Chapter 9 Rehab
>You are Vinyl
>And once again you awake in Anon’s arms.
>You could really get used to this.
>Than you heard the rumbling from your stomach.
>Guess it was time to grab a bite to eat.
>You nudge Anon in the side to wake him up, but he doesn’t even register you.
>You kick his leg to see if that would work… not even a hitch in his breath.
>Time for drastic measures.
>You carefully flip around, not wanting to hurt your body any more than it already was, and kiss him right on the mouth.
>The sudden lack of air seems to have an effect as he moves around.
>Than he hugs you tighter and kisses you back.
>The bastard was awake the whole time!
>You had to grin at that but you were too busy kissing to try and smile.
>After a few more moments of mouth hugging, Anon pulls back and says, “Well, good morning… or whatever time it is.”
>Anon… classiest colt around.
“Let me go, I need to go grab a bite to eat.”
>He looks at you incredulously, “You are in a hospital, they aren’t just going to let you hit the cafeteria.”
>You give him a look of disdain.
>”Well… they will try to stop you.”
>The look continues.
>”Fine, let’s go get something to eat… but you will sit in a wheelchair.”
>The way he said it implied there was no room for argument, and you didn’t care to argue, you were too hungry.
>He picks you up, which was a very strange feeling to tell the truth, and takes you outside and finds a wheelchair to commandeer.
>After he wheels you to the cafeteria, the two of you grab some food not really caring what it is, and chow down.
>Anon talks about the club and how the staff wishes you a swift recovery.
>It was touching to think that even though you had only been working there one night, they still cared about you.
>Apparently, Chet had stopped by while you had been out of it… he was a nice colt, you hoped he had a mare!
>After a little while you finished your meal and Anon wheeled you back to your room.
>You never liked hospitals… too clean for you, but you didn’t really have a choice in the matter.
>This is how it went for the next few days, Anon would spend the afternoon with you and at night he would climb into bed with you.
>The only difference is that over the next few days, he would, somehow, get out of bed before you woke up and leave, probably to take care of the club.
>You felt bad that you were taking up so much of his time, but you were selfish enough to want him to stay regardless.
>One day the doctor came in and delivered some interesting news… thankfully Anon was there at the time.
>”Well Ms. Scratch, it would seem that you are almost completely healed!”
>Of your regular injuries maybe…
>”Now, let’s see if your horn can support magic. Please try to levitate the guest chair.”
>Anon currently had you in his arms so he placed you back on the hospital gurney and got up from the chair.
>He looked at you expectantly, like he just knew you would be able to do it.
>That made one of you.
>Nevertheless, you reach for the magic.
>There is pain, but not as severe as it was the first time and your trademark dark blue magic envelops the chair, albeit a weak and barely visible version.
>The chair almost imperceptible raises off the ground before the pain becomes too great to bear and you release it.
>Anon was the first to respond, “You did it!”, the smile on his face was almost as big as his face.
>You smiled weakly, that had taken quite a bit out of you, and look at the doctor.
>He was looking surprised, like this was not even close to what he had expected.
>”How did you do that?”
>You give him a “are you mentally challenged” look, and reply, “With magic, duh.”
>”Well, it seems like you have a chance to get your magic back afterall… you just need some rehab.”
>Rehab? Oh joy.
>Turns out, it wasn’t the rehab you were thinking it was.
>It was magical rehab.
>I was a bunch of nice mares who helped you regain use of your magic.
>The doctor said to not get your hopes up, that it was likely that the best you would ever get was some basic capabilities back.
>But screw that guy, if you try hard enough, you know it will work for you… just like it always has.
>It was slow going, the strain of using magic was much more than you ever remember.
>It was like you were a filly trying to use a teleportation spell.
>But that mattered little to you, you were going to do this even if it made you brain dead.
>Which, coincidentally, it almost did.
>You were trying to lift a 30 pound barbell and you pushed too hard and slipped into a mild coma.
>Anon was livid… it was the first time he had ever shouted at you.
>You had heard him yell at the nurses for trying to keep you on a liquid diet, but he had never yelled at you.
>It made you feel horrible.
>Not because he was yelling, but what he was yelling.
>”YOU IDIOT! WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU WERE IN THAT COMA FOREVER?!?! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN HUH?!?!”
>You didn’t have an answer for him and he knew it… which was why he was aksing.
>After a few minutes of this, he calmed down and held you.
>”I know you want your magic back… I want you to have your magic back! But if it costs you your mind, what’s the point?”
>You felt terrible for making him feel this way and promised to take it a little easier when it came to training.
>You continued, although, you took it much slower.
>You took your time and worked at a careful pace.
>And slowly, surely, you began improving.
>Even the smallest progress cheered you and Anon up and caused you to try harder… just not too hard.
>It was small at first, being able to pick up most things under 5 pounds with ease.
>Then it was being able to make your custom blue light emanate from your horn.
>Once you got there it progressed to moving, and eventually lifting, larger objects.
>The doctors were amazed at your recovery speed, which was faster than anypony could’ve predicted.
>In the timespan of a month, you were back to your old self more or less.
>It still hurt when you did large scale things (i.e. lifting things larger than 100 pounds, teleporting etc.), but you could deal with those limitations.
>Anon brought your Portable Turntables to the hospital and you tried to use them.
>It hurt after an hour of using them nonstop, but it meant you could still do your job.
>Anon and you never celebrated harder that night… and the hospital staff almost barred him from entering the hospital for “Lewd displays”.
>Now, a month and a half later, it was time for your discharge.
>You had to admit, you had made some interesting memorys here.
>Like that one time the nurse in charge of you asked what it was like being in bed with Anon.
>That was the best hospital conversation ever… you might have given Anon a stalker, but there were worse thing in the world.
>You had lost count of how many hospital staff had hit on you, mares and colts, and you loved it, especially when Anon was in the room and they thought he was just a friend.
>Anon didn’t particularly care when the mares batted their eyes, but if a colt came and tried to put the moves on you, he got the boot… literally.
>After a few tried the word seemed to spread.
>Even though you had kinda enjoyed your time here, you were happy to finally get out and stretch your legs, and get a drink that wasn’t water.
>When it came time to leave, as you were walking to the exit, almost the entire hospital came to see you off.
>Over a month and a half in the hospital had given you time to get to know just about everypony who worked here.
>And here they were, cheering you on.
>You shed a few tears of joy that they were there for you.
>And so, you and Anon walked out the front doors into the waiting sunshine with your new friends at your back, ready to get back to life.
>You took a step outside and felt the breeze in your mane, the sunlight streaming onto your face, and the cobblestone beneath your hooves.
>All of the sudden you felt a profound sense of freedom…
>It was exhilarating!
Sorry for the short chapter, I wanted to keep this one short because this chapter was literally all about her rehab. Next one will be nice and long.