Title:           Crippled in Equestria - Part 6
Author:          Violation
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First Edit:      Sunday 8th of July 2012 02:00:03 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 8th of July 2012 02:00:03 AM CDT

>Your eyes bolt open.
>You had spent yesterday resting, you dimly recall that the spell had worked.
>Pain spears your leg and you once again wince.
>Mostly worked.
>Still, looking a gift joke in the mouth was a bad plan.
>You see an enormous ass off to your left.
>It’s the princess: she's doing weird shit again.
"Um, good morning."
>"Oh, Anon!  It’s good to see you awake," she says.  Her face shoots towards you with that smile again.  "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah..."
>You pull yourself out of bed, thankfully still in your clothes.
>You lean on your cane.
"Listen, Princess, I'm really grateful for all your help."
>She's still smiling.
"I don't know if I can repay you."
>You suddenly feel very sick to your stomach.
>The silence stifles you.
>GRUMBLE.
>"Don't trouble yourself, Anon.  It was no problem at all.  All I want is for my little p0nies to be happy, even if they are not p0nies at all."
>I guess Celestia really did care.
>She was giving you that look again.
"Um, well, I'm sure you have some royal business to attend to, and, not to sound rude..." you trail off.  "I'm pretty hungry."
>She nods.  "Right this way."
 
 
>You join Twilight for breakfast, and she points out which items set out for you are made from grass and flowers and other things you can't eat.
>You munch once again on - you guessed it - fucking apples.
>You feel good though.  You aren't tired like you used to be, you feel like you've finally gotten some rest.
>It felt weird, you were used to being tired and pushing forward, but now, you feel like you could accomplish something with little effort.
>Your old friend nags at you.
"When do we leave, Twilight?"
>"Well, we could leave today if you wanted.  Don't you want to see more of Canterlot?"
"It would be nice, but, I don't want to live on your kindness forever."
>The Princess seemed to note your response.
"There is one thing, though," you turn to Celestia.  "There's a building in Ponyville, abandoned... I've heard it was home to a florist before she moved here?"
>"I know which one you mean," Celestia said with another smile.  "I've already heard about your machinations for that place."
>You sit silently.  Maybe you had overdone the plugging.
>"I've spoken to Rose, as well."  The former owner.  "Since you've shown an interest in reciprocation, I've decided to purchase the building and hand it over to you."
>What...?
>"On one condition."
"Name it."
>"I want you to run your store and make yourself and your customers happy."
>You certainly had seen the kindness of this land.
>Making money seemed less and less important, the more you were here.
>Maybe it wasn't all that important after all.
>You thought about it a bit more.
>Your own place in this fantasy world.
>Carving out your own slice of this life.
>Actually having a life, instead of looking forward to death.
>Your pain tugged at you, but it didn't seem to matter.
>This was your chance to escape your old life.
>Fuck that gay earth.
"Deal."
 
 
>So that was that.  
>Twilight and yourself had left Canterlot shortly thereafter, riding home on another chariot through the sky.
>You still weren't used to that.
>You look at the flowerpot that Princess Celestia had given you, a single white lily.
>It wasn't in bloom yet, but you weren't ready for that either.
>She had also given you the deed to the house, and so you were pretty much set to go.
>"How are you feeling?"
>Twilight kept asking you that.
>You always told her you were fine but this time it was different.
"I'm good, Twilight, thanks."
>She smiles brightly.
>After a bit while more of flying, you're safely back on the ground.  You wave to your steeds as they fly away.
>The rest of Twilight's friends are waiting for you.
>"How'd it go?" Rainbow Dash is the first to ask.
>You grip your cane as the pain reminds you that it didn't work exactly as you had hoped.
"It went very well," you tell her.
>Smiles erupt across their faces.
"I'm not sick anymore, but it looks like I'll have to keep this close," you waggle your cane.
>"Oh!  That's so good to hear!" Fluttershy says, she sounds excited.  "I could just, just--!"
>She looks around, something big was coming.
>The other p0nies step back.
>"Oh, oh!"
>Your eyebrow rises.
>"yay".
>That was the outburst?
>You suppress a laugh.
>The other p0nies giggle.
>You can't contain it.
>You laugh with them.
>A few moments later you're at your new home.
 
 
>The place has two floors.
>The ground floor has a few supporting beams, but is otherwise pretty open.  There are some shelves set up, and you guess this must have been a storefront when Rose lived here.
>The top floor is pretty much what you expected, a few rooms, bathroom, and even a bed was here.  
>It looked like Celestia had dropped off some linens for you to use.
>"This place is sure naice, Anon."
"Can't argue with that.  I will need some help cleaning up, though."
>"Well I'm certain we could--"
>"ON IT."
>Rainbow Dash tore through the bottom floor.
>A rainbow tornado screams through your house, then ejects through a nearby window.
>The dust is all gone, and so is the fence in your front yard.
"Well then."
>The place looked spotless; you couldn't say the same for your yard though.
>There was a ditch across an empty garden bed, and your fence had become firewood.
>Rainbow Dash lay at the end of it, looking dizzy and covered in dust.
"You flubbed the landing."
>"Did not!"
>"Oh, it is positively ruined!"
>Rarity looked over the devastation.
>"You should apologise, Rainbow Dash!"
>You bit your lip.
"No need.  I needed something to do anyway."
>The others try to voice arguments but you don't listen to them.
>You didn't like the fence anyway.
"Ladies, I'll handle it from here.  I've taken up enough of your time."
>They keep trying to push more kindness on you, but you've had enough.
"Ladies, please."
>"We want to help you, Anon," Twilight notes.
"And I want to help myself.  I appreciate the offers, but I'd like some time to myself."
>They seem to finally understand, and slowly file out of your yard.
 
 
 
>Now that you realize it, this is the first time you've been alone for longer than a few minutes.
>It grates at you, a lot more than it should.
>You were used to solitude.
>It shouldn't bother you that much.
>You tap your cane on the ground, the sound bringing you back.
>Going around the side of the house, you emerge into the backyard.
>The garden was mostly intact, a few plants had been excavated, but other than a few weeds the place looked pretty dandy.
>There was even a greenhouse.
>Inside there were a few saplings growing.
>You realized that they needed water, badly.
>Right, time to get to work.
>In the shed, you found some shovels, buckets, and a few other tools that would make the work easier.
>Pain lanced up your leg, reminding you that garden work was always a two-pill job.
>You had zero.
>You find some twine, and fashion three straps using a knot you'd devised.
>You tie Titan to your right leg, fastening the bottom of your foot, your knee, and your upper thigh to corresponding spots along its length.
>You gingerly shift your weight to your right leg.
>Titan takes the weight, the straps sat fine.
>It still hurts, and you grapple with your nerves for control.
>You really wanted a vicodin.
>Stepping out of the shed with a bucket, you hobble over to the water pump and fill 'er up.
>You go back to the greenhouse and water the pots there, hoping it’s not too late.
>It takes a few trips, and your leg demands a rest.
>You bite back the pain and replace the bucket.
>You put your gift from the princess in the greenhouse and leave the back.
>You couldn't do this without painkillers.
>You really missed vicodin.
>The feeling clawed at you.
>Your fingers rubbed at each other, trying to emulate rolling a pill between them.
>You swallowed hard.
>A cold sweat broke out across your body.
>You exhale sharply, and can't catch a breath.
>Your muscles tense.
>You can't think straight.
>Moving back to the house, your body runs on autopilot, searching every drawer, nook, and cranny.
>You had to find them.
>There had to be something here.
>Desperation flows through your body like an inexorable tide.
>Vicodin.
>Nothing else mattered.
>You couldn't remember the last time you'd taken one.
>The pain was unbearable.
>You cry out in frustration, you still had some, somewhere.
>You had to have a stash somewhere.
>Just needed to find it.
>The pain would subside soon.
>Just one little pill.
>Maybe two, you'd treat yourself this time.
>It wasn't an addiction.
>No, you just needed your medicine.
>You were a sick man.
>Just some medicine.
>No problem.
>Just teeny little pills.
>The pain would be gone soon.
>All your problems would be gone.
>You just needed to find a few little pills.