“This sucks.”
Rainbow sat up on her bed, muttering angrily under her breath as she stared intently at her braced-up right foot. She then looked down at the picture she had just taken.
It’s been a day since the incident and she could still feel the wave of regret and embarrassment washing over her. She almost didn’t want to send the picture. But her friends were insistent on seeing how bad it was. To know if she needed help. Or to check if she’s still in pain.
It certainly didn’t hurt as much as her pride did.
Even then, Rainbow knew she couldn’t let that get in the way of her friends trying to be supportive. So with a heavy sigh, she uploaded the photo to the group chat.
It didn’t take long before her notifications started going off as her friends filled the chat with an endless string of messages. It was actually a bit overwhelming for her as she tried to stay caught up with what they were saying, but Rainbow did manage to pick up on a few blurbs.
“Oh, my goodness!” Fluttershy replied back worriedly. “I know what to do! I’m going to your house first thing tomorrow and bringing all my herbal teas and scented candles!”
“Nah, she just needs something to cheer her up,” Pinkie chimed in, trying to put a positive spin on things. “Ooh, like cupcakes! Maybe cookies too. Do you have a favorite flavor, Dashie?”
Rainbow couldn’t help but crack a smile, practically hearing their voices as she read each one of their messages.
“Now, why the heck did you have to do a dumb thing like that?” Applejack asked accusingly. “Saw the whole thing from the stands. You know darn well you coulda just caught the ball easy!”
“She’s right, you know,” Twilight pointed out. “You’re not exactly in the most ideal shape to pull off whatever stunt you had in mind. You’re lucky the Wonderbolts still managed to win.”
But Rainbow just rolled her eyes and shrugged. She knew they meant well, but she certainly didn’t need to be lectured.
“Hey, don’t worry so much about it,” Sunset tried to reassured. “You have four to six weeks. So maybe take it easy while you’re healing up. You know, take some time to rest.”
“Oh, definitely,” Rarity added. “If I were in your position, darling, I would use that ankle as an excuse to splurge and treat myself. Granted, I already do that. But my point still stands. Haha!”
At first, Rainbow had a good laugh at the idea of her two heaviest friends giving her advice like that. But as she felt her fat belly shake with every chuckle, her smile began to fade.
Four to six weeks…
Only then did it sink in how much can actually happen in four to six weeks. She was already having a hard enough time keeping her weight down as it is. How much harder will it be now that she’s got a twisted ankle holding her back? How much heavier will she end up being by the time it heals? How much longer will she have to put up with all this extra weight?
Looking down again at that cumbersome brace, Rainbow groaned as she fell back on her bed. She cringed slightly as she felt her flabby gut wobble beneath her skin-tight tee, dreading what’s to come of her growing waistline.
“This really sucks.”
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Rainbow - 304 lbs