//------------------------------// // Chapter 8 // Story: All Good Things // by Jasmine_Vonstarlight //------------------------------// All Good Things Chapter 8 /Celestia’s Point of View\ “Get her in that gurney, stat! Where the hay are my syringes?! Can somepony please call for her sister?!” “I’m right here”, I reply hastily to the rushing nurse. I had come by to check on Luna and the doctor, only to witness her falling into a spasm right in the waiting room. The ponies waiting to be called back to the medical offices didn’t know whether to bow to me, cry in shock at the sight of Luna, or simply panic at the situation. I galloped through the room and headed straight through the door, in close pursuit to the doctors currently strapping Luna down to a wheeled stretcher. I’ve never seen her like this, never once have I seen her have a seizure, especially one this violent. I saw her as she hit the ground, and began twitching violently, shouting unintelligible thing in a frightened tone. Was she having another nightmare, this one while she was awake? This most certainly proves the theory that Showers presented earlier. I shakily approach my sister, afraid of what I might see. Her eyes are wide open, but it is clear that she is hallucinating. Trying to comfort her, I stroke her mane, but she shrieks in pain and draws back. “We can’t have her thrashing about, she’s going to hurt herself!” I hear somepony say. “Everypony out of ze way, NOW!”, I hear a familiar voice shout. I see Dr. Sigmund galloping full speed down the hallway, with a tranquilizer in his magical grasp. “Doctor, are you sure that won’t make her more scared?” I ask, quite fearful myself by the sight of the needle. “It von’t matter, dear princess! We can’t risk having her break a wing, or worse, snapping her neck!”. “Do as you must then...” He seizes one of Luna’s flailing hooves and slips the needle into one of her veins. She stops instantly, and her eyes shrink to the size of pin pricks. Her limbs fall flat onto the gurney, completely immobilized, but her mouth keeps moving as if murmuring some silent incantation. “Get her in an examination room now. She is ze first priority!”, Dr. Sigmund yells as he receives five or six ‘yes sir’ responses. He turns to the frozen Busy Body and asks, “Vhat is the hay happened here?!” “I can assure you... it wasn’t me...” “I am vell aware of zat! You aren’t ze type to do such an act, but surely something must have happened!” “She just walked over the threshold into the waiting room, and... this started”, he replies in a sincere tone. “This couldn’t be Nightmare Moon fighting against her, could it?” I ask with a distinct tone of worry in my voice. “Zat is vhat I fear, dear princess. Mein little Luna und I vere just discussing zat possibility in her appointment”. Walking away quickly, he beckons, "Come, princess. Zere are things we must attend to...", as I follow closely behind him. The nurses rush Luna into the emergency wing, past the main doors. I can see a large commotion going outside the doors, with the royal guards blocking several news ponies from bursting in. Rushing her quickly into an emergency room, Dr. Sigmund leans over Luna, and takes her in his hooves. "Mein little Luna! I know you can hear me, it is Sigmund!”, he states very seriously. But Luna responds in a way that... scares me... “I KNOW NOT WHO YOU ARE!!” she shrieks in a shrill voice that splits our eyes. I jump out of the shock, and a strange motherly instinct comes over me. I bend down close to Luna and she does her best to wriggle away from me while under the sedatives. She gives me a deathly stare. “Luna... I’m here...”, I try saying. I HAVE NO SISTER I turn to Dr. Sigmund and ask, “What kind of black magic is this? There is no way this is my Lulu, something is controlling her. Is she trancing or something?” “Zere is a high possibility of zat being ze case, in fact, this could even be Nightmare Moon speaking...” “YES IT IS”, she barks out as she inhales sharply, “WHO ELSE DO YOU THINK I AM?!” LUNA IS MINE NOW “That’s enough!” I shout as my horn glows with golden radiance. I shoot a beam of light into Luna’s bloodshot eyes, to the sound of her, or that monster, writhing in pain. “I command thee awake!” Luna’s eyes roll back into her head, and as they come back around, I see that they have returned to their normal, large, adorable state. Her eyelids snap shut, and starts breathing deeply and heavily. Dr. Sigmund checks her pulse and tells me, “She is sleeping, no need to worry. Nurse, undo ze straps please”, as he and two other nurses remove the bindings over Luna’s tiny hooves. I sit back on my haunches, pick her up with my forehooves, and cradle her gently. I start to cry silently at the agony that this child is going to have to live with. Is there nothing I can do? “What course of action would you like to take, mein princess?”, Sigmund asks quietly. I sit and contemplate the question for a while, focusing more on the sleeping filly in my hooves. Again, what could I possibly do? “How much were you able to collect from that episode, doctor?”, I ask. “To put it frankly, I think we learned quite a lot from zis instance. Now that we know zat Nightmare Moon is acting as a second conscious in Luna, we could try to combat ze monster if she rears her head once again.” This unsettles me to some degree, but I know that for Luna’s sake, it must be done. “How exactly do you plan on fighting this partition of Luna’s mind without damaging the other?” “Your mages are more talented at introspection magics than I am, und vhen it comes to editing somepony’s mind, I am not as qualified as zey are. I deal with ze physical und mental sciences, not as much of possessions. I am sorry, mein Princess...”, he says sadly, drooping his head a little bit. “Oh no, it’s fine doctor. In fact, you been a huge help today. There is nothing to apologize for”, I reply. “I just wish zere was more I could do to help...” “Believe me, I feel the same way...”, I admit, defeatedly. Armed with the knowledge of how to deal with the possibility of future... issues... I fly through the castle itself, not wanting to travel directly to Luna’s bedroom and risk letting the paparazzis get a shot or two. Thinking over all of this, the more I remember the sight of NIghtmare Moon being defeated, so regardless of what my ponies are telling me, I think I’m starting to believe that the monster is actually dead, and perhaps, left Luna with some sort of residual impairment. The word schizophrenia chills my thoughts, bipolar disorder ices it over. These are simply scary things, but it is entirely possible that Luna cannot let go of some of the things she has endured... All I know is that she is back to being mine for now... and how I hope she remains that way for the next few hours or days. She looks physically exhausted, and sleeps heavily in my hooves as I fly somewhat awkwardly without my forehooves. Arriving in her room, I curl the both of us in tightly with my wings encircling her, watching her silently rest on a plethora of velvet pillows and plushes. This is the Luna I remember... This is the Luna I want.