>You glance over at the alarm clock by your bed again
>9:30
>Might as well get ready
>You get a quick shower and make yourself some coffee
>Groaning as you realize you have no creamer, only milk
>Guess you'll have to make do
>You pour the milk in and take a sip
>Not bad
>But a thought crossed your mind
>In a world where cows can talk you wonder how they felt about being milked
>You put it on your mental to-do-list to ask one the next time you get the chance
>Downing the rest of the coffee, you grab your keys and leave your house, locking it behind you
>You stuff your hands in your pockets as you march towards the hospital
>Today was the day you were going to visit Twilight
>And you were fully prepared to get bitched-the-fuck-out
>Not that you could complain much, seeing as how it was your fault
>Now you could only hope that Twilight finds it in her heart somewhere to forgive you
>Sighing, you keep your head low as you continue to walk
 
>The hospital is just as quiet as ever when you arrive
>Looking around, you spot a nurse at the front desk reading a newspaper
“Excuse me, so you know where Twilight Sparkle's room is?” You ask
>“It's not 'visiting hours' yet.” She replies dryly, not taking her eyes off the paper
>You look around for a clock
>9:55
>Fucking really?
>You sigh as you take a seat, getting ready for another round of 'clock staring'
>You were a solid two minutes in when a familiar voice broke you concentration
>“Howdy Anon.” Applejack greets you
>Turning, you find Applejack had assembled the girls
>“What are you doing out here A-Anon?” Fluttershy stutters out, barely above whisper level
“Oh, apparently its not 'visiting hours yet'.” You reply, making sure to add a bit of sarcasm to the last part
>The nurse behind the desk huffs as she straightens up her paper
>You go back to your original task of staring at the wall-clock as the rest of the mares shuffle around and pace back and forth
>Just as impatient as you are it seems
>The clock finally hits ten, you stand up and walk towards the desk
>“Room 303.” She blurts out, wanting to get rid of you. “That way.” She points a hoof down a hallway to her left
“Come on girls.” You say, already walking down the hallway
>After a few short hops and jumps later you find yourself in front of '303: Twilight Sparkle'
>You didn't realize it but you were staring at the door for a full minute
>Rarity behind you clears her throat, “Aren't you going in Anonymous?” She asks confused
>Your hand trembles slightly as you reach for the door handle
You panic, “I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back.” You managed to get out as you walked away in no particular direction
 
>Five minutes later you manage to find the restroom
>Not that you really had to go, you just had to get away for a minute or two
>You splash some water on your face and dry yourself off
>You wish that this didn't happen
>That you could just go back and make everything right
>It seems unfair that in a world of magic ponies that that was not possible
>You know you'll have to face her and own up to your mistakes sooner or later
>Might as well go bite the bullet
>You swing the door open as you try to find your way back
>It takes you about another four minutes to find your way back
>Once again your looking at her door, just blankly staring at it
>You decide to wait for the girls to come out, wanting to talk to Twilight alone
>Taking a chair from further down the hallway, you set up shop as you wait for your turn
 
>Awhile later, the girls begin to make their way out of their friend's room
>Applejack trots up to you, “Where'd you go?”
“I told you, I had to use the bathroom.” You lie
>She raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not believing a word
>Thankfully she doesn't press the matter, “Well go on then, she wants ta talk to ya.”
You rub your hands together nervously, “Yeah I bet, if the person who was responsible for making me a cripple was standing outside I would want to have a few words with them as well.”
>This time Pinkie speaks up, “Come on Nonny, it wasn't your fault. She's not mad at you silly-billy.”
>She offers you a smile but it does little to improve your 'impending doom' mindset
“Alright.” You reluctantly stand up
>“There you go, we'll be back soon. Later Anon.” Rainbow announces
>With that the ponies disappear down a hallway
>Well here goes nothing, you think to yourself as you turn the door handle
 
>Inside the first thing you take note of is the sound
>Beeping and the soft 'hum' of machines fills the air
>And the smell, you swear one of the things you hated about hospitals was the sterile smell that you could escape
>Then you saw Twilight
>There was a blanket covering most of her, but the parts that your could see were bandaged
>Her arm had a white cast with some colorful scribbles on it
>Guess the girls wrote their 'Get Well Soon' on it
>How cute
>You manage to meet your eyes with Twilight's
>You were expecting anger or hate, but surprisingly enough she looked at you happily, much like she did every other time you saw her
>Like she had forgotten that you placed her here and that you were just another friend coming in here to check up on her
>For awhile neither of you speak
>The only sound being that of machines
>Finally Twilight speaks up, “Hey Anon. How are you?”
>No trace of venom in her voice, just a friendly inquiry
>How can she not be mad
>You feel like your on the edge of breaking down and getting sick
“I'm so sorry, Twilight!” You practically shout out as you kneel down over her bed, placing your head near the edge of the bed
>Twilight pets your head with her good arm
>“It's okay, it's not your fault Anon.” She coos to you, continuing to pet your hair
>You look up to see Twilight smiling next to you
“How can you say that? If I had just listened to you none of this would have happened.”
>Twilight goes to open her mouth but you continue your rant
“I swear I will do whatever it takes to make this right. I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”
>Twilight responds, “I've already forgiven you Anon.”
>She sits up a little, “But if you are offering there is one thing you could do for me.”
You almost stutter out your response, forever grateful that she has given you a chance to redeem yourself, “Anything. Just name it.”
>She frowns as she looks at her cast, “As you may already know I'm going to have to do physical therapy to regain the use of my foreleg.”
>You nod, not sure where she was going with this
>“To make a long story short I want you to physical therapist.”
>You're not sure why she wanted you to be her therapist
>She knew the Princesses pretty well, you're sure that she could get the best physical therapist in Equestria
>Not to mention that you didn't know anything about physical therapy
>You were going to ask why she wanted you but you didn't want to question her since it's the least you could do
“If you really want me to, then of course I'll do it.” You reply with a smile
>Twilight beams as she moves in for a hug