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- >It didn't take long after you both got back to have everything set up in her new room.
- >The delivery guys had everything hauled in and set up quite quickly.
- >And much to the orange-little’s complaining she helped get everything else done like the cleaning.
- >Which brought us to this moment.
- >You and the little devil were having another argument.
- >Right there in front of your house.
- >”I want to learn to fly.”
- “Scootaloo, I don’t think that a good idea.”
- >”Come on, I’m sure Flutteshy can teach me if we ask her.”
- “Fluttershy is at work, besides don’t you think it’s a little rude to just bother her like that.”
- >”Fine, then just let me practice here.”
- “Yeah, not happening, you almost broke your neck in the living room earlier.”
- “What makes you think that I would let you do that out here?”
- >”Stop telling me I can’t, I know I can fly if try harder.”
- “Scoots, please stop. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing like this.”
- >The pony stared at you defiantly.
- >Deep down you just didn’t want to say it.
- >Her wings were useless.
- >They bound them long ago and impeded their growth.
- >She was never going to fly.
- >But as much as you knew the truth you weren’t ever going to say it directly.
- >Not even you were that much of an asshole.
- >Well you might be to others, but not her.
- “Please, let’s go back inside. We can talk this over there.”
- >You motioned back towards your abode.
- >”No! I can fly and I’m going to prove it to you, just you watch!”
- >With that outburst, Scootaloo took off towards the street.
- >Without even thinking you gave chase.
- “Scoots, come back you’re going to hurt yourself!”
- >You yelled.
- >But she only ignored you.
- >And ran straight into the middle of the street.
- >An instant was all it took.
- >A car’s horn.
- >The squealing of tires as the cars brakes were slammed down.
- >And the sickening sound of a living being hit by a moving car.
- >God no, please no.
- >Don’t let it be what you think it is.
- >Without any concern for yourself you leapt into the street.
- >She’s okay, maybe it’s not as bad as you’re thinking Anon.
- >She just got a little bump and she’s fine.
- >There laying in the middle of the road was Scootaloo.
- >Rushing over you looked her over.
- >Please be okay.
- >You were almost about to move her when common sense kicked in.
- >If she had internal damage moving someone could do more harm than good.
- >”I’m sorry she just came out of nowhere.”
- >The voice behind you belonged to the driver.
- >But he didn’t matter, nothing else at the moment mattered except her.
- >I have to get her to some sort of help.
- >Fucking act Anon.
- “Just get me a ride to an veternaniray clinic.”
- >As gingerly as you possibly could you picked up Scootaloo.
- >It was a calculated risk, either get her to some help or wait here.
- >You sure as hell weren’t going to wait around.
- >Walking over to the car you got in passenger side as the guy closed the door and got behind the wheel.
- >”Man, I’m sorry. But it was an accident.”
- “I’m not mad bud, just get me to an vet now.”
- >With that you were off.
- >Scootaloo was breathing, but it was strained.
- >Just hang in there.
- >You knew that the closest clinic was only a few minutes away, but the drive itself felt like it took hours.
- >The guy sped up to the front and onto the curb right in front of the door.
- >At least he was trying to help.
- >Moments later you were inside and yelling.
- “I need some help, she got hit by a car.”
- >Like a swarm several people in scrubs rushed and began the organized chaos that is emergency room procedures.
- >A small gurney was brought out for you to lay her down on.
- >As she was wheeled off you couldn’t help but feel despair.
- >But she was going to be fine.
- >She was here, these people were going to help her and tomorrow you’d both be laughing about it while eating some ice cream.
- >Just calm down, having a panic attack isn’t going to make this situation any better.
- >Sitting down in one of the chairs in the waiting room you let the chain of events roll through your head.
- >Why didn’t you stop her?
- >Maybe if you yelled at her to stop sooner.
- >Maybe if you just plain told her she wasn’t going to fly.
- >All these maybes.
- >Some responsible adult you were.
- >The scene from earlier just kept replaying in your head.
- >How long were you sitting there re-living the events of what just happened.
- >Cause it felt like a fucking eternity.
- >”Mr. Mouse?”
- “Yes that’s me. How is she?”
- >Jumping up you rushed to the older gentleman who called your name.
- >”Please follow me.”
- >With that you followed, through a hallway past some empty examination rooms.
- >Until you went inside an office.
- >The doctor, you assumed he was a doctor anyway closed the door and took his seat across from you.
- >”Mr. Mouse, the young filly you brought in.”
- “Her name is Scootaloo.”
- >”Yes, Scootaloo. She suffered blunt vehicular trauma, and it was quite severe.”
- >You watched as he looked over the clipboard on his desk.
- >”Massive internal bleeding and several broken bones.”
- “But she’ll be fine right?”
- >”Mr. Mouse, I’m sorry.”
- >”Even with everything we’ve done her heart and lungs suffered extreme damage.”
- >”Damage which we can’t fix.”
- >You felt sick to your stomach.
- >Like you were about to throw up or pass out.
- >Both would be a welcome option at this point.
- >And from the looks of it the guy saw that, since he handed you the bin from underneath his desk.
- >”We have her sedated and on pain killers, but she won’t last much longer.”
- “Please is there anything? I’ll get the money, whatever it takes just please!”
- >The doctor just looked at you with an apologetic face.
- >”Mr. Mouse it’s not a matter of money. It’s impossible, all we can do is make her comfortable now.”
- >With that he stood up and slowly led you to another room.
- >And there laying on a bed with several hoses attached to her was the little filly that meant more to you than anything ever before in your life.
- >You were numb as you approached her bedside.
- >Slowly you raised your hand and gently brushed her mane from her face.
- >This wasn’t fair.
- >God dammit this wasn’t fair.
- >You two barely got to know each other.
- >She had her whole life ahead of her.
- >This wasn’t right.
- >How long did you stand there?
- >Did it matter?
- >What the fuck did anything matter anymore.
- >But the dreaded moment came regardless.
- >The heart monitor gave that monotone noise.
- >She was gone.
- >And the only thing left for you to do was cry.
- >Walking into your backyard you made your way to the tombstone settled underneath the tree.
- “Hey Scoots, you won’t believe what happened at work today.”
- >And there in the last few hours of light you spent the rest of the day recounting everything that happened.
- >After Scootaloo passed a lot happened, and not just to you.
- >Another portal opened, much like the one that brought the ponies to this world.
- >The rulers that came were less than pleased when they learned what became of their subjects.
- >And basically gave an ultimatum about freeing their subjects.
- >The president nearly shit his pants on live television when a horse told him to let her people go or she’d supernova the place to hell.
- >Some went back to their world.
- >Some chose to stay, looked like you weren’t the only asshole that was kind to ponies.
- >You however were a wreck for a long time.
- >The weight of the fight you had with Scootaloo being the last time you ever spoke broke your heart.
- >But your friends helped.
- >Hell even Jerry came back and managed to be a bro about everything.
- >Fluttershy chose to stay, without her help you’d probably wouldn’t have recovered as fast.
- >You were better now.
- >It still hurt that you wouldn’t see her happy smile, but you were better.
- >And you were never going to forget that little pony.
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