Changing of the Guard
Never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
Silver Dust stared at the ceiling from the bed of his small room. Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the heartbeat monitor standing like a sentinel on his left. Beep, Beep, Beep. It was the clock that ticked away his hours alone in the hospital bed. The grey Earth Pony hated the monotony of it all. Silver examined one of his hooves. The dark grey fur was getting patchy, one of the side effects of the medicine. He shifted in the bed, drawing the blanket around himself with his hooves. It was cold. He didn't sleep anymore. He wasn't tired enough to sleep. All he could do was stare at the ceiling, counting the tiles one by one, over and over, until the nurse came round with his medication.
He could tell by the way that the nurses talked that he didn't have much longer. They spoke in hushed voices outside his door and then wore large fake smiles that faded as soon as t