Bob Stooch and a few of the Pegasus ponies huddled around the non-burning shop and arched their backs up and placed their hooves firmly into the ground. Beating against the sand, the ponies that were running towards the fire stopped dead in their tracks, noticing the police and firefighter’s deep expressions, some cowered back, others continued on, shouting, chanting, and screaming in awe. ‘What the hell happened to these ponies?’ some thought as the sheer blast of ponies was about to immerge with the few stallions and mares that hung proudly together to respect their ranks, and their duty. However, one fled before the storm and another was about to tag along before tripping under another ponies hoof, leading the rest to tumble one after one, Bob fell over a stallion with a mare landing back first into his own. The last thing Bob remembered was the summer scent of their perfume.
Waking up a long while after, he was being taken by a stretcher into an available room in the local hospital. The quiet conversation by a nurse and two other ponies were all blurry, and hard to hear. He noticed that one was a Pegasus firefighter that he must’ve fell on, or was pushed, or shoved. He couldn’t remember. The other must of have been a local that either came to their senses after the riot assault, or was just one of the few stragglers that didn’t bother on joining the event. The mare said a few more kind replies before brushing them off and returning to her patient, Bob Stooch. The local cop. The sheriff, the local drunk, the local idiot, the local crazed stallion, and the local fighter. The mare nurse uttered a few, bright words of comfort, assuring Bob that he was going to be okay before taking out a little bottle, a medical syringe, and placed her forehoof around the base of the needle, and soon extracted some type of liquid from the bottle, Bob read the brand name and soon smiled softly, his facial expression must have been enough to please his nurse because she smiled back, Bob laid his head back and began to embrace the medicine that he was going to be given. He heard the rustling and fidgeting of the needle being placed into the small, thin, clear tubing only planted together by a cap. The tube sucked up the liquid beautifully. It sprang up to the end of tube, into the vein on his shoulder where the tubing had been attached to, taken aback he could see the nurse had these amazing crystal clear eyes, and this thoughtful smile, and those beautiful teeth that were ever so white he couldn’t quite comprehend on how beautiful were they. She winked slowly and that was enough to give Bob the biggest erection possible, thankfully the hospital bed sheets were thick and loose, not too snug and tight, otherwise she would’ve known the full emotions that were jumping through his entire body. The way her left cheek cracked and lightly jiggled as she gave one last smile of courage before trotting off to some other helpless, lucky, patient was enough to satisfy his life for at least, one day. If not ever again.
He later woke up, again. This time it was nighttime, and the lights were on at the hospital. Only, then, he saw two nurses reeling a dead patient through the hallways, bloody patches were all the way up to his arm, big fresh ones still, like this only must of happened today, a couple hours earlier. He tried asking to see what was up, but nothing, though he heard the nurse quietly whisper that this was the second one today. “Second, what?” he quietly muttered under his breath. Unsure of how to process this, he wanted to get up and do something about it. The bed was no longer his priority, but this newfound evidence was. Maybe this could help him with his other case that he had to attend to whenever he was feeling ready. As soon as he lifted his head the slightest, the pain came reeling back through his bruised head. He doesn’t know, but something must have hit him hard to put him down and out cold. Otherwise he would’ve murdered the bastard who had done this too him, the burning sensation definitely came from his temple, specifically on the right side. He cursed, and attempted to make a coherent sentence about the hospital ponies being dicks, but instead, ended up sounding like a garbled mess. He wished that there was painkillers to ease his excruciating head trauma, even that drug seemed nice. Some marijuana would kill the pain, that’s for sure. Now he only thought about smacking crown royals down his throat until it burned right through. He slapped his face profusely, without acknowledging the scene he was making if some pony was standing at the doorway. He lied back and let the back of his head sink into the amazing pillows, the drug must have worn off of him, or something. Whatever it was, he sure needed another dosage, possibly two. His head twirled round and round that the room was almost spinning, his breathing became hard, he clenched his fist, his mouth was reusing his saliva to make some sort of homemade drink, sucking it back after and after. The olive color-coated walls split in half with the white finish overlapping it kept him focused on why this was happening, or he would’ve went completely insane. He coughed and wheezed, and punched his chest unmercifully, he couldn’t take it so he shifted around the bed to find the emergency button because he knew there had to be one, as it was standard procedure. Fidgeting around, he didn’t want break or bend his fragile tubing’s that lodged up in his arm and in his nostril. His coughing became more severe, struggling to catch a breath, he looked on both sites thoroughly but couldn’t find any sort of button, nor any different colors on the wall to incent any sort of button. Maybe he was just being delusional again, but he knew that this pain wouldn’t go on much longer, he vomited all over his nice sheets.
That was all that he thought about: Those nice sheets,
Now, things were getting bad, it seemed like his whole body had a sudden change of pace, now it seemed like it was acting the same with his monotonous coughs. Acting out of place, and just in complete shock. He struggled to get this machine that sat beside him that showed his heart meter beeping and he seemed mortified when he saw that it was racing faster than he could comprehend. 179-185-193-201…than he lost balance and focus like all his weight suddenly fell on top of his body, he stopped trying to hold on to the machine before falling off the bed, his upper half sliding off before his lower followed with both meeting each other half-way before impact. He could barely open his eyes, let alone keep them straight. The last thing he could remember was what appeared to be a doctor, and a nurse ran through the room to help him when he passed out.