AnonXRedheart

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>"I know."
>What?
>She reaches out a quivering hoof towards your shoulder
>And then collapses on the ground with a thud
>What the fuck?
"Redheart?"
>You get down on a knee, heart racing
"Love?"
>She looks like she's still breathing
>Or maybe it's the trick of the light
>The lights are brighter than you remember
"H-hey, what's going on?"
>Something feels really wrong
>Your heart's in knots
>You reach a hand out
>Slowly
>Placing it on her cheek
>It's cold
>Frigid
>You jerk back
>Yell out
"HELP!"
>You look around at the doctors
>The nurses, the patients
>No one's paying you any attention
>You lean down
>Take her cold body in your hands
"I NEED A DOCTOR!"
>You're screaming at the top of your lungs
>You're crying out
>She's cold
>So cold
>Your legs are taking you forwards
>She's heavy at first
>But
>It feels like she's getting lighter
>The nurses, the doctors, they step out of your way
>None of them pay you any attention
>Why isn't anyone helping you?
>She was their best
>She was your best
>She was everything
>You run to the nearest room
>Somehow you gain speed
>Like her body was fading away
>You keep shaking her
>Gently
>Whispering
"Pleasepleaseplease wake up"
>Not a murmur, not a movement
>Your shoulder rams against the door
>It wasn't even that hard
>The door swings wide open
>Groans
>And looks like it's almost falling off the hinges
"I NEED A DOCTOR! PLEASE!"
>Your cries are on deaf ears
>There's an empty bed
>An indentation on it
>Whoever was there didn't need it anymore
>You rush towards it
>Her body rattles as you run
>So you think
>Did it?
>That doesn't sound right
>You look down at her
>The same gentle sleeping form she always was
>By your side, in your bed at night
>But it's off somehow
>Something wasn't right
>Her hat
>Maybe her mane was done different
>You rest her on the bed
>She somehow fits into the hole perfectly
"R-red, please wake up."
>You have no idea how any of the machines work
>Their lights aren't even on

>You look around
>Any pony that could help
>No doctors
>No nurses
>Where'd they all go?
>Why is this room empty?
>But there's no time
>You start to head out to look for more help
>But there's a feeling
>A sense of wrongness at leaving
>You can't leave her behind
>You don't want to leave your love behind
>The doctors will come
>You just need to hang on
>They're always around
>They heard you shouting
>Who wouldn't have?
>You rush back to the bedside
>Her body looks so thin
>She had been losing weight
>Purposefully
>She was never sick
>Trotting, working out, watching her diet
>But
>Just now
>It looks so much more thin than before
>You bring a hand down by her neck
>No pulse
>Gone
>Cold
>You're frozen
>What the fuck is wrong?
>Where's the doctors?
>You shake her
>Gently
>The bed squeaks
>Creaks, more like it
>Were hospital beds supposed to do that?
"Wakeupwakeupwakeup."
>What the hell do you do?
>They have to be here
>You have to stay for her
>You lean down
>Trying to pry her mouth open
>Maybe she needs air
>Maybe that's all she needs
>And maybe some warmth
>You can give her warmth
>You're warm
>You open her mouth
>Bringing a finger in front of her
>Her lips are dry
>Not like you remember
>Hard, too
>There's no breeze, no breath on your fingers
>You lick it, just in case
>And hold it back in front of her mouth
>She's not beating, she's not breathing
>She's still cold
>You just need to warm her up
>Maybe that'll help her
>The doctors will be here soon
>Her penultimate words echo in your head
>"We couldn't save your wife..."
>Why would she be saying something like that?
>Why wouldn't she be able to do anything?
>She knows so much
>She's such a good nurse
>But
>Even still, /you/ can do something
>You can warm her up
>And that's what you're going to do
>At least, until the doctors get by

>You get on the bed with her
>Wrapping your hands around her
>Laying down in front of her
>Cradling her, almost, in your arms
>Like you've done so many times before
>Just the two of you, laying there
>Eyes looking into each other
>She smells different this time
>Not the sweet flowery scent she's normally using
>Something different
>It's not bad, just familiar, but you can't tell
>Maybe she's switched up
>You hold her body tightly against you
>You need to warm her up
>You're helping her
>The doctors can fix her
>It has to be hard to do a self diagnosis, right?
>She couldn't have been right
>She must've been wrong
>You smile at her
>How that would be nice
>To tell her she's wrong
>Tell her that everything's going to be okay
>What a silly pony she was
>Thinking there was nothing to be done
>You boop her cold nose
>It's hard to the touch
>So you lean in for a kiss
>Just to warm her up a little bit
>Your hands are tight around her
>Holding her form into yours
>She's not warming up much
>That doesn't make sense
>Why wouldn't she be warming up?
>You lean in, this time pressing your lips against hers
>It's like pressing against a dry wall
>She's not reacting
>Of course
>She's asleep, right?
>Just cold
>She needs her rest
>That's why she's here in the hospital
>That's why the doctors are coming to fix her
>You just need to keep her warm
>You snuggle in against her
>Moving your head back
>Licking your lips
>It's a familiar taste
>Something like her smell
>But you still can't place a finger on it
"Redheart?"
>You move your head against the side of hers
>Your warm cheeks pressing against her stone cold fur
"Please get better..."
>Your hands run down the back of her body
>Across her spine
>You can feel almost every part of it
>She must be getting really thin
"I've got a surprise after this for you."
>You don't
>But she's always liked surprises
>Come to think of it
>Maybe you can surprise her now
>That'll wake her up, right?

>You lean your head up
>Straining your neck a bit
>There's not a single patient in the room
>Or any nurses or doctors
>They sure are taking their sweet time
>The normal ruckus and drone of voices and steps isn't there
>It feels eerily silent
>Except for the creaking of the mattress underneath as you adjust your position
>They must use really old mattresses
>It feels so hard
>Digging at your bones, almsot
>But the coast is clear
>That's all you care about
>And you lean back down
>Forehead against hers
>Hands lightly dancing across her back
"Do you remember that night during the Summer Sun Celebration?"
>She's still cold, so cold
>But you've got a few tricks up your sleeve yet
>You'll warm her up in no time
>The doctors will be here
>They'll fix her right up
>You just have to keep going
"We were on the grassy hill, and there were a few other ponies..."
>You can't help but smile at her
>At the memory
>At the warmth you two shared
>One of your hands move down to her side
>Rubbing against her ribs, seemingly
>Has she really gotten that thin?
"You were giggling and I kept shushing you."
>You give her unmoving lips another quick peck
>Hoping for any sign of life
>But nothing
"Sometimes they looked over..."
>Your hand moves down to her flank, rubbing circles around it
>It's not as warm or as soft as you remember
>Being sick has taken a toll
>But still you try
>You might be the only person to help her
"But we kept it quiet."
>Your hand moves to her tail dock
>Cold, hard to the touch
>Your fingers gently stroke it as you nuzzle against her
"Remember what we did?"
>You can almost imagine her blushing
>Coming back to life
>Just springing up and saying "Yes! I do!"
>And feeling her hooves just wrap around you once more
>You don't remember the last time that's happened
>Why can't you?
>She was just there a few moments ago
>Wasn't that celebration just a few months back?
>Or was it years?

"I remember what we did."
>Both your hands now move back around her flanks
>Giving them a squeeze
>There's no give
>But you think nothing of it
>One hand is free to the air
>The other under her weight, on the mattress
>She's still so, so cold
>With a grunt
>Gritting your teeth
>You turn slightly to lay on your back
>And bring her on top of you
>She almost seems like she's falling apart
>But she holds together well enough
>And now her resting form is on your chest
>Eyes closed peacefully, mane falling to the side
"You really need to wash your mane more often."
>You bring a hand up on top of her head
>Running a hand through her mane
>It's dry, brittle
>She is a nurse, she does have more important things to worry about
>It's not like you mind that much
"We were like this. And they all talked to each other or watched the sun."
>Your hand on her flank rubs her in circles
>Before gripping her and pulling her leg just a little bit away
>Her cold, hard body presses against you
>Against your chest
>Against your stomach
>And against your groin
"They didn't suspect a thing, did they?"
>Maybe they did
>It's not like any ponies came up to you afterwards
>You wouldn't have really known
>Your hand moves underneath her stomach
>She must be starving too, her ribs portude a little bit
>It's easy to move your hand underneath her
>And towards the hem of your pants
>You lean forwards to give her another kiss
>Looking around
>Coast still clear
>Maybe you were just lucky
>Your hand pulls slightly on your pants
>You must've been grinding her against yourself unconsciously
>Or maybe it was the memory
>Of what happened during that celebration
>How happy you both were, how warm under the sun
>But you're hard underneath
>And as you pull down enough, your length springs out underneath to press against her cold body
>If this won't warm her up, you don't know what will

>Her body is hard to the touch, pressing strongly against your erection underneath
>She'd be grinding by now
>Hooves on your shoulders
>Giving a squeak as she realizes she's too high
>And leaning down to give you a hug
>Her tail quickly covering you both in that gentle, soft fur
>But she's not
>She's cold
>She needs your help this time
>And you're going to help her
>You're the only one who can do anything around here
>It's been how long and the doctors aren't even here
>You bring both of your hands on her flanks once more
>Moving her hips around a bit
>Grinding her against you
>It's like you're rubbing yourself against a stone wall for some reason
>But knowing that it's her
>Knowing that it's the mare you love so much above you
>That's all that you really need to feel yourself hardening further
>Your hips are lightly thrusting as you move her around
>It's a little strange, navigating
>You have some trouble finding her hole
>You suppose it's a lot harder when your wife isn't helping
>You soon find a place
>It feels different
>A little too high
>But maybe that's just some weird positioning
>You slide upwards, into her
>Easily
>Could it be?
>You barely meet any resistance going into her
>You can never recall going in this easily
>Your length feels cold, chilled
>But
>Maybe she's wet
>Maybe you're sliding so easily because she's awake
>Alive
>Wet
>Wanting you
>You thrust upwards into her, hitting a hard limit almost immediately
>And realize you've been holding your breath
>You let it out, your breath visible in the air for some reason
>The sun is setting
>And you can't help but smile at how close this was to your memory

>You slide up and down
>There's almost no resistance
>Except at the end, where your shaft meets her deepest parts
>It's a hard limit you can't go past
>But you continue to thrust
>And thrust
>And thrust
>Hoping you can give your warmth to her
>Hoping she'll spring alive and pin you down
>With hoof and rear
>And keep on going
>You miss her smile
>You miss her voice
>Her eyes staring into yours
>Her warm fur pressing on your chest
>You miss her so much
>You just want her back
>Your cock throbs as you continue to thrust
>Feeling the air whistle past your length
>Feeling her hard insides push back at you
>Her body is bouncing
>Arms waving around you
>Head bobbing
>Almost like she's dancing
>You hug tightly into her
>So tight
>Just to keep the warmth
>And you continue
>Closing your eyes
>Remembering her as she was
>So vibrant
>So full of life
>Imagining her warm folds still squeezing tightly around you
>Her tail batting playfully at your sack
>Brushing soft fur slowly over you
>You can see her
>Silhouette against the sun
>Bouncing up and down
>Warm
>Alive
>You can't take it anymore
>The feeling of her cold insides
>The memories of her warmth
>They bring you past the point of no return
>And you groan out as you cum into your beloved
>You must've slipped out at some point, because you feel warm fluids on her front, pressing down on you
>You smile at her
>Holding her down on top of you
>Nuzzling into her again
>She feels just a little bit warmer
>Maybe it'll all work out
"Just like old times."
>Your hand strokes her dried mane
>Your head is filled with happy, warm thoughts
>You close your eyes, basking in the afterglow
>Her form nuzzled against you gets you comfortable
>And you nod off as you wait for the doctor

>You wake up the next morning
>The morning sun filters through the windows and the cracks in the walls
>The room is dusty
>Stained
>The mattresses are missing from the beds
>The patients are missing
>Your back hurts
>The mattress underneath creaks
>Something pokes at you
>You turn to your side, finding what it is
>Cold
>Hard
>Bone
>But you can do something, right?