Lectivus Part 2

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>About a week later (Anon POV)

>Pinkie had been acting a lot stranger the past few weeks.

>You had no idea why.

>She says everything is okay... But you can see straight through her.

>There where she was so stiff and agitated, as if she was in pain but without showing it.

>You wanted to know what was going.

>You walk into your room and search your cupboards for some clue.

Nothing but clothing.

>You continue to search around your room for about half an hour until you give up.

>You couldn’t find anything that would explain the way she was acting.

>You sigh and walk out of the room, nothing in there to indicate what was going on.

>As you walk down into the lounge-room, Pinkie Pie walks through the door.

>”I'm back!” She calls out.

>You go out to meet her and hug her.

“Have a fun day?”

>She doesn’t nod. “It was alright...”

>She exit's your embrace and walks past you. “I'm going to go have a shower...”

>She lays her saddle bags on the ground in the hallway.

>As she walks into the bathroom, shuts and locks the door, you walk over to her saddle bags.

>You know it was an invasion of privacy... But you wanted to know what was going on badly.

>You open up the first bag and rummage through it.

>Some cakes... Party streamers... Gummy...

>You close that bag back up and go over to the second one.

>When you open it up, you get a shock.

>In the saddle bag was box after box of different medications.

*what the shit!?

>You take out a few of the boxes and inspect them.

*Herimorphas? Glaticones? Sharilif pills?

>you pick up a few of the boxes and sit down, Reading the packets description

 

>'To be taken twice a day, perscription out to pinkamena Diane Pie'

>It wasn’t long until Pinkie was done in the bathroom and came out into the lounge-room.

“Hey Pinkie... Whats with these?”

>You wave the boxes of medications in the air at her.

“What the fuck is with these!?”

>She looks at you in shock.”

“Well?”

>She doesn’t say anything... Just stares at you.

>You grow more angry with every second of silence.

“Fucking tell me!”

>You yell at her from afar and then she snaps.

>She falls to the ground in tears, balling her eyes out.

“Whats wrong?”

>Your anger subsides and you rush over to her.

“Whats wrong?”

>She continues to cry as she speaks. “Everything...”

>It wasn’t long until she stopped crying and her face went blue.

>She was choking on something.

>She couldnt speak, only make a “Gak” type sound.

>You freak out and try to help her.

>You whack her back to help whatever it was dislodge from her throat, it worked.

>Nothing came out of her mouth, but she was able to breathe

“Shit! Are you alright.”

>Tears fall from her eyes as you hold her. “no...”

>You pick her up and take her over to the lounge.

>You lay her down on the lounge and sit next to her.

”Whats wrong with you, Pinkie...”

>She looks away from you, still crying.

“please... Tell me.”

>Tears fall from her eyes. “I'm sick...”

>You lay quiet for a moment.

“Pinkie, Why didn’t you te-...”

>She cuts you off. “Anon... I cant feel my hooves...”

“What?”

>She is silent for a second before bursting into a pain filled scream.

>She screams for a few painstakingly long seconds before passing out.

>Once out, you pick her up again and rush through the door, taking her to the hospital.

 

>You sit in different chair, in a different room, in a different part of the hospital.

>But the feeling was all the same.

>All too real.

>You still had no idea what was wrong.

>Doctor Whooves walks into the room and walks over to you.

>”Anon... It's time you knew...”

>You get up from your chair.

“I should have known a long time ago, doctor! What's wrong with her?”

>Whooves looks at you.

>”I'm sorry, she has lectivus...”

“What the fuck is lectivus?”

>”A disease that attacks the nervouse system and causes extreme pain and eventual organ faliure. She has been on medication for it for months now... But that only slows it down... I'm afraid there is no cure... And probably never will be...”

>You look up at the doctor.

“Why am I only finding out now!?”

>”It was her wish to keep it a secret, don't ask me why. Doctor patient confidentiality... Only me and twilight knew.”

>You look over at Pinkie who was now on a morphine drip... Still unconciouse.

“Whats the verdict?”

>Whooves looks at his chart. “About a week, maybe... I'm sorry...”

>And with that, whooves walks out of the room.

>You stay seated in the chair, staring at the wall...

>Twilight rushes into the room and runs over to you. “Oh, Anon...”

>She wraps her hooves around. “I'm so sorry I didn't tell you...”

>That anger from earlier starts to boil in you again and you grab Twilights hooves.

>You push her away from you and to the ground.

>You stand up and look down at Twilight.

“How could you not tell me?”

>You take another step towards her as she backs away from you.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me... Even if you promised her...”

 

>She backs up into a wall and stares at you with tears in her eyes.

>”I... I'm so sorry... I just couldn't break my promise.”

>You look down at her now, hate raging in your eyes.

“I hate you...”

>She looks up at you.

“I fucking hate you...”

>You bend down and put your mouth to her ear.

“I fucking hate you and I will never forgive you for this...”

>She looks down at the ground.

>”I wish I never promised her... I really do...”

“I don't care... Past is past now, you cant change it, and your actions will always be there...”

>She nods.

“This whole time... She has been dying... Been in pain and I didn't know.”

“Go... Go away, come back later... I want to be with her now...”

>Twilight nods. “I understand...”

“No... You don't”

>She doesn’t say anything else, She turns towards the door and walks out.

>You turn back to Pinkie and sit down in your chair next to her cot.

>You quietly sit there, staring at her sleeping body, wondering what was going to happen.

>You knew what was going to happen, you just didnt want to believe it...

>Soon, Pinkies eyes started to open as she regain conciousness.

>You look at her as she opens her eyes fully and turns her head towards you.

“Hi...”

 

>Although there were tubes down her throat, you were still able to make out what she said.

>She turns her head to look at you. Tears in her eyes.

>”I’m so sorry…”

>Tears start to fall from your eyes.

>”I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you… I was scared…”

“It’s okay…”

>”No… It’s not… I don’t want to die…”

>you hold one of her hoofs with both your hands and move your face closer to hers.

“It’s okay… I have you now… I’m not going to let you go…”

>She starts to cry and you grip her tighter.

>”Anon… I’m scared…”

“I know…”

>Tears were streaming form both your eyes and you were beginning to cry.

“But I am here now… And Twilight will be here soon, with everyp0ny else…”

>She smiles before closing her eyes.

>”Don’t let go of me… I don’t want you to let go…”

“Don’t worry… I won’t let you go”

>You grip her tightly, making sure she knew you were there, never leaving her side.

>Her cries became more audible and you tried your best to comfort her.

>”Oh please… I don’t want to go… I don’t”

“I know… I know…”

>It wasn’t long until she fell asleep in her cot, you lessened your grip on her hoof.

 

>Several long days passed as you stayed with Pinkie in her hospital room, barley ever leaving her side.

>When p0nyville heard word of her illness, there were many visitors who came to see her, but often were not allowed to stay long due to Pinkie Pie's lack of energy.

>You sit in your chair, holding Pinkies Hoof as she sleeps peacefully in her cot, when Doctor Whooves walks in.

>”Anon... Can I speak to you?”

>You nod and follow Whooves out of the room when he signals for you to follow him out.

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>Once out of the room, Whooves looks up at you. “I'm sorry... She only has a few hours left... I notified Twilight and her friends and they are on their way... Make the most of it...”

>You nod as several tears fall from your eyes.

>You walk back into the room and over to Pinkies cot.

>You stand over her and stroke your fingers through her mane.

>You continue this for a few minutes until she wakes up.

>She turns her head towards you and looks up at you with worry in here eyes.

>”Am... Am I going to die.”

>You give a saddened smile as you look down at her, tears falling from your eyes.

>You don't say anything, you simply hold your gaze with her, wishing it would never end...

>Tears start to fall from her eyes. “It's okay... I'm ready...”

“Don't say that... please...”

>She shakes her head. “I am...”

“But I'm not ready for you to leave...”

>She closes her eyes as more tears stream down her face.

>”Will you hold me... I'm getting cold.”

>Fact was the temperature of the room was rather warm.

“Okay...”

 

>You spend the next half an hour laying beside her in her cot, lightly gripping her in a loving embrace.

>Pretty soon, her heart monitor starts to beep, signaling that it was time...

>You hold her tighter as tears fall from your eyes like rain.

>”Anon...”

“I'm here...”

>”I...I'm cold...”

“It's okay...”

>She gasps a little and opens her eyes.

>She keeps her eyes open, staring at the wall for several moments. “Am I about to die...?”

“I don't know...”

>You hold her more tightly.

“Don't go... please...”

>Her heart monitor starts to beep even louder now, the sound rings through your head like it was laughing at you...

>”It's getting dark...”

“I've got you... I'm not letting go...”

>”I...I can't feel my body.”

“I love you.”

>”I love you too.”

>You look at her for several long minutes as the beeps get louder and louder.

>You started to sob uncontrollably.

>You didn't want to lose her.

>You didn't want her to die

>You wanted to be with her for a long time to come.

>But you were having all this ripped away from you.

>She looks up at you with tears in her eyes.

>”Anon...?”

“Yes...?”

>She takes one last breathe and holds your gaze to ask you one last question.

>”Do you think there are parties in heaven?”

>And then, she died.

The End

It is not the death, that we mourn. It is the loss... The person that is taken away from us, and the life and memories that are deprived from them. That is what makes death hard.