Applejack called Spike again, but this time on her own phone. Ringgggg, ringgggg, ri- "Hello? This is Spike speaking."
"Spike, your daughters been throwing up over and over again. What should I do?"
"I'll call in and tell them she has the flu. Is she running a fever?"
"No."
"Will you please stay with her? I know what this is. She's having a major anxiety attack. Something or someone triggered her."
"I'll take good care of her, sir."
"Thank you, Applejack."
She hung up the call and looked at me. All the sudden I lurched forward, and she instinctively pulled my hair back. I threw up again and again, until I fainted.
"Dashie! Please don't die on me!" I felt somebody's arms around me, and they were clearly crying. I slowly opened my eyes to see myself at a... Hospital?!? I heard a monitor beeping really quickly. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep... and so on. Everything was blurry, but I saw a girl was hugging me. I twitched uncomfortably, and she let go. "Dashie! You're alive!... Dashie? How many fingers am I holding up?" Fingers?
"They look more like bunny ears..." I murmured. My eyes started to come into focus a bit more. I looked at the girl and muttered "Applejack?" She smiled and hugged me again. "Applejack? What happened?"
"Shhhh. It'll be okay, Dashie." She muttered, lying down next to me and putting her arms around me.
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If We Don't Have Trust, We Don't Have Anything
FanfictionI think I'm in love. With my best friend. Applejack. She just so CUTE! But how do I know if I can trust her?
