Keep on Skating (An appledash fanfic)

Chapter 19

Rainbow's POV

So very tired. Everything hurt. I was currently laying in a hospital bed, Applejack sitting beside me. I was so bored and extremely tired.

But I needed to stay awake. The doctor said I might have a concussion. Whatever. I don't think it matters.

I sigh as I stare at the tv that was turned on. Paw patrol was on. But the pain in my body and the trauma from what happened earlier kept me from enjoying the show. Stupid pain. Stupid dad. Stupid me. Stupid life.

I cross my arms slowly, suddenly torn between anger and depressed. I look over at Applejack. Immediately all my anger and frustration went away. She was looking at me, her beautiful green eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. I couldn't look away. I didn't want to either. I know it sounds corny, but it felt like all the pain in my body left as I gazed into her grassy green eyes.

"How you feel'n??", she asked me, her angelic voice soft.

I didn't wanna lie or tell them truth. She'd be worried either way. So I just shrugged.

"Tired", I say truthfully.

I stare at her for while longer. I had managed to free myself of her trance but then I was too bored and rirwd to look away. I had nothing better to do.

She stared back. I look at her hands. They suddenly looked very interesting to me. Not sure why I had the urge to play with them.

I reach over and take her left hand. I bring her hand over so I could look at it up close. I just sat there, moving her fingers carefully. I swear, they had my full attention.

I suddenly heard a quiet laugh. I turn my head to look at Applejack. She was laughing. She lookedat me.

"Ya havin' fun??", she asked.

Heck yeah I was. Her hand was the most interesting thing in this room other than her eyes and the talking cartoon dogs on the tv screen. Her skin was rough on her palm yet smooth on top.

I nod. "Yeah".

I suddenly heard the sliding glass door move. Me and Applejack look up to see the doctor come in. He smiled.

"Hey".

I noticed Applejack sit up. I look at her then back at the doctor.

"So how do you feel??", He asked me.

How do I feel??. Sore, on edge now, in pain, my own dad tried to kill me. I am not okay.

"Tired".

It wasn't a lie.

He walked over to us. He looked at his clipboard.

"Well I checked your x-rays", he said. "Thankfully you only have bruised up ribs and a few cuts and bruises".

Then he looked up at me. He had a serious look on his face.

"Now we didn't get the chance to ask you, but what happened??".

I felt myself freeze. The dreaded question was here. I tense up, trying to figure what to do. Should I lie??. I know I said I was going to tell the truth. But now I'm not too sure.

"Uh....... well um...".

My heart was racing. I could hear it.

If I tell my life could fall apart. I'll be put into foster care and taken from my friends and my skating rink and Strike. I don't think I could handle that.

I look at the doctor. I take a deep breath and let it out.

"My dad beat me up".

The man looked surprised. He came closer.