Spike's Sacrifice: The Aftermath

Part 2

A few days had passed since Spike's admission to the hospital, and neither of the mares in his harem had moved since. Big Mac and Garble dropped by occasionally to make sure that they would eat.

Garble would also constantly check on his sister, who kept blaming herself. "If I had just gotten there a little faster...or if I had stayed by his side, I could have saved him!" she tells Garble.

"Smolder, its not your fault. The only ones to blame are Discord and the Legion of Doom. Even if you were there, you wouldn't have been able to stop the magic from hitting Spike."

"I could've taken the blast..."

"And then Spike would have been here, heart broken over you. Look, Smolder. I know it's hard for you to think otherwise, but it's not your fault, ok? It's not your fault at all. Stay strong for Spike...for me... "

In the emergency room of the Canterlot Hospital, Nurse Redheart was busy directing the doctors on what to do regarding the young drake, who had a full body cast on due to the injuries he had sustained. A knock sounded on the door, and an assistant opened it to reveal a few changelings, all wearing nurse scrubs. One bore a vial in his hooves, and the head nurse nodded to acknowledge their presence.

"Forgive my delay, Nurse Redheart," spoke the doctor, "but this was quite a difficult potion to put together. The last time we've had to make this-" he shuddered slightly from the memories. "Let's just say it wasn't good times back then."

"You're sure this will work?" she asks, eyebrow raised.

"Positive," affirms the doctor, and steps forth. The other doctors step aside and the changeling hovers over Spike's back, the only part of his body that had been spared from the bandages.

His assistants, knowing what to do, take up their positions, and as he begins pouring the lotion, they gently rub it into the young drake's wings. When the last drop falls, the changeling lands and says, "We weren't able to create a potion that would repair his current wings, but this was the closest we could come."

"So this potion will..."

"Give him changeling wings in place of the ones he currently has, and there may or may not be a few changes to his appearance. As this was only ever tested on changelings, and it was found that it often gave them a new horn-"

"Spike may grow a changeling horn," states Redheart.

"Yes."

She nods, wondering how to tell this news to Spike's harem. "Thank you again, doctor Aristos."

Spike was now in the recovery room, where he would have to stay for a few days so that the nurses could monitor his physical health. Almost as soon as Nurse Redheart leaves the room, Smolder approaches her. "Can we see Spike?" she asks, pleadingly.

To the dragoness' surprise, the nurse nods. "You may," she says, "but don't make any loud noises around him. Spike is still recovering after all."

Smolder dashes into the room, shortly followed by Scootaloo and the rest of the harem.

Spike opens his eyes slowly, wincing as the harsh, bright lights of the hospital are the first thing to greet his vision. Shielding his eyes with an arm, he winces as he feels a dull pain in his back, near his wings, which slowly spreads to that same, stinging sensation all over his body. His body aches, and he struggles to recall what had occurred to result in all this pain.

His eyes start to adjust to the still too bright lights, and he hears someone calling his name. He rubs his eyes and starts to make out a tall, orange blur next to his bed, which slowly turns into Smolder and Scootaloo.