The chaos of the life-support machinery and the bare hospital ceiling was all Sarah could see. It was a chore to simply raise her head in hopes of seeing the balloons and the flowers around the room. She thought of the upcoming Halloween Monday. She thought of her "brother"--very much like an actual brother--whom she hadn't seen for way too long. He had promised her he would come visit her on that Monday, that he would bring candy, and that together they would look at the costumes parading about the hospital. Now it was only... how many days till Halloween?
It was hard to remember. It was hard to think. It was hard to see.
Very slowly, weakly, Sarah tried turning and lifting her head a little to take a look at the wall calendar. She made a few attempts, then gave up and nestled her head in the pillow again. She would maybe cry from this, but if there was something she had learned in the last few months, it was that when the sad and the scary things tried to get you down, you had just to try and laugh your problems away. Sarah clenched her hand even harder, the hand where she was holding her companion, her memento, Pinkie Pie.
She vaguely tried to recall the lyrics to Giggle at the Ghostie, but now thoughts slugged along like molasses, and soon Sarah found herself falling asleep. Only it was a bad kind of sleepiness: she also felt colder and weaker and the colors were draining from the world, and again, had she not the support of the gleeful pink pony, she would try to shout. Instead, she just smiled.
Then, as far as she knew, she fell asleep and woke up without noticing anything in between. But she must had been sleeping for some time... why otherwise would the room change?
Sarah lifted herself up and glanced around. Everything seemed to be in place, but... blurry, foggy, as if observed from kilometers away. And empty, with nopony to be seen around, not a single nurse, not a single patient.
"Hello?" she called out. "Anypony here?" She wasn't quite sure what was happening, or just not ready to admit it yet. But she instinctively tried to clutch the Pinkie Pie figurine again--and found out her fingers were holding nothing.
Oh no, Sarah thought. I've lost her! Where--
A voice from behind piped up: "Finally you've woken up, Sleepyhead McSleepson!"
Sarah turned around hurriedly, only to come face-to-face with a smiling pink face, enshrouded in a pinker mane not unlike cotton candy. "Are you-- Is this--", she stammered.
"My name is not Isthis, silly!" The pony giggled sweetly. "It's me, Pinkie Pie, and I just can't get over how awesome it is you finally woke up, I mean, you're almost late for your party!" Before Sarah realized what was going on, she found herself lifted and seated upon Pinkie Pie's back. "I think it's about time for you to have some fun, and believe me, it's going to be the bestest party ever, and I do mean EVER--", the pony chattered as she bounced away, towards the blurry wall, through it, and then into a black, but oddly comforting and peaceful darkness; "--there'll be balloons and streamers and pin the tail on the pony and confetti and cake and games and dancing and singing and I invited everypony I could, and I think you wanted to take part in the Nightmare Night celebration, and we're going to have that as well!"
And atwitter like that, Pinkie Pie continued with her young passenger towards a light visible in the distance, a light that beckoned with twirling rainbow colors and increasingly louder, jolly music.
"It's over", the nurse declared quietly, laying her hand on Sarah's unmoving heart while the machinery mourned with a flat tone.
But, elsewhere entirely, the party was just beginning.
And there was a special guest invited, though he didn't know that yet, deep in grief. But no matter when would he set out to the party--and it would be a long time before he would--he was guaranteed to arrive in time.