Hard Times - Part 36
"Good morning, Robert!" A cheerful Rarity chimed.
"Good morning, Rarity!" I replied with just as much cheerfulness.
I was still lying on my bed in the hospital, recovering from whatever it was that was driving me insane a few days ago. The doctor, Doctor Whooves, tells me that I'll be here for about a month before he can let me go. Rarity, on the other hand took this as an opportunity to get away from her work to check up on me each and every day.
I was lying in a room to myself with the blinds shut. The room, though the light is poor and visibility is horrid, was simply too hot for me with the shades open. Rarity had begun opening the blinds to the room, but I managed to quickly stop her from doing so.
"Why don't you want me to open up the windows?" She asked me. "Don't you want some fresh air?"
"I'd love some air, Rare," I playfully responded, "it's just that, whatever happened to me left my skin extremely sensitive to light and heat now."
"...if you say so, dear." She answered back, seeming to buy my words.
My intensified smell could smell the aroma of blood and, since Rarity was the closest pony to me, all I could smell was her blood...her sweet, delicious, mouth watering, blood...
Snap out of it, you fool! You're talking about the pony equivalent of a girlfriend here, you know.
I know, but her blood is just...it just smells so good right now...
Don't even think about it! How do you think she'll react if she found out what you are or what you did last night?
You're right...but how do I sidestep that? It's not like I can keep a secret for the remainder of our lives...that's a bit over-the-top, you know.
Why not tell her when the time seems just right? I'm sure she'll understand, right?
No! If I told her what I've become - a monster - things will never be the same between us both.
You're right...looks like you're gonna have to play this smooth for the time being...
Told you so...I just hope the unusual behavior towards the sun, blood, and garlic doesn't give me away.
Hey, you never know.
"Is everything alright, dear?" Rarity asked, noticing how I was licking my lips.
Snapping out of my monstrosity, I answered her question with another question (what a plot twist!).
"I have a random question for you, dear," I said, "have you ever donated blood before?"
Smooth, Robert...real smooth...
"As a matter of fact, Robert," Rarity started, "I actually donated some blood before. It feels nice to help out others indirectly."
So the blood she donated must be around here somewhere...if only I could find it.
Robert, buddy, neither you not her had been here in a few years. What are the odds her blood is still looming around here and what are the odds you'd find it? Better yet, why do you want to devour your marefriend's blood? That's sick and disgusting! If you're going to feast on blood, at least leave hers out of it! Matter of fact, leave hers, Twilight's, Rainbow Dash's, Fluttershy's, Pinkie Pie's, Applejack's, and anyone else you know, leave their blood out of your mouth!
"Why do you ask, Robert?" Rarity asked me shortly afterwards.
"I just thought it'd be nice to know that I am with a heroine." I replied.
"Oh, I'm no heroine, Robert." She spoke.
"You are to somepony out there." I assured her.
We slowly approached each other thereafter and gave each other a little kiss on each other's cheek. Pulling my face away from hers, I began to feel my canine teeth sharpen themselves, so I concentrated to the maximum on reversing the sharpening, and quickly.
Hurry up, Robert! Don't want Rarity to know about the teeth yet, now don't we?
No, I do not...I thought I made this clear a while ago.
I thought so too, but apparently it wasn't enough...
Suddenly, Doctor Whooves came in and alerted Rarity and myself that visiting hours were almost done. As soon as he left, both of us glanced over at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening!
"Time sure flies by when you are with your loved ones, right Rarity?" I asked.
"It sure does, dear," she replied back, hopping out of the chair she was in. "I'll be back tomorrow again, Robert." She neared my face once more, giving me a kiss on my lips. "Sleep tight, sweetie."
"I will, dear," I replied as she stepped out of the room.
Good boy, Robert, you made it through ONE DAY without devouring your marefriend. Congratulations. One day down, a shit load more to go.
Hey! Don't talk like that! But, you know, now that she's gone, in only about three more hours, we can search for your feast that you oh-so desire...how's that sound?
THAT sounds wonderful! Now how do you want to pass the time by?
Sleep?
Sleep.
But I'm not tired, that's the thing...
So what do you suppose you do about that?
I don't know...I don't have a book or anything to do...
There is that television set up there in the corner, you know.
It's not that easy, for your information...
How so? Explain yourself.
Well, had we been back home, that box would've acted as a safe haven since you can get literally everything on tv...however, we're here...and that is the first tv I've ever seen in this world, you know. I don't recall seeing a tv on the show.
You don't recall a lot of things being seen on the show, mister...plus, you've been absent for a few years. Who's to say that technology hasn't advanced significantly here and they haven't discovered the wonderful, wonderful world of television?
I'm not one to say that, but I am one to request some blood entering my system, preferably now!
Not now...give it a few more minutes, the. We can prepare ourselves for the feast of a lifetime!