We cried together for many hours. We finally just gave up and accepted it. Dash and I were going to die, and there was nothing we could do about it.

It was going to be hard, but...

Why am I saying this? There's still hope, we can still pull through. All I have to do is think about finding my inner self. What am I really about.

The only bad thing is that I can't think when I panic. I can't think of why I'm sick and how I can fix this. "Rainbow, what have I been good at?" I asked. "What about guitar?" She asked. I looked at my hooves. I rely on my fingers to play guitar, but they're gone. "I don't have fingers.." I said. "Well...." She said. We realized that it was the only thing I was even an intermediate at.

Yeah, I could play a couple riffs, and yeah, I could play stuff like Shepherd of Fire, Beast and The Harlot, and Tears Don't Fall. I was told I was amazing, but I'm no Van Halen, I'm not Synyster Gates. I'm an intermediate.

I'm done...

"Well, we tried, right?" I said. "Yeah, at least we can die together." She said. We just laid down beside each other. Suddenly, when I went to stand up, I felt lightheaded. Rainbow didn't look too good herself. Then we blacked out. "OH MY CELESTIA!" I heard Twilight.

The disease was taking its toll.

We woke up in the hospital. We were laying next to each other in different beds across from each other. Dash looked so weak. I was probably going to look the same.

"D-Dash." I said.

My voice was horrible, it wheezed as it came out. She looked over at me, and she asked where we were.

"We're in the hospital." I said to her. "Are we..." She said. I just closed my eyes, and nodded. We didn't cry, but waited for the worst. We weren't certain that we were going to die, but we were pretty damn ready for it, and expected it all.

I saw a tear fall off her face, and I just put my hand on her shoulder and said "Its okay, even if...". That's where we were so weak, we just fell asleep.

We woke up, and our friends were there. We were glad, because that meant we could feel better while we healed, or...

"Hey, sugar-cube." I heard Applejack pipe in. "Hi." I heard Pinkie say. Everyone else said hi, they soon left after their visit.

Then we got the results. The doctor said something that maid my heart sink. "Rainbow, Windy... Your disease, it is far too severe to cure, and there is no stopping it, you only have about a day left, I'm sorry."