Reminds me of Johnny Got His Gun, only this is less depressing.

Man, that must suck.
 
I mean, imagine if you’re just a normal guy, living a normal life, who one day just so happened to be in that one certain spot at that exact wrong moment.
 
You spend weeks, maybe even months completely immobile, unable to talk or even change the TV channel (not that there’s ever anything good on.)
 
You see people come and go, with friends and family visiting, but you don’t have anyone to visit you. Days blur from a string of painful days and fitful nights into a dull sort of sadness that just seems to become the status quo for your entire bedridden life.
 
Then, for the first time after… Who knows how long, you see her. Some brash, colourful girl who gets put next to you, who talks to you, even if you can’t talk back. Suddenly you spend your waking hours listening to this girl, and all her friends come by to visit and talk to her. By night you fall asleep listening to her mope, or watch her reading just out of the corner of your eye. You wonder about her, and it doesn’t take too long for her to become the highlight of your day. But even if you could talk to her, you doubt that you could even work up the courage. So you settle for fantasy, imagining her walking up to your bed in the night and snuggling herself beside you, all warmth and comfort and something you haven’t experienced in what feels like years: actual human intimacy.
 
Of course, one day you wake up and find the bed empty. No more moaning, or aimless talking, or her protests against the doctors and nurses. Then it’s back to life as it always was. Empty and cold and lonely.
 
You remember her name was Rainbow something-or-other? Maybe you could ask the nurses. Except you can’t. You still can’t say a word.
 
Who knows when you’ll get out of this place.
 
Will you ever even see her again?
 

 
TL;DR: Read the damn thing yourself.

I just noticed there’s a tear dripping out of his eye.
 
Damn. :(

Drako:  
watxhing through the window  
Night Watchman:  
What the..  
Drako go home!  
Your shift ended hours ago  
Drako:  
sigh  
you’re right  
i know it  
i see their faces and know how they feel  
Watchman:  
You’re not a bad person Drako  
You can’t help everyone  
Drako:  
thanks but it doesn’t help  
sigh  
I’m a doctor and a perfectionist  
that’s not a good mix to have  
I never feel like i’ve done enough to help people  
Watchamn:  
we do what we can  
but you aren’t helping anyone by staying here  
Drako:  
sigh  
yeah  
I’m going now  
Watchman:  
you want me to call a cab?  
Drako:  
No  
I need to be alone with my thoughts

:c

Real = Normal

Part of me thinks that if he were real, Rainbow wouldn’t love him as much.

he is doomed to be hurt and probably die early and yet he loves her…  
all my feels

 
“…Being normal… I guess…”

Why is this the best pairing ever. All my feels. ;~;

Poor guy who’s cutie mark is getting hurt