” She responds, leaving you in a bit of a huff.
>”Very well. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call a nurse.”
>With that, he leaves, closing the door behind him.
>All the while, Rarity is laying in her bed, grinning.
“Seriously, Rarity? Marefriend?”
>”Oh come now, Anonymous, it’s a harmless fib.”
>You roll your eyes and grab a chair, scooting it closer to her bed.
>Just as comfortable as the ones in the lobby, ugh.
“Yeah, well…at any rate…how are you feeling or whatever.”
>She fluffs her mane with a free hoof, the purple mass obviously in disrepair.
>”I’ve had better days, Anonymous.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
>There’s an awkward silence as Rarity looks to the ground a bit, her demeanor looking a little more dour.
>You decide to break the ice about the niggling worry in the back of your brain.
“Uh… what happened? How did this all… I mean…”
>Her grip tightens slightly on your hand.
>”I’d rather not talk about it… please.”
“Oh… sorry I just want to help.”
>”…Just stay here with me for a little while, okay?” She says, still avoiding eye contact.
>You let go of her hand and rub her mane slightly.
”Sure thing, Rarity.”
>She shifts slightly, probably trying to find some modicum of comfort in the whole situation.
“Did you have fun, Anonymous? I mean aside from all… all this.”
>”I’ve had worse nights.” You say with a smirk.
>She returns it, with a small tittering giggle.
>You sit there in relative silence as Rarity attempts to relax in her bed.
>Outside the window the moon is high in the air, and you can tell that Rarity is definitely not operating at 100%.
>You go to close the curtains, so she might get some sleep.
>”Anon…let me watch the moon a while, please.” She utters softly, stopping you.
>You nod and sit on her bed, next to her.
>She shifts, scooting a little closer to you.
>”Really, I cannot thank you enough, Anonymous. Spike or any of the others would have flipped their lid if they’d seen me like that.”
>You nod in agreement, but then think a little on that.
“Wait, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried Rar I just-“
>”Darling, it’s fine. I just meant that you didn’t make a big deal about it. Twilight would have sent a letter to Celestia and issued a bounty for the head of whoever… um… did this to me.”
>She attempts a little laugh, but it falls short.
>You reach over and scratch her behind the ears as the two of you look to the moon in the sky, full and bright.
“You know, it’s about the only thing that reminds me of home nowadays. The moon, I mean. I used to look up at it on those cold lonely nights. Hell, I used to dream of other worlds out there. Worlds like yours, Rar.”
>”I can honestly say I never really paid much attention to it, Anonymous. I was never much of a night owl, what with me having to take care of Sweetie Belle and working my shop.”
“Yeah, I can respect that. I didn’t have that much responsibility back home. Guess I get a little philosophical when I’m alone.”
>”Perhaps.” She says, yawning heavily and stretching.
“Well, I oughta let you get to sleep or whatever, Rarity. I can pick you up in the morning if-“
>”Nonsense, Anon. You’re staying with me here.”
“…um… what?”
>She tugs at your suit slightly, a glimmering loneliness in the depth of her eyes now shining through the moonlight.
>”Please?”
>You breathe a heavy sigh, but not one of annoyance.
>You didn’t have anything to do anyway, and shit…she probably needs you. Somebody.
“Okay, fine… I’ll go ask the nurse if they can fetch an extra blanket or something.” You utter, rising to your feet and going to the door.
>”Um… wait.” She calls to you as you reach the door.
>You turn, a bit confused.
>”Don’t go… please.” She says, a faint desperation in her once-confident demeanor.
>You release the handle on the door and walk over to her.
>”Well, alright I guess I’ll just use my suit as a blanket or something…you want me to tuck you in?”
>She giggles, her real voice true and echoing through the room.
>”But of course, Anonymous. A true gentlecolt would take care of his mare, wouldn’t he?”
>You roll your eyes and grab the blankets, letting her climb under them and tucking them slightly under her frame.
>You were sure to be gentle about it, not to hurt her bruised frame, and she seemed to appreciate it.
>Taking your suit off, you sit down on the little chair and attempt to be comfortable.
>It does not work.
>Soon, amongst the quiet of the hospital, all you can hear is a little wind from outside, and Rarity’s breathing.
>She was quick to fall asleep, it seems.
>Maybe it’d be okay if you  left?
>No, you couldn’t be so heartless.
>But there’s no damn way you’re getting any sleep in a tiny pony chair.
>You shift around a bit, and end up leaning on her bed for a little while.
>It was better than nothing, but…still not comfortable
>Fuck it, whatever.
>You slump against the bed, nearly laying your entire torso on it.
>”You know, Anonymous, I’m only a small pony.”
>You jostle yourself alert and hop off of her bed as her voice wakes you from your near trance.
“Oh hey I wasn’t stealing your bed or anything I thought you were asleep.” You stammer, rubbing your head nervously.
>With a little effort you see Rarity crawl out of the sheets and move to the foot of the bed.
>She looks at you plainly, as if expecting something out of you.
“Uh?”
>”Get in the bed, Anon.”
“Rarity, you need your rest, you need the bed. Don’t be silly.”
>”I’m not going to get out of the bed, Anonymous, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable as well. It’s the least I can do for you saving me.”
>She wants to sleep with you?
>That’s… odd.
>Especially since she was just raped and whatever.
“Are you feeling well? Why would you want me to be near you if you were just…well…”
>”I will not repeat myself, Anonymous. Get in the bed or I will have to use my magic to drag you into it, and I don’t think either of us want me using my magic and making myself MORE tired.”
>You rub your eyes in frustration, and succumb to her idea.
>Fine, you’ll sleep in the little pony bed with the white mare of dressmaking.
>It’s not like this day could get any weirder.
>You take off your heavy boots and socks, exposing your tired feet to cold hospital air.
>Feels good, man.
>You climb into the bed, happy that it’s of sturdy construction.
>”Shirt off, Anonymous.” Rarity says from the foot of the bed as you get yourself situated.
“Okay, I really don’t see why me undressing is unnecessary.”
>”Because if I’m going to be laying on you, I don’t really appreciate buttons jabbing into me.”
>Wait she’s going to be laying on you?
>But a glance at the size of the bed pretty much confirms sleeping arrangements.
>Oh man this night is going to get awkward quick.
>You remove the white shirt and discard it on the chair, your body heat attacked by the cold air.
>You stretch out your legs to the end of the bed, around Rarity, and you dangle a good foot off of the bed.
>But the bed itself is actually like a fucking cloud, somehow.
>The hospital beds back home were lucky if they weren’t made from cardboard and newspaper clippings.
>”Well? Hurry and get under the blanket, Anon. Surely you’re cold.”
“And you’re not?” You say as you slide your legs under the blankets.
>”I’ve a coat of hair, Anonymous. You don’t.”
>Shit she’s right.
>You pull the covers up to your chest and relax into the pillow.
>You can feel your heartbeat quicken a bit, likely out of awkward nervousness.
>This whole night has been nothing but strange.
>Rarity rises slightly and walks between your legs towards you.
>”Anon, if you don’t mind lifting me a little, I’d hate to walk all over you.”
“Are you sure?” You joke, trying to make the situation a little less odd.
>”I’ll have to take you up on that offer, later.” She says with a wink.
>You smile and reach out to her, grabbing her behind her forelegs and pulling her toward you.
>She’s not very heavy, truth be told. Maybe she really was made out of marshmallow.
>Resting her on your chest, you pull the blanket over half of her as she fidgets.
>The weight on your chest isn’t so bad, it reminds you of when your dog would sleep on you back on Earth.
>In fact, Rarity is sort of curled into a familiar dog-shaped sleeping position.
>Her blue eyes are only a foot or so from you, with her purple mane and tail maintained carefully around her, as to not tickle you probably.
>How thoughtful.
>If only you could ignore your heart’s steady beat.
>”Comfortable, Anon?”
“Y-yeah, I guess.”
>”Good. Now try to get some sleep.”
>You swallow hard and close your eyes, hoping the added weight and warmth would help you slumber.
>You lie there a while, arms at your side like a soldier, and a little lost at what to do.
>You assume Rarity has no issue with it; there’s no strange pitter patter in her heart.
>Actually, she’s kinda cold.
>Which is odd.
>You throw an arm around her and embrace her slightly.
>Looking down at her, you can see a faint smile.
>Actually, you know what?
>Tonight is going to be a good night.

”Stay away, you ruffian!”
>You shine your horn and attempt to blast the figure away with your magic.
>But your horn doesn’t work.
>Why doesn’t your horn work?
>The black figure creeps toward you, its crimson eyes blaringly bright in the darkness.
>”I’m warning you…I’m an Element of Harmony! Don’t touch me!”
>It answers with a raspy cackle.
>You cringe and move as far back as you can, but run into a wall.
>The figure is approaching you still and it has you cornered.
>”You’re mine now.”
>You blink awake with a jolt.
>It was a nightmare, it seems.
>Wasn’t Luna supposed to be safeguarding you from those?
>Ah well, if it was just a dream, then you’ll be fine.
>Nothing to worry about.
>You are Rarity, Element of Generosity and general all around fashionista.
>You sit on Anon, his chest heaving making you rise and fall gently.
>It’s actually a little soothing.
>The only sound in the room is a gentle wind and Anon’s subtle breathing.
>And…wait there’s another sound.
>It’s right next to you.
>Anon is asleep in front of you, his mouth open slightly.
>Okay there’s his breathing.
>You set your head back down and…there’s the sound.
>It’s coming from Anon.
>…it’s his heart.
>Why is his heart beating so loud?
>Is there something wrong with him?
>He’s asleep, maybe it’s a nightmare.
>You still don’t know what that smell is either.
>Does Luna safeguard his nightmares too?
>That is a valid question, you think.
>Maybe if you woke him up he wouldn’t be so loud.
>And why can’t you sleep.
>Your mind feels like it’s racing a mile a minute all of the sudden.
>You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
>Perhaps you’ll go get some water.
>You shine your horn faintly, making yourself a little lighter so you can get off of Anon without waking him.
>The hand that was on you slumps to the side as you step off of the bed.
>You didn’t wake him, thankfully.
>But the feeling of him holding you close to him was pretty nice.
>Especially since you were…treated so roughly earlier.
>You shake your head clear of the thought.
>You needn’t dwell on such things.
>And damn if that smell is only getting stronger.
>You can’t at all place what it is but its…very alluring.
>Maybe it’s someone’s perfume and they just walked by.
>Yes, that’s likely it.
>You trot to the door and wonder if they’ll have some bottled water somewhere.
>You were only going to be gone for a little while.

>Something jostles you awake.
>You don’t know what it was.
>There’s a chill on your chest.
>Oh no…
>You blink your eyes open.
>Rarity is missing.
>WHY IS RARITY MISSING
>FUCK
>You throw the blanket off.
“Rarity?” You call to the room.
>Maybe she went to the bathroom.
>You jump out of bed, your joints sleepy but your heart and mind racing.
>Walking over to the bathroom door, you knock rather briskly.
“Rarity, are you in there?”
>There’s no light on, and she’s likely not the kind of sleep on the toilet.
>Not to throw the chance away, you grab the knob and open it slowly.
>Nothing but darkness.
>FUCK x2 COMBO
>Okay.
>Keep it together Anon.
>The injured rape victim is wandering around a hospital in the dead of night, all alone.
>What’s the worst that-
>FUCK NO YOU’RE NOT FINISHING THAT
>YOU ARE GOING TO FIND THAT PONY AND SHE WILL BE OKAY.
>…
>God you hope she’s okay.
>You throw open the door, the dim emergency lights the sole form of visibility in the dark hospital.
>With a wary step, you walk down the hall, any warmth that you once had now swiftly lost due to lack of shirt and lack of shoes.
>You’re pretty sure that’s unsanitary in some form.
>Fuck sanitation, you’ve got responsibilities.
>You look up and down the halls, but to no avail, the lights only barely illuminating anyway.
>No sign of her.
>Come to think of it, you actually don’t know where to look.
>Why the hell did she run off anyway?
>You walk down the hall towards the lobby.
>Then you step in something wet.
>Gross.
>You look down and are a bit perplexed at what’s there.
>Even in the low light, you can see that it’s dark, and it’s a bit viscous.
>And warm.
>Blood.
>The light just barely shines enough to make out it’s shade as well.
>Blue blood.
>Just like Rarity’s.
>You feel your body shake in a wave of fear.
>Her wound was still bleeding last you saw…
>Further down a passage you see the dark droplets go to the stairwell entrance.
>She left you a trail.
>A kind of scary trail, that you’re sure does not spell anything good.
>You hope to god she isn’t going to pass out of blood loss.
>The doctors here seem to care about as much as the ones back home.
>Huge bleeding wound that doesn’t seem to heal?
>She’s fine, let her sleep it off.
>Fuck’s sake.
>You continue to follow the trail, leading upwards to the second floor of the hospital.
>In the stairwell, there’s no light, so you grab the guardrail to help yourself up.
>Your tired bones pop and creak in the silence, echoing through the hall.
>…She’s okay Anon.
>Deep breaths.
>You reach the top of the steps and continue following the blood, the lights up here just as low as downstairs.
>As if the situation itself wasn’t enough, the chill and quiet of the hospital itself is enough to make your nerves stand on end.
“Rarity…?” You whisper to nobody in particular.
>She’s okay.
>Turning the corner… you see a door wedged open, a ray of moonlight shining through the gap.
>And the droplets follow into the room.
>Oh thank god, she’s in there.
>And alive.
>And okay.
>You walk to the door, your hand trembling.
>Pushing it open…  she’s there.
>On the floor is Rarity, illuminated by the shine of the full moon in the window.
>For a moment, you recognize her radiant white coat and glimmering purple mane as if they were works of art, the moonlight casting glamour over her small body.
>And on the bed there is another Pony, seemingly worse for wear.
>It’s covered in bandages of its own, its own blood seeping through the gauze.
>It seems to be a blue blooded pony as well, from the looks of it.
>Though, the other pony is not of your concern right now.
>Rarity is.
>She looks unconscious on the floor, and around her is a small pool of blue fluid.
>Oh jesus Christ.
>You rush to her side, scooping her in your arms.
>The areas around her mouth and chin are stained blue as well.
>…Was she vomiting her blood?
>That is not okay.
>You’re not having this.
>Your heart and mind race with questions and concerns.
>Your mind stuffs them into a filing cabinet for later.
>You walk your happy trail of Rari-blood back to the room.
>She’s gonna be okay.
>Taking a napkin from the bathroom and a bit of water, you wipe the blue stuff from Rarity’s mouth and chin.
>She’s definitely okay.
>You put her on the bed and throw the blanket over her.
>She has to be okay.
>You stand over the white unicorn, the form rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
>Something in your brain clicks.
>Stepping to her side, you pull aside her squiggly mane delicately, as to not wake her.
>Sure as sure, her wound is still there.
>It isn’t seeping blood any more, and seems to have scarred over.
>That’s kinda weird but okay.
>Pony anatomy is weird, or maybe magic.
>One of those, probably.
>What’s next… you should probably clean up that blood trail.
>She was your charge, and you don’t want to give the crotchety janitor pony any more work to bitch about.
>Plus, how in the world are you going to explain a trail of blood?
>Grabbing a roll of paper towels, you go to follow the trail back up to the other room.
>You make sure to shut the door behind you.
>Too bad you didn’t have a key or something to keep her in there.
>You know, just in case.
>When you get to the room, you notice that the pony’s wounds look pretty bad… maybe they’ve even gotten worse.
>You push the little button on the side of the wall to call the nurse.
>You’re no doctor, but maybe they’ll help it out.
>You start with the big pools of cerulean next to the bed, where Rarity was, hoping that none got on her mane.
>You should probably wear gloves for this, but you don’t have time for that.
>Every second you’re away from her puts her in danger, seemingly.
>Adding to that, there was no explanation that the doctor’s would believe if someone else’s blood got on her in her sleep.
>Especially if you were there.
>You hurry up the cleaning process, not wanting to leave Rarity alone again.
>She’s likely to go sleep walking again damnit.
>You reach the room, and toss the bloodied napkins in the trash.
>Tucking Rarity in with the blanket, you take the seat next to her.
>Once again, you find yourself sort of admiring her peaceful sleep.
>There’s almost a smile on her face.
>Must be nice.
>You throw on your suit jacket for warmth, and relax into your chair, making sure that Rarity is in your sights.
>No sleep tonight Anonymous.
>She WILL be okay.
>And you’ll be damned if you let her out of your sight again.