Title:           Pinkie Anon
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 3rd of September 2013 12:31:08 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 3rd of September 2013 12:31:08 AM CDT

Bweep..Bweep..Bweep
>A noise rings in your ears. A hospital? You were in a hospital? But before you can get your bearings, you realize you can barely feel your body.
>You wonder if she made it out fine. No, she was probably fine. They went after you instead of her.
 
 
>”Come on, anon!”
>A trip through the woods seemed painless enough. Something really bothers you about the area, though. But then, that might just be because your lungs are on fire.
>”Two legs!”, you yelled. “I have two legs! If you keep sprinting off like that, you’re going to get way ahead of me!”
>She cocks her head at you and laughs, saying, “Silly! You just stay in too much. You need some fresh air and exercise! That’s why we’re going out to the forest!”
>You do have to admit, the scenery is nice. Aside from all the tall trees that gave you much needed shade in the summer heat, there were dozens of flowers and bushes that swarmed the grassy area, filling the meadow with a pleasant smell and soft footing. To be honest, you really didn’t have much planned for the day anyway.
>”Hey, Pinkie”, you ask.
>”Oh? What’s up, anon?”
>”How did you find this place, anyway? It’s a bit of a walk from Ponyville.”
>”Oh! Well, you see, I was talking to Mrs. Cake, and she was talking to Twilight and I remember that day she ordered a cupcake with exactly 23 sprinkles, I mean, who orders with exactly 23 sprinkles and..”
>Right. She does that. You would think you would have learned over the years to either ask very specific questions, or to not ask at all, but then there’s a sort of charm to her explanations.
>You spread the picnic cloth along a nice patch of grass under a large oak, while Pinkie continues her story. Given that she’s only reached some bit about bran muffins and a fake mustache, you wager there’s at least a good ten minutes before you get your answer.
>You still can’t shake the feeling that you shouldn’t be out here.
 
 
>”You’d think they’d at least throw in something to numb the headaches”, you grumble to yourself. You suppose that might be unfair, given how well your other injuries are faring.
>”Wonder how many days I’ve been here”, you whisper to no one.
>”Three”, a raspy, tired voice replies.
 
 
>”And that’s when that pony with the funny hat told me that she knew there was this one place out in the forest.”, Pinkie exclaimed.
>You bite into the last bit of your sandwich and finish off the salad that Pinkie spent the morning making.
>“Well, fair enough. Funny thing, though. I can’t shake the feeling that this place would be more popular.”
>”Hmm?”
>Pinkie jumped at the idea. A ghost story! “Oh! Oh! What if there was this big pony with one hoof and three peg legs! All the pirates wanted to be him, so he jumped off this giant tree”, she says, pointing a hoof at the oak you were resting your back on. “But then the tree wanted his peg legs but couldn’t have them, but then turned him into a tree!”
>”You know what? I’d buy that. But we should probably start heading… out? What are you staring at?”
>You turn to face a bush. However, this bush appears to have various large wolf creatures made of wood staring directly back at you standing above it.
>”You didn’t have to do that, you know”, the melancholy voice squeaks out.
>You wheeze out a chuckle, “Hell, I’ve wrestled bears before!”
> She looks at you with a small grin.
>”Besides, they just had the jump on me.”
>Tears start to drip from her eyes. It made your heart bleed to see her like that when Pinkie had always been the best of friends to you.
>”It’ll be fine, Pinkie.”
>”Th-they said”, she whimpered, “They said your arms won’t work right ever again. And your left eye is gone!”
>”Pinkie.”
>”I’m so stupid! I should have never brought you there!”
>You try to put your hand on her head. You wanted nothing more than to comfort her.
>Her head falls to your side. She nuzzles your palm.
>”You tired? I wager there’s enough room on these nice Ponyville hospital beds for both of us.”
>She doesn’t say anything as she scoots next to you. You could tell by her shambled gait that she had been there the entire time you were admitted.
>The rest of the night, you don’t sleep. With Pinkie snuggled next to you, all you could manage was to move your thumb to scratch behind her ear as she slept.