It didn't take long to reach the library. Twilight was shivering the whole way, and all she really wanted to do was sleep the pain off. The unicorn didn't even know how she'd fallen through the ice and hit her head the way she did. She was able to remember what had happened just moments before, though.
That was a very nice memory.
Twilight had never seen something like that coming. Maybe she'd gotten caught up in the moment, but when you were being held by the pony you loved, looking up into their sparkling eyes... You lose yourself. The unicorn hadn't ever been at a loss of words like this before. The way Pinkie had held her like a fragile piece of glass that could have been easily broken and the way she'd held her so close as if to protect her from the dangers surrounding her... It made her love Pinkie even more.
After all, who wouldn't love a mare like that?
As they reached the doorstep to the library, Twilight didn't even knock. She opened the door and walked in casually.
"Spike! I'm back!" The unicorn shouted, trotting into the room. Pinkie Pie followed her, smiling all the way.
Spike, however, had jumped at the mention of his name in that tone, and rushed down the stairs. Well, tripping and falling down the stairs. The dragon quickly pushed himself back up and raced over in front of Twilight with the most apologetic look he could muster.
"I'm really sorry, Twi! I didn't mean to do it! I just wanted you to be happy and for you to confess to--Pinkie?" Spike rubbed his eyes, staring at the pink pony incredulously.
Pinkie Pie giggled, but didn't say anything. Twilight was giving him the look that meant you'd-better-tell-me-what's-going-on.
"What in the name of Celestia are you talking about, Spike?" Her eyes narrowed dangerously. The dragon's eyes widened at the realization that he'd just incriminated himself.
"You... You don't know?" He held his tail between his claws; a clear sign of his nerves.
"Tell me." Twilight shook her drenched scarf off and let her saddlebag fall to the floor. She didn't look away from Spike.
Pinkie squeezed herself between the dragon and her unicorn. Behind her, she pushed Spike back a few spaces. "Aww, come on, Twilight! He's sorry for whatever he did... Oh, and doesn't your head still hurt from that fall you had?"
"Fall?" Spike inched around Pinkie Pie to give Twilight a questioning look. She reached up for her head, wincing at the pain.
"I guess you're right, Pinkie. I'll let you off the hook this time, Spike. Whatever you lied about, don't do it again... Would you please get me some ice, a few pillows, and two towels?" Twilight went over her mental checklist, nodding as she said each item. Spike let out a sigh of relief before saluting and getting everything she'd asked for.
Twilight let herself get comfortable on the cold floor. Pinkie lay down beside her, nuzzling just behind the unicorn's ear.
"You don't want to rest in your room? It might not be a good idea to sit on the floor unless you have the deadly Floor Flu, which in this case you don't! I know because when you have Floor Flu, you can't talk right and you can't stop thinking about how shiny the floor is!" She giggled at the thought. "I've had it before, and truuust me, you don't want it! I even thought you transformed into the floor!"
"Floor Flu? Pinkie, that sounds ridiculous--"
"You trust me, Twi, remember?" The seriousness after such an absurd statement caught Twilight off guard. She looked back at Pinkie to make sure she wasn't pulling a fast one. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, and Twilight almost forgot that the pink pony had asked her a question.
