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>It didn't take long after you both got back to have everything set up in her new room.
>The delivery guys had everything hauled in and set up quite quickly.
>And much to the orange-little’s complaining she helped get everything else done like the cleaning.
>Which brought us to this moment.
>You and the little devil were having another argument.
>Right there in front of your house.
>”I want to learn to fly.”
“Scootaloo, I don’t think that a good idea.”
>”Come on, I’m sure Flutteshy can teach me if we ask her.”
“Fluttershy is at work, besides don’t you think it’s a little rude to just bother her like that.”
>”Fine, then just let me practice here.”
“Yeah, not happening, you almost broke your neck in the living room earlier.”
“What makes you think that I would let you do that out here?”
>”Stop telling me I can’t, I know I can fly if try harder.”
“Scoots, please stop. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep pushing like this.”
>The pony stared at you defiantly.
>Deep down you just didn’t want to say it.
>Her wings were useless.
>They bound them long ago and impeded their growth.
>She was never going to fly.
>But as much as you knew the truth you weren’t ever going to say it directly.
>Not even you were that much of an asshole.
>Well you might be to others, but not her.
“Please, let’s go back inside. We can talk this over there.”
>You motioned back towards your abode.
>”No! I can fly and I’m going to prove it to you, just you watch!”
>With that outburst, Scootaloo took off towards the street.
>Without even thinking you gave chase.
“Scoots, come back you’re going to hurt yourself!”
>You yelled.
>But she only ignored you.
>And ran straight into the middle of the street.
>An instant was all it took.
>A car’s horn.
>The squealing of tires as the cars brakes were slammed down.
>And the sickening sound of a living being hit by a moving car.
>God no, please no.
>Don’t let it be what you think it is.
>Without any concern for yourself you leapt into the street.
>She’s okay, maybe it’s not as bad as you’re thinking Anon.
>She just got a little bump and she’s fine.
>There laying in the middle of the road was Scootaloo.
>Rushing over you looked her over.
>Please be okay.
>You were almost about to move her when common sense kicked in.
>If she had internal damage moving someone could do more harm than good.
>”I’m sorry she just came out of nowhere.”
>The voice behind you belonged to the driver.
>But he didn’t matter, nothing else at the moment mattered except her.
>I have to get her to some sort of help.
>Fucking act Anon.
“Just get me a ride to an veternaniray clinic.”
>As gingerly as you possibly could you picked up Scootaloo.
>It was a calculated risk, either get her to some help or wait here.
>You sure as hell weren’t going to wait around.
>Walking over to the car you got in passenger side as the guy closed the door and got behind the wheel.
>”Man, I’m sorry. But it was an accident.”
“I’m not mad bud, just get me to an vet now.”
>With that you were off.
>Scootaloo was breathing, but it was strained.
>Just hang in there.
>You knew that the closest clinic was only a few minutes away, but the drive itself felt like it took hours.
>The guy sped up to the front and onto the curb right in front of the door.
>At least he was trying to help.
>Moments later you were inside and yelling.
“I need some help, she got hit by a car.”
>Like a swarm several people in scrubs rushed and began the organized chaos that is emergency room procedures.
>A small gurney was brought out for you to lay her down on.
>As she was wheeled off you couldn’t help but feel despair.
>But she was going to be fine.
>She was here, these people were going to help her and tomorrow you’d both be laughing about it while eating some ice cream.
>Just calm down, having a panic attack isn’t going to make this situation any better.
>Sitting down in one of the chairs in the waiting room you let the chain of events roll through your head.
>Why didn’t you stop her?
>Maybe if you yelled at her to stop sooner.
>Maybe if you just plain told her she wasn’t going to fly.
>All these maybes.
>Some responsible adult you were.
>The scene from earlier just kept replaying in your head.
>How long were you sitting there re-living the events of what just happened.
>Cause it felt like a fucking eternity.
>”Mr. Mouse?”
“Yes that’s me. How is she?”
>Jumping up you rushed to the older gentleman who called your name.
>”Please follow me.”
>With that you followed, through a hallway past some empty examination rooms.
>Until you went inside an office.
>The doctor, you assumed he was a doctor anyway closed the door and took his seat across from you.
>”Mr. Mouse, the young filly you brought in.”
“Her name is Scootaloo.”
>”Yes, Scootaloo. She suffered blunt vehicular trauma, and it was quite severe.”
>You watched as he looked over the clipboard on his desk.
>”Massive internal bleeding and several broken bones.”
“But she’ll be fine right?”
>”Mr. Mouse, I’m sorry.”
>”Even with everything we’ve done her heart and lungs suffered extreme damage.”
>”Damage which we can’t fix.”
>You felt sick to your stomach.
>Like you were about to throw up or pass out.
>Both would be a welcome option at this point.
>And from the looks of it the guy saw that, since he handed you the bin from underneath his desk.
>”We have her sedated and on pain killers, but she won’t last much longer.”
“Please is there anything? I’ll get the money, whatever it takes just please!”
>The doctor just looked at you with an apologetic face.
>”Mr. Mouse it’s not a matter of money. It’s impossible, all we can do is make her comfortable now.”
>With that he stood up and slowly led you to another room.
>And there laying on a bed with several hoses attached to her was the little filly that meant more to you than anything ever before in your life.
>You were numb as you approached her bedside.
>Slowly you raised your hand and gently brushed her mane from her face.
>This wasn’t fair.
>God dammit this wasn’t fair.
>You two barely got to know each other.
>She had her whole life ahead of her.
>This wasn’t right.
>How long did you stand there?
>Did it matter?
>What the fuck did anything matter anymore.
>But the dreaded moment came regardless.
>The heart monitor gave that monotone noise.
>She was gone.
>And the only thing left for you to do was cry.

>Walking into your backyard you made your way to the tombstone settled underneath the tree.
“Hey Scoots, you won’t believe what happened at work today.”
>And there in the last few hours of light you spent the rest of the day recounting everything that happened.
>After Scootaloo passed a lot happened, and not just to you.
>Another portal opened, much like the one that brought the ponies to this world.
>The rulers that came were less than pleased when they learned what became of their subjects.
>And basically gave an ultimatum about freeing their subjects.
>The president nearly shit his pants on live television when a horse told him to let her people go or she’d supernova the place to hell.
>Some went back to their world.
>Some chose to stay, looked like you weren’t the only asshole that was kind to ponies.
>You however were a wreck for a long time.
>The weight of the fight you had with Scootaloo being the last time you ever spoke broke your heart.
>But your friends helped.
>Hell even Jerry came back and managed to be a bro about everything.
>Fluttershy chose to stay, without her help you’d probably wouldn’t have recovered as fast.
>You were better now.
>It still hurt that you wouldn’t see her happy smile, but you were better.
>And you were never going to forget that little pony.