No…

“I’m sorry,” The doctor said with a sad and tired look on his face.

No.

“We did everything we could, the damage to his heart was just too severe.”

This isn’t happening.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” A nurse came up and pulled a white blanket over my boyfriend’s body and face.

This can’t be happening.

“I’ll give you a moment.” Both the doctor and nurse left room, leaving myself and his body on the cold table. I just stared at the table. I don’t even know when I started to cry. My hooves moved on their own accord and found myself looking at Spike’s body. The dam burst as I threw myself at him crying my eyes out.

How did everything end up like this? It was just a normal day. I woke up, had breakfast, and went work. By the time I got home Spike was already there waiting for me to spend the afternoon together. We spent the afternoon together until somepony broke the door and tried to rob us.

I was the first to act and tackled the creep but he managed buck me off of him. He pulled out a small crossbow he had on him and pointed at me. I closed my eyes and heard him fire it, but didn’t feel any pain. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Spike standing in front of me. He looked at me over his shoulder and gave me a pained smile. He suddenly fell face first on the ground with his blood slowly pooling under him. I didn’t even notice that the burglar had escaped. I quickly picked the dragon up and flew him as fast as I safely could to the hospital. But it was all for nothing. Spike, the dorky dragon that confessed to me, that held and loved me, that did everything he could to make me happy, is dead.

“Dash.” I heard a familiar voice coming from nearby.

“Dash.” I looked up and saw Spike head move to look at me.

“Dash!”

I shot up screaming until I felt a familiar pair of scaled arms wrap around my neck.

“Shh, it’s okay Rainbow, it’s alright,” Spike said in a calming tone.

“Spike, you’re alive!” I yelled.

“Of course I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be?” I was about to answer when it all came back to me. While Spike did take the bolt for me he was hit in the shoulder not his heart. And that I spent last night sleeping with him on his hospital bed. “Are you alright?” He asked with a worried a look on his face. “You were crying in your sleep.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wrapped my forearms around his chest, making sure to be careful with his bandages. I kissed him on the lips before I cuddled up to his chest. “Just a bad dream.”

Author's Notes:

Written by DARKPHANTOM13.

We appear to have a theme of bonus chapters being the prompt 'Nightmare'