I flew towards town, clouds zooming past me as tears fell off my face and into the wind. Finally I arrived in town and landed in front of the hospital. I ran in through the doors, gathering the attention of several doctors around the room.

"My friend is dying, please help!" I yelled. They gave each other surprised looks before running around, grabbing tools and instruments. They followed me out as I started flying in the direction slowly.

"Where is your friend?" One doctor asked.

"At the tower near the edge of town. He's hurt really bad." I flew for a few seconds before realizing.. They had stopped following me. I turned around to see them standing there, staring at me.

"What are you doing he's bleeding out!" I yelled, They gave each other a few looks before turning around and walking back to the hospital.

"WAIT! PLEASE!" I flew in front of them, begging. I was on my knees, holding the doctors pant leg. He looked down at me and stared for a second, before looking back up and moving out of my grasp. Tears fell down my face as I stood up. I grabbed the box of supplies from the doctor and flew into the air.

"You think he's a monster, BUT YOUR THE MONSTERS!" I screamed, flying back to the tower. I landed and ran through the door. As I ran, I slipped on the trail of blood, causing the medical supplies to spill across the floor. I started scooping them up.

"You're going to be okay... You'll be okay.." I chanted to myself as I picked the box back up and headed down stairs.

"Don't worry Cecil, I got medicine. You're going to be alright I jus-" I froze at the bottom of the steps. He was sitting back in the chair, his head hanging down limply, his eyes closed. I dropped the box as I walked towards him. I stared at him, a horrified expression on my face.

"C...Cecil?" I said, my face unchanging. My hand was shaking as I reached it out, placing it on his cheek. He was cold.. I stared at him for a moment, a blank expression on my face as his words from earlier played through my head on repeat. 'She said that I would die alone..'

I turned around and sprinted back to the stairs, picking up the box and bringing it over. I opened it and found a needle and a thread. I pulled his shirt off, reaching down for the disinfectant. As I applied it, he sat there motionless, not reacting at all. I started stitching up the wound.

"It's alright Cecil... It'll be alright." I said with a forced smile as I sowed it shut. After a minute I finally finished, cutting the thread.

"There Cecil.. All better." I said. I started shaking him, "Now wake up..."

"I fixed you.. Now you have to wake up.." I said, feeling tears build up under my eyes.

"Everything's better now.. Your okay now." I said with a small laugh. "Stop joking around.. I still have to make you breakfast.."

Tears started sliding down my face as I shook harder. "Wake up Cecil! Please!" I said, my tone turning from calm, back into sadness. "PLEASE WAKE UP!" I screamed. My strength weakening as I fell to my knees.

"This is my fault... Please...Please wake up.." I said my face pressed against his leg, a new wave of tears staring up. "Don't leave me.."

Creak... Creak...... Creak......

My head shot up. I froze, staring up at the ceiling as I heard footsteps. My mind went blank as I turned my head to the top of the stairs. A moment later, I saw a figure descend from the top of the stairs. It was a man in a white coat, carrying a box. He ran down and up to Cecil, placing the box on the ground. He placed two fingers to his neck.

"He has a pulse!" He yelled upstairs. Several feet were heard running around upstairs. What?!

"Who.." I said surprised.

"Help me get him upstairs." He said, grabbing his feet. I quickly pulled him forward, holding his upper body.

He glanced down at the wound as we carried him. "Careful, we don't want to tear his stitches." He said. We got him upstairs, and I was in disbelief at what I saw. There were several doctors from the hospital running around the room, setting up equipment and unloading boxes, along with a collapsible bed.

"Come on, get him on the bed." With his help I hoisted him on the bed. A doctor plugged in an ECG, as another put an I.V. in his arm.

"He's lost a lot of blood." One of the doctors said.

"Do you know his blood type?" The doctor that helped bring him up said.

"Um.. No I.." I stammered.

"Grab the O." He said, motioning to one of the boxes. The other one pulled out a bag of blood and started giving him a transfusion.

"We have to wake him up." The doctor said. "Grab the Adrenalin." He said as another doctor rushed over and picked up a syringe. He jabbed it into his chest and pushed the plunger. The doctors and me stood silent, staring down at him in anticipation. Several moments passed, no reaction.

"Another." He said as a doctor handed him a second dose. He stuck it in again and injected it. Still no reaction. The doctor shook his head and walked to his side.

"Wake up damn it!" He said, clenching his fists together, pounding Cecil's chest. Cecil's eyes snapped open and he took a deep breath in. He was breathing rapidly, looking around the room at all the people suddenly around him.

"Cecil!" I yelled. His eyes made contact with mine as I rushed over to hug him.

"What.." He said confused.

"Easy.." The doctor said, "Don't move too much until the adrenalin wears off." I heard another doctor sigh in relief as he sat down on the couch. I leaned in and kissed him, nearly knocking him off the bed, never wanting to leave his side again.

He grunted, clenching his stomach.

"Sorry!" I said, jumping back.

"It's fine... I'm just happy your here." He said, a smile I never thought I'd see again returning to his face. I smiled, on the verge of tearing up. I turned my head to the doctors, who were gathered, looking at us. I noticed Nurse Redheart as one of them. She was tearing up, a smile plastered on her face as she held her hands to her chest.

"Who are you?" I asked the doctor that helped Cecil up the stairs.

"I'm Dr.Cross." He said, looking as happy as the other doctors. I looked back down at Cecil, giving him another, more gentle, hug.

"Thank you so much!" I said, glancing back over at Cross.

"Well don't thank me. It wasn't me that convinced us to come." He said, pointing at the front door. It was the man that sold me the broach! I ran to him and hugged him. He gave a laugh as he stumbled back.

"It's nice to see you again too." He said.

"But how?" I asked confused.

"I was walking by the hospital and saw you flying. I could see the tears on your face, and overheard your conversation with the doctors. So I thought I'd tell them a little story." He said with a smile. I hugged him tightly, putting my head on his shoulder.

"Thank you... Thank you so much." I said. It was then that I noticed someone at the door, holding another box.

"Where do ya need it?" The man said.

"Put it over there." One of the doctors said, pointing to a table.

"Who's he?" I asked the old man.

"That's my son." He said with a smile.

"You have a son?" I said surprised.

"Yeah.. After my daughter died, we were both devastated. But he was strong. He helped more than I ever could."

I watched as his son put the box down and headed over here. He froze, staring at me.

"That... That broach." He said, pointing to my chest. He turned to his dad, his eyes glistening. He ran over and his father embraced him. I could see the tears falling from both of them as his son wept into his shirt.

"It's okay son.. It's okay." The old man said, holding his son close. I approached them, putting a hand on the son's shoulder. He looked up at me with his tear stained eyes.

"I'm sorry.." He said, wiping his face. "That broach.. Just brought back a lot of memories."

"It's alright." I said, giving him a hug. As we pulled away, he looked at his father.

"So you finally gave it up?" The son said.

"Yeah.. I decided I didn't need it to remember her anymore." The father said, giving me a wink.

"So.. How's he doing?" The son asked, giving Cecil a glance.

"He'll be fine." Dr. Cross said, "We got to him just in time."

"Well, glad to have been of help." The son said, "But I have to get back to the hospital to check on Rainbow Dash."

"Did you want me to come too Red?" The father said.

"No that's alright." Red said, hugging his dad one last time.

"Wait... Did you say Rainbow Dash?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah.. Do you know her?" Red said quizzically.

"Of course! She's one of my best friends. What happened to her?" I said quickly.

"Well... She was struck by lightning this morning when trying to clear the skies. It got too bad and.. She just couldn't keep up with the clouds forming." He said, looking a little worried.

"She's in a coma." Dr. Cross said, "We're lucky this young man brought her in for treatment when he did. Any sooner and she might have been killed.

"Oh my gosh!" I said, "I have to tell the others.." I ran over to Cecil and gave him a kiss. "Will you be okay if I leave to see my friend in the hospital?"

He held his hands up sarcastically, "I'm not going anywhere." He laughed, motioning to the I.V. in his arm and wound on his stomach. I smiled, giving him a hug before running back to Red.

"Whenever you're ready." I said, waving to Cecil.

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ONE HOUR LATER:

I sat there, looking down at the wound on my stomach. I sighed with boredom as I looked up at the two doctors left to monitor me. The front door opened and another doctor walked in with a small box of I.V. fluid, and a letter.

"What's that?" I asked curiously, pointing to the letter.

"Oh yeah.." He said setting the bags down. He handed me the letter. "Some weird guy in a cloak gave it to me, said to give it to you."

I looked at the envelope closely. My heart stopped as I noticed a symbol on the center of a wax seal holding it shut. I looked up at the doctor.

"Was this guy wearing... A mask?" I asked.

"As a matter of fact.. Yeah! How'd you know?" He asked. I looked down at the envelope, staring intently at the seal. I clenched envelope tightly, staring... Staring at it. I reached down and pulled it open, hearing the crack of the wax breaking. I read the letter, only seeing a short sentence of four words written in the center of the page.

"YOU BROKE THE RULES."

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