Schmutz eventually returned with a doctor as ordered, who proceeded to scold Falcata for leaving her bed before diagnosing Kris. Falcata refused to rest until she knew Kris would be okay, but it didn't take long for that conclusion to be drawn. She cracked two ribs, and had managed a few cuts and scrapes, but she would recover in short order, the doctor had told her. Much to Falcata's relief, the blood on Kris' mouth was from a cut lip, not a punctured lung.
With another dose of pain killing magic working through both of them, Kris had finally managed to slip off to sleep. Falcata managed to convince the doctors to relocate her next to her daughter, and she collapsed into bed. She was too worked up to sleep though, and at long last, she magically fetched a quill and piece of paper to record her thoughts.
Falcata's Diary Addenda - 23rd Felsite
I can't believe I forgot to mention that none other than Commissar Abel was here in the hospital as Toltot brought my sorry hide here. It seems his selfless reputation is well deserved, as he was checking up on the wounded like they were family. He personally wished me well, and if I hadn't been in such pain at the time I'd have probably giggled like a foal.
In other news, it seems that Khenal has finally awoken from his coma. He left the hospital while I was still sleeping, so I didn't speak with him, but I'm glad he's alright.
24th Felsite
Kris and I were woken by a young filly galloping into the hospital late tonight, who I was later to learn was Captain Carrot's daughter, Lilac. I can definitely see the resemblance both physically and in behavior now.
I didn't pay her much mind, even when she started talking to Kris, until she mentioned she knew what was really wrong with me. I hadn't spoken with any doctors today, so I had no clue what she was going on about, but she told Kris that my stomach was rotting. I thought she was just making things up or exaggerating like foals often do, but Kris was practically hysterical. It was all I could do to calm her down. Lilac dropped the point eventually after planning events after my death, and offered for Kris to join her elsewhere. After a little encouragement on my part, she did so, leaving me for the first time in over a day.
Hopefully she forgets about that nonsense. As soon as the doctors get a splint on my leg, I'll be out of here. I should bring up the nausea and vomiting with Dr. Bubbles though. Perhaps he has something he can treat it with.
25th Felsite
Today was... awful, to put it very mildly.
I thought Lilac was making things up, but when I finally spoke with Dr. Bubbles this morning, he admitted it was true. He can't explain it, but my stomach is somehow decaying. I knew I was sick... but I never expected that. He gave me some medication that has settled my stomach a bit, and I was finally able to eat a little something this afternoon, but he made it pretty clear that there was nothing more he could do. My body will have to fight it off if I'm going to live, and I could tell from his expression and comments that the odds weren't good. When I pressed him for more, he told me I probably had a few months to maybe a year to live. The decay was very slow, he said. Little comfort.
I decided not to tell Kris, hoping she wouldn't remember it at all. I felt numb. I still don't think it's settled in my mind that I'm dying.
I forgot all about that a few hours later when the commissar returned however. Much to my horror, he was carrying Kris, who was injured. The doctors came and found she had a few cracked ribs, but it was nothing she wouldn't recover fully from. That was a tremendous relief, but I still feel jittery about it. I barely managed to get anything but apologies from her, but she said she and Lilac were playing in the forest when a tentacle pony attacked them.
I was devastated that she would do something like that. If the commissar hadn't been there at just the right moment, she would be dead or worse right now, and that's something I can't even begin to think about. I owe him more than I can give for bringing her back to me. I must thank him next time I see him... I was too shaken up to do so while he was here. He ran off to go find Lilac once he discovered she was still loose in the wilderness somewhere. I dearly hope the filly is alright, if anypony can help her, it's him.
Kris has finally settled down and gone to sleep. She thinks I'm angry at her, and maybe I am. She knew better than to go out in the forest, and this is exactly why. I'm too upset and worried about her to be truly mad at her right now. Every time she wakes and groans, it tears at my heart. At least she's here where I can watch her again. I try to do everything I can for her, but I can't be everywhere at once.
I... just hope that I'll be here long enough.
((Armok's beard, that turned out even longer than the last one I think. I get a bit carried away writing these things!))