Twilight pressed a pill to Sunset's mouth the next morning. Sunset was in bed and had woken up not too long ago when Twilight did that. It was the next morning and Twilight was up early to straighten up the messed up living room.

"I want you to take it," the princess told her. "I know you haven't been taking your medication. You stopped using it almost a whole week ago according to this chart."

Twilight pointed to a pocket calendar that was full of red 'X's up until about six days before that very day. Sunset reached out to grab it.

"Where did you get that?"

"It was one of the many things that had been thrown on the floor. Take the pill," Twilight instructed.

Without arguing, Sunset swallowed it dry and cleared her throat. She sat up slowly and watched the other girl tidy her room up. There were shirts on the floor and random pieces of paper drifting in small piles around the room. Sunset had gotten a bit lazy and just dropped things on the ground when she would come home afterschool and fall into bed.

"When you're done washing up and getting dressed, I want you to let me know so I can look at your hands before you eat breakfast," Twilight told her.

Sunset nodded and glanced down at her bandaged knuckles. All that she had read last night had disturbed her. The two of them, both Twilight and her, had been dead. And they were supposed to be dead. But Celestia changed it to her death and now was a slave in Tartarus. Sunset felt guilty about it all. If she hadn't gone to the Equine River that night so long ago now, none of this would have happened. Sunset would never have become a Siren. If she had just stayed home...

She sighed and slowly bent her fingers. The bandages were stiff and Sunset could feel the dry, cracked cakes of blood that had appeared overnight. It stung a little. Twilight glanced at her before leaving the room and then smiled. Then she disappeared into the hall; the light tread of the girl's feet going down the stairs. After what seemed like hours, the lazy girl got up and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Brian helped Twilight fix the condition of the house. Most of the things, however, were all broken and required someone to put it back together or buy a whole new item to replace the damaged property. Silently, he hammered away at a nail, trying to fix the leg of a dining room chair. Twilight was sweeping. The pony boy couldn't get the thought of those two being together out of his head. It was just...how?? His mind drifted off and before he knew it he had banged the hammer onto his finger, not having paid any attention. He let out a little yelp of pain and Twilight was by him in an instant.

"Are you alright?"

Brian opened his mouth to answer but then closed it. He nodded instead. The girl gave him a smile and went back to organizing what needed to be fixed. Just then, Sunset called to Twilight from upstairs. She set the broom down and walked up the steps. Brian frowned slightly seeing that she was leaving him alone to meet Sunset. He glanced down at his bruised finger and cradled it while sighing deeply.

In the bathroom, Sunset was tugging at her soiled bandages.

"Let me do it," Twilight told her and she gently unwrapped the stiff and slightly bloody cloth from around her hand.

Twilight didn't even flinch when she saw Sunset's blood encrusted hands.

"Rinse your hands in cool water," she told her.

Sunset did as she was told and let the water flow over her hands. She grimaced at the stinging feeling she felt from it. When most of the bloody matter loosened and washed away, Twilight sat her down on top of the toilet lid. She opened a drawer and brought out clean medical bandages and a white cloth. From a medicine cabinet, she reached in a took out a brown bottle of peroxide. Sunset bit her lip. Her hands shook in Twilight's. Peroxide was her worst enemy.

Carefully, the younger girl poured a small amount of the disinfectant on the white cloth and quickly dabbed her left hand. A roaring shriek erupted from the bathroom. Brian could hear it and quickly stood up. He dashed up the stairs as more growling and painful yelps proceeded.

"Are you--"

He was about to ask if Twilight was alright. But it became clear it was Sunset who was in a state of dismay. Twilight shushed the older girl quietly as she continued to dab the peroxide on her hands. The cuts she had were not very big at all. They just had bled a lot from consistent pounding. Sunset stomped her foot in defiance and attempted to wriggle her sore hands from Twilight, which actually hurt her more.

Twilight looked up to see Brian standing in the doorway. She looked at him pleadingly and said," Could you please hold Sunset still?"

Brian hesitated.

He didn't know how to react to this. Looking at them both he swallowed. Sunset was fidgeting around. She really felt uncomfortable having this painful liquid on her hands. It stung her a lot. Twilight kept trying to hold the girl still without adding pressure to her hands. It wasn't working out too well. Brian looked down at his feet. He could see the two of them smiling at each other in his mind's eye. They hugged one another and laughed together. Sunset and Twilight were an item...

"Brian. Help, please," Twilight said to him.

He looked up at her questioning eyes. The pony boy sighed and nodded. He came beside the toilet and placed a firm grip on Sunset's arms. The girl struggled even more. After a few moments, however, she calmed down. Twilight had applied the last dab of peroxide. It would have taken a shorter time if Sunset had not been moving so much. Carefully, Twilight applied some medicine to the cuts and wrapped her hands in clean bandages. All of them were silent as this was done.

When she finished, Brian let go of Sunset's arms and she stood up stiffly. Twilight looked at Sunset and mouthed some words to her.

Apologize about last night.

Sunset turned around with traces of pink on her cheeks.

"Hey...Brian..." she began. "I'm sorry about last night. I...didn't mean to frighten you. I was just upset. Really upset about what happened and--"

She shrugged awkwardly.

"It was just hard to accept. And I'm sorry I was acting like a big baby."

She stood there looking a bit pouty about having to say sorry. Brian stood there for a moment. He still saw Twilight and Sunset holding hands in his mind and it distracted him. He didn't like it one bit...but what did it have to do with Sunset Shimmer as a person? When he first arrived there, sunset was one of the first people he ever befriended. She had been nice to him and taught him many things like how to walk and use his hands. She was very important in guiding him. Brian let a smile cross his lips.

"It's no big deal."

Sunset's face lit up in astonishment and a small sigh of relief escaped her lips. Brian felt at ease. A big weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It didn't matter that she was with Twilight. He shouldn't have a grudge against Sunset. To him, she was a friend. And with that, he put aside his short term muse and took a deep breath, feeling better. A lot better.