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// Doctor's Office 
// Story: Wonders 
// by Moniker 
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Wonders
By Dancing With Discord

Warning: This chapter has blood all around it read on now if you want.

Doctor's Office






Scootaloo opened her purple eyes. She coughed a bit. Not too bad. Scootaloo let out a long yawn. She heard her door open slightly with a creak. She turned to see who else but Spitfire. "Hey there champ. How are you feeling?" she asked.
Scootaloo started a coughing fit which startled Spitfire. "It...It’s getting better," Scootaloo claimed.
Spitfire nodded slowly. I've seen this routine millions of times, with my more dependent Wonderbolts. Spitfire didn't believe her for a second. She grew closer to Scootaloo. Suddenly Spitfire jumped back as Scootaloo again had a coughing fit. Scootaloo felt something though, something musty in her throat. Spitfire saw the orange filly gulped slightly. She was suspicious. She walked over to the orange filly. "Can I see your hoof?" she asked.
Scootaloo tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she asked back.
Spitfire ignored the question. "Give me your hoof," she said strictly.
Scootaloo with a confused look on her face held out her hoof. "Oh sweet Celestia!" Spitfire yelled. "Y...Your hoof It...It's bloody!" she screamed.
Scootaloo looked at where her palm would be there was blood there. She started a scream only to be cut off by a loud cough sending more blood out her mouth. 
"We have to get you to a hospital!" she picked up Scootaloo with her wings. Like most Pegasi even if Scootaloo knew how to fly, while they are sick they can't fly too well. 





Spitfire let the door open by itself. She set down Scootaloo. "Alright, go sit over there," she pointed at a seat. She then ran frantically to the desk.
"Yes, do you have an appointment?" one of the nurses asked.
Spitfire shook her head. "No, but, I think my daughter is in dire need of medical attention," Spitfire blurt out.
"What makes you say that?" the nurse asked.
Spitfire took a breath to calm down. "Okay, so my daughter, she was in bed getting rid of a cold she started to have yesterday, when I came in she started to cough frantically and soon, soon blood started to come out," she felt a jolt of scare run through her body in thought she might lose her adopted daughter. 
"Yes, that sounds something you need to talk to a doctor right away," the nurse put down a new patent. 
Spitfire let out a sigh of relief. She then took a seat next to Scootaloo.





It's been two hours; Scootaloo's cough is only worsening.  She felt her worry grow into terror. In the back of her head she heard voices. What if she's hurt? What if she's too sick? What if I never gain her trust?  She wanted two things since she adopted Scootaloo. She wanted her to be safe, and she wanted her trust what if she is just short of her goal. Scootaloo turned her head as she had an even worse coughing fit. Spitfire felt something snap in her. She rose from her seat. She proceeded to the help desk. "Please miss, we're doing the best we can," she told the argumentative Spitfire.
"I'm sure you are, but, well my daughter's condition is getting worse by the second!" she pointed at Scootaloo practically falling to the ground.
The nurse nodded. "I see that, Ms. Spitfire, however, we still have many more ponies to see," the nurse sighed.
Something snapped. "I don't give a flying feather about every-pony else, my daughter could cough her lungs out any moment, either you bring her with you or I'll do it myself!" she stomped her hoof on the desk.
The nurse lowered her head. "Well, I-I can't do t-that, w-we have rules," she fought back.
"Is one of those rules denying a possibly dying filly?" she leaned in at the die part.
The nurse gave an auditable sigh. She rolled her eyes. "Fine, come with me," she opened the door.
"That's more like it," Spitfire raised her head proudly.





The nurse led them to a room. Soon a doctor walked in seeing the filly. "Um...I'm not sure you know this, but I only do serious injuries a-" he jumped back as Scootaloo coughed up some blood.
The doctor put his hoof to his chin. "This is strange," he observed Scootaloo for a moment. "Can you open our mouth?" he asked.
Scootaloo immediately opened her mouth as wide as she could. He looked around the mouth; there were spots the doctor could clearly see. "Well, I'll just say have her take this every week starting now," he handed her a tube.
"The first dose is free for you," he told her. "Here, I'll give her the first shot," he grabbed a similar tube. He looked at Scootaloo as he put the tube on her flank. "Are you ready?" the doctor asked.
Scootaloo gave a silent cough and nodded. "Yes," she said with a slight crackly voice.
The doctor pushed the tube's top. A loud click filled the small white room. "Did you feel anything?" Spitfire asked in a really worried tone.
Scootaloo shook her head. "Nah, I've been s... never mind," she stopped herself.
"And remember, if she does not take that medicine once every week, well, whatever is making her sick will start to slowly eat away at her, and if she is to miss a dose, the rest is useless, keep that in mind, be sure she takes it every week," the doctor warned. Spitfire nodded and walked out the door with Scootaloo. 





Spitfire and Scootaloo walked inside "When am I going to get better?" she asked out loud.
Spitfire sighed sadly. "Look, you have got to remember to take this Flim Flam Super Speedy Healing nine thousand," she stopped Scootaloo half way up the stairs. Scootaloo nodded. "I know," she responded. 
Spitfire sent Scootaloo right to bed after dinner. She sighed as she sat on her bed. That was a close one, I almost lost her. Spitfire thought. She started to dream.





She twisted and turned in her bed. Dear parents,
Since I knew you all you did was abuse me, by the time you read this, well, I'll be gone by then. Off to start a new life.
~Spitfire
Spitfire jolted awake. "Not again," she sighed. She kept waking up with the same dream. It frightened her what if she hadn't built up the courage to run away, would she still be captain of the Wonderbolts? Or would the Wonderbolts have even existed? She was the first ever Wonderbolt. She let a sigh slip her lips; she laid back and just stared at the roof of her room.