*Beep...Beep...Beep.*

“Someone shut that fucking thing off! Can't a girl wallow in mindfucking torment in peace? It's bad enough that I have a headache that feels like Celestia's oversized ass is trying to crush my skull like the cake she eats,” I groaned in pain.

*Beep!* It continued nonstop, preventing me from going back to sleep.

I sighed and slowly opened my eyes, revealing a white room with white walls that was so clean that you can eat off the floor with the small risk of bleach poisoning. I tried to move to get a better look at my hospital room that was lacking a window, but was stopped when I learned that I was tied down to my bed at the waist. With this realization, I also noticed that I couldn't see out my right eye, but my left was fine.

I tried to recall how I ended up here but was interrupted by two ponies walking into the room. One was clearly a nurse while the other was a doctor. The nurse wore a small, white, flat cap with a red cross on it. She was a generic white pony with a light pink mane that was done in a bun. So I'll skip her for now. The doctor, however, was different. He was a hippogriff that got the better end of the stick. He got to keep his brown, falcon, bird face while his ass was a brown pony. He even had a cutie mark that was a pair of scalpels. He carried a notepad in a white lab coat and had a warm small that so didn't scream, ‘Child Molester.

’Did I mention that my face was killing me? No? Whatever.'

He walked up to me while the nurse left the room and spoke in a voice that could be described as; pure, orgasmic, chocolate against my ears. “Hello, little filly. How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Like I ground my face against a road of rusty nails while my legs were being used as sludge hammers on a palette of glass. How do you think I'm feeling?” I growled in annoyance.

‘Did I mention that I was also very grumpy if I didn't get my beauty sleep?’

He cocked a brow at me, so I continued. “Other than that, care to tell what the fuck happened to me?”

“Well, I was warned that you had a bad mouth, Miss Rose, so I will try my best to explain what happened to you. So can you please act like a mature pony while you wait?” he asked with a condescending smile.

“If I am being immature with how I speak, then why is swearing referred to as the adult language?” I shot back with a smirk.

“You got me there, but enough of that,” he sighed. “Let's start with my name since I forgot to tell you before hoof. I am doctor Fine Edge or Dr. Edgy as my friends call me,” he said with a straight face causing me to let loose a giggle at his name. He rolled his eyes and continued.

“Anyway, let's start with the memory problem that you are having. Tell me, what was the earliest memory that you have from yesterday morning?”

“Simple,” I began recalling the events but nothing came. “I don't know,” I frowned at the floor. “Why can't I remember?” I asked.

“Well, from what Captain Midnight told me was that you went through what was known as a "Blood Rage" as it is called. It is a rare event that only happens to us with wings. For a few minutes, our senses triple in strength and our reaction time doubles. This allows us to protect those that we care about as a last resort method of our flight or fight response. In other words, when you saw you mother and the rest of your family in bonds, you went berserk and brutality massacred thirty Diamond Dogs and their Alpha. With only a few, but nasty cuts,” he explained.

I froze in place after he said those words. I know that I wasn't a violent person. Sure I did the odd shouting match or whatever, but I would never hit first in a fight. I was always the one to act in self-defense and I never instigated a fight. If what he said was true, that I killed a bunch of dogs in cold blood and... and right in front of Spitfire!

“Did...I...Does…Does she hate me?” I choked out as my head began telling me that she will never want to see me ever again for doing the unthinkable.

“Does who hate you?” the doc asked.

“Does Spitfire hate me? Why isn't she here? Did...Did she leave me because... because I'm a monster?” I said as I began to hyperventilate. “I bet she will never want to see me again! I-I don't want to live on the streets… not again,” I whimpered as I curled it a ball and began to cry my eyes out. I grabbed my tail like a teddy bear hoping for some sort of comfort as I began to soak it with my tears.

“Hey, it's okay. She isn't going to leave you or send you out on the streets. She is at a the hotel as we had to kick her out for your surgery. She'll be here in the morning. I promise,” the doc said as comforting as he could while he stroked my head. Surprisingly, what he did was very effective as I was coaxed out of the fetal position in a few minutes of crying, but the thought that Spitfire will keep her distance from me from now on was plaguing my mind.

“So, enough tears okay. I have to go over your injuries now. If that is okay with you?” he said, giving me a reassuring smile. I wiped away my tears and nodded for him to go ahead.

“Good. So let's start with your legs. Thankfully, they were only dislocated with minor bruising and lacerations. You should be able to walk in just a few days.”

‘That was a plus,’ I thought.

“Next is your shoulder, specifically your left shoulder. When we fully untie you, you will find three slashes where a dog clawed you. They are diagonal going up to the right and down the left. I am afraid that those scars will be there forever in their horrific glory,” he sighed like it was a bad thing.

‘Another plus.’

“Next is your right left ear. To the opposite side to your earrings, there is a triangle-shaped chunk missing near the tip. We couldn't heal it fully, so, unfortunately, your ear will look like that forever.”

'Another addition to my growing, badass look.’

“And finally your right eye. You should be thankful that your mother's health insurance is as good as Princess Celestia's because if it wasn't. You wouldn't have a right eye to begin with, but there was a complication to the healing process.”

“Why kind of complications are we talking about?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“Well, the spell repairs all damage sustained, but it follows a template of the eye before the damage was done. When it came to repairing the coloration, there wasn't enough pigment other than red from all the blood, thus, your right eye is now the color of ruby red.”

“Sweet,” I smiled that my badass levels are now at super badass levels of epicness. “Anything else?” I asked as the shock in the doctor settled.

“Yes. Just like your shoulder. There are three nasty slashes that are perfectly vertical over your right eye. Scaring you for life."

‘Badass levels are now God-tier.‘

“That's pretty awesome,” my smiled widened. “So I can safely guess that the eye patch is to protect it from light while it heals?”

“Y-Yeah,” he replied dumbfounded that I was okay with my new additions.

“So, when can I take it off?” I asked. He just gave me a look of confusion.

“Why would you want it off. Aren't you afraid that you might get made fun of or bullied?” he asked back.

I shrugged. “Not really. It just makes me look cool.”

“W-Well, in that case. You can take it off in a week,” he said slightly put off that I was fine with my scars.

“Anything else I should know?” I asked.

“Nothing until your mother comes back in the morning. Goodnight Miss Rose.” And with that, he left me in the room to freak out about Spitfire, again.

I woke up to the light sound of hooves walking into my room. I groaned as I felt a hoof prodded my side, causing my body to protest. “Go away,” I whined as I shimmed away from the hoof.

“Then you won't be awake for when Miss Spitfire arrives, and I brought breakfast,” generic nurse, "A," said. Tired and without coffee, I hesitantly got up and was greeted with the sun in my good eye. ‘Fuck you too Celestia.’ I mumbled in my head as I began to eat the garbage that was hospital food.

After that unpleasant meal, that was cream-of-wheat porridge, the worst kind of porridge in my opinion. I was allowed to go to the bathroom via a pan held by generic nurse, "A". Once I was done and was thoroughly disturbed by the grin that she gave me at how healthy the color of my pee was. I sat in my room that, for some reason, has a window now. I contemplated stroking my kitten to pass the time and to avoid thinking about Spitfire and wondered what she will do to me. That thought died when the door opened up and in came in the wreck that was Spitfire.

I felt heartbroken at how ragged she looked. Her eyes were red from crying and had bags from lack of sleep. Her blowback orange mane was messy as a nest, as was her fur in odd places. All her pride was gone, and what was left was a nervous breakdown that was called my guardian. All I could think about was how much I made her worry about me. That was a self-centered thought but it was allowed in my situation. She walked next to my bed and sat at the base, avoiding all eye contact and without saying a word.

“M-Mom? A-Are you okay?” I asked as a rock grew in my throat. She looked up at me in utter, terrified, shock at what I just said. She couldn't comprehend what I called her, though, she deserves it. My real mom hated me with a passion. All she used me for was alimony for her gambling addiction. Spitfire was more of a mom to me than that old hag. If…If she was going to kick me out or throw me in jail. I-I should, at least, call her that once. Even though it may be the last.

“What did you just call me?” she asked me in confusion.

“I-I called you Mom. Y-You were more of a Mom to me than that bitch that gave birth to me,” I said.

“Were...What do you mean by were?” she asked back.

“D-Don't…Don't you hate me?” I cringed waiting for her response as my fear of rejection came back. I waited for the shouts, the words she would use to tell me that she was glad to be rid of me, but that never came. Instead, I felt a pair of hooves and a pair of wings wrap around me like a protective cocoon. My head rested against her chest as she began to stroke my mane as she kissed my head, bawling here eyes out again. “I don't understand,” I said, joining the tears. “I killed a bunch a people in cold blood. Why are you acting like this?”

“Because I am glad you are safe,” she choked out in between sobs. “You know how dangerous going into a Blood Rage is? You could have died! And not from the fight, but from going into one in the first place! I don't care about the dogs, Midnight and I would have killed them anyway to protect you and cousin Night Shade.” She paused to catch her breath.

“I was so afraid when they showed up. I thought that they already had you and had their way with you. I was so afraid that I lost you when your heart stopped when we got to the hospital. I was so afraid that you will never walk again or see again. Sure you may be a cunt most of the time, but the times that you don't, you make me proud to be your guardian. You are so smart and have so much potential. I-I was terrified that you will never get to see you dreams come true or find your special talent.” She paused again to look me directly in the eyes.

“I don't hate you. I can never find it in my heart to hate you. Loathe you when you embarrass me in public, but never hate you. You made me so proud for saving us at almost the cost of your life yesterday, Rose. But please don't you ever fucking scare me like that again! I don't want to loose this little filly that I call my own. Do you promise me that?”

“No promises,” I sniffed as I reburied my face into her chest. “Close enough,” Spitfire chuckled half-heartedly as she rewrapped her hives around me in a warm embrace as was quietly cried in each others arms.

Author's Notes:

So, wrote this on my phone. So if there is some places that look odd, that's why.

Also, what are your thoughts about a side Clop story?