Last Days Of Sunshine

Chapter 3


AN: I made a reference to that super duper sad Pinkie Pie cutie mark comic when Pinkie's talking. That's all. I'm thinking on making a chapter for each pony and their time with the princess. Sound good? Yea.


"Would you care to visit the princess with me?" asked Luna. "Perhaps they have a diagnosis."

"Yes, I'd like to see her," said Twilight.

Luna led the six ponies to the royal hospital chambers, and stopped in front of a large wooden door. It had a red cross painted on it. Luna pushed the door open to reveal Celestia lying on the bed.

It was a heartstring-pulling sight. She had grown thin, her bones showing through her broken skin, crusting sores covering almost every inch of her coat. A very large, very noticeable bump was on her neck, and a few were scattered on her chest.

"Princess!" cried Twilight, rushing to her mentor's side.

"Twilight?" came the raspy reply. "Twilight! My most faithful student, how are you?"

"Don't care about me, think about yourself! What's wrong? Why are you like this?"

"Twilight, I didn't want you to see me like this. I didn't want any of you to see me in this condition, however I'm glad you're here. I fear my time has come."

"No! I won't allow it," sobbed Twilight. The mere thought of her princess…dying was too much to bear. The sight of her sick body made Twilight weep. What would happen when the time actually came?

Just then, the doctor walked in.

"Doctor! Tell me, what's happening?" asked Luna.

The doctor took a deep breath. "We ran some tests, and we can conclude that, sadly, the princess has lymphosarcoma." Ignoring the ponies' confused looks, he carried on. "It's a type of cancer. Basically, she's getting tumors through the lymph nodes, which are tissues that help fight disease. Also, the sores on her body won't heal."

The ponies stood in shock and horror; the only movements were the tears that had begun to flow freely from the eyes of Luna.

"S-she'll get better, right?" whispered Twilight.

"I'm afraid the chances of one surviving this fateful disease are quite slim. In her condition, the princess… doesn't stand a chance."

Luna collapsed on the floor, sobs racking through her chest.

"This can't be!" she cried, leaning her head onto the bed. "Don't leave me, Tia!"

"Now, now, we all knew this day would come," said Celestia.

"How can you just lie there and tell me that?" yelled Luna. "Stop with all your 'I knew this would come' stuff! We are going to find a cure and we are going to make you better!"

"Luna's right," pleaded Twilight, walking over to the other side of the hospital bed. "There is light at the end of this tunnel."

"Doctor," asked Celestia. "Can you give me an estimate of how long I have…left?"

"In your case, I'd say about a week."

Everypony gasped.

"Only one week?" whispered Applejack.

"If I only had one more week to live, I'd go crazy," said Rainbow Dash, shaking her head.

"Don't worry, Princess, we'll help you make this last week the best week of your life!" cried Pinkie, her eyes shining with tears. "I had a friend who had your disease once. Her name was Blueberry. She got sick real fast but I made her happy and she stayed a bit longer. That's how I got my cutie mark, you know."

"You never told us that," said Rarity.

"It makes me sad to think about her," replied Pinkie, her voice somewhat muffled as she dug into her saddlebags for something.

She produced a large star-shaped balloon, and proceeded to blow it up. After expertly tying it with her mouth, she attached a string to it and tied it to the post of Celestia's hospital bed.

"Thank you," murmured Celestia. "I know I can count on you seven to help me get through this. I love you all. I'll hope you remember that."