Breakfast - Burning cold

>You... are Shimmer Light...
>You can't... move.
>Were you unconscious?
>Something is very different from before.
>Your temperature. You aren't nearly as cold as you were before.
>... Though, you're still too cold for your liking.
>You slowly open your eyes.
>The ceiling is white.
>That solved nothing, it's time to actually get up.
>You move your forelegs in front of you.
>On their way, they move a white blanket.
>Okay, you're in a room with a white ceiling, you're most likely on a bed and you have a blanket on you. Someone has been taking care of you ever since you lost consciousness.
>That, by itself, is a bad sign.
>... The only moth around you was Hex-
>"You're awake!"
>You wince at the ear-splitting squeak.
>That was definitely Hexferry.
>Great.
>Your forelegs rest against your chest as Hexferry comes into view.
>You do your best not to look directly at her or acknowledge her existence.
>... Unfortunately, you can feel your head turning to fully face her.
>Stupid weariness ruining your perfect way of life.
>Hexferry appears to be... a mess, as always.
>Her mane is unkempt, her eyes have bags under them and she just looks very tired.
>... Though, she still looks happy.
>How can anyone be happy while looking so hideous?
>"I was so scared; they said you could've gone into a coma!"
>You have many things you wish to critique her for, but you decide to let them pass for now.
>She cares about you. You don't know why but she does.
>Fantastic.
>... Wait, a coma?
>It's time to get up.
>... Who is "they"?
>You press your forelegs against the bed and slowly hoist yourself into a sitting position, despite Hexferry telling you to stop.
>At this angle, you now have a better view of the room.
>... You're in a hospital.
>All of the medical equipment, the hygienic atmosphere, the layout of the room...
>You are definitely in a hospital.
>Medical bills are expensive.
>You're done here.


>You jump off the bed with ease, floating down with grace.
>You need to leave here as soon as possible.
>That moment is now.
>You turn to the door and-
>Hexferry blocks your path.
>You're really getting sick of her existence.
>Her expression is one of worry.
>... It reminds you of the look she has after you fell.
>"What are you doing?! You just woke up!"
>Obviously.
>"You're in no shape to just walk out of here!"
>Oh, now that is the biggest assumption you've heard all day.
>... Is it the same day?
>That doesn't matter right now.
>There is an obstacle in your way.
>You stare directly into her eyes.
>... She doesn't yield.
>...
"Move."
>...
>She doesn't even flinch.
>Your anger is back, that's good to know.
>You step toward her.
>Her breathing is audible.
>Another step.
>She's lightly shaking.
>There is almost no distance from your face to hers.
>Certainly, she doesn't believe she can oppose you and win.
>Why does she not concede?
>Fool.
>The door opens, startling Hexferry.
>A moth you assume is a doctor walks in.
>"Ah, you're awake. You came back much sooner than we expected."
>Of course, not even the cold can defeat you.
>You slip past Hexferry while she's still recovering.
>Not even the doctor is in your way. You easily exit the room.
>Ah, this hallway.
>You've been to this hospital for mandatory checkups.
>The exit is down the hall to your left.
>"Are you just going to stand there and let her leave?"
>Hexferry still has problems with this.
>"... Yeah. She's obviously well enough to walk around. She was only unconscious due to shock, she doesn't have anything actually wrong with her."
>Of course you don't.
>You're perfect.
>You turn to your left and continue on your path.
>"Wait, Shimmer!"
>... Your eyes go wide.
>She just said your name.
>The only commoners who know your name are those who have to know your name, like doctors and dentists.
>No one outside of need is allowed to know your name.
>Your blood burns like fire.

>She stumbles to your side.
>Her body is more fatigued than yours, and you just woke up one minute ago.
>You have to restrain yourself from punching her in the face.
>That... was one of the most outwardly violent thoughts you've ever had.
>How crude... but effective.
>"At least let me come with you, just in case something happens again."
>You're in no mood to deal with her. Being near her when she isn't being a direct annoyance to you is bad enough, but this...
>This is going to be horrid... unless you do something about it.
>Your mind is racing.
>She probably thinks the two of you are "close" or some stupid, asinine filth.
>You need to get rid of her.
>... You turn to stare at her.
>Eyes to eyes.
>Malice to concern.
>You exude hate.
>...
"Go..."
>...
"Away!"
>The sudden spike in volume forces Hexferry to back down.
>This, luckily, trips her up, causing her to fall behind you.
>You turn to face the entrance to the lobby.
>The door opens without effort.
>... You exit the building without hassle.
>Your house is far away. If Hexferry continues her pursuit, she'll easily catch up to you before you get back.
>... If you did it correctly, she'll hate you. Permanently, this time.
>You'll know if you succeeded before you reach your house.
>If she catches up to you, she probably still has "hope" for you; if she doesn't...
>You win.
>She'll either become a spiteful wretch, or she'll become scared of you.
>You don't care which happens as long as you win.
>...
>The streets were bare.
>No moths were seen the entire way.
>Including Hexferry.
>Your house is only a few meters away.
>...
>A form lands next to your front door.
>It's her.
>Of course it's her.
>She doesn't look mad or scared.
>Instead, she appears to be solemn.
>... She isn't in your way, but she's placed herself in your line of sight.
>Just so you know she isn't done with you.
>You finally get to your door.
>She says nothing.
>You raise your hoof to the door knob.
>...
>Open, enter, close.