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“Trixie!” exclaimed anon as she stumbled almost drunkenly through the door, and then faceplanted onto the floor.
 
Anon dashed over to the mare as she began to pick herself up,the bruises on her face and body swelling as she seemed to be holding back from crying in pain. Trixie moaned in apparant pain as she was covered in bruises, she looked as if she had been in a fight. As anon reached out a hand, Trixie pushed it away, but not forcibly; sometimes she was stubborn as a mule.
 
“The great and powerful Trixie does not need your help to get up…” mumbled Trixie, as she stumbled forward again. Ignoring her stubborn protests, anon picked her up so she could stand on her hooves again and aided her through the entry-way to their apartment.
 
“Come on Trixie let’s get you onto the couch, I’ll get some ice for you” reassured anon as he helped her across the living room, her left leg slightly limping; anon hoped it wasn’t broken.
 
Looking at her eyes as she lay down on the couch, anon noted that Trixie was crying, her violet eyes shining with tears as they came out in a downpour.
 
“Trixie… You’re okay, you’re alright” whispered anon, grabbing a tissue box and giving them to her, “I just need to get you some ice and some ibuprofen then y~~”
 
“Why does everyone hate me!” bawled Trixie, her body wracked with sobs, her eyes boring into anons with their pleading.
 
“I..I k-keep t-trying to entertain them, but~~ but nothing works!” she exclaimed, anon handed her some more tissues, along with placing some ice-packs on her bruises.