In the waiting room of the hospital's paternity wing, two adult ponies, or horses, whatever you want to call them, sat on the chairs in the hall. One of them, a gray stallion with a red mane, seemed to be really impatient. He wasn't normally impatient, he was actually a really calm stallion. However, all this waiting, for all this time, and all that worry, had finally got to him.
The other pony, or horse, patted the stallion's back. This one was a mare, white coat, with a yellow, short mane. She didn't have to wait all that much, since she just woke up half a day ago, the stallion, however, didn't even sleep, he was always sort of stubborn.
A stallion in a white lab coat, light brown coat, and dark brown mane, entered the room, both ponies stood up and looked at this stallion, the doctor.
"I'm afraid I have both good news, and bad news, about your little filly,” he began. “First of all, I should explain the situation, right?" Both horses nodded, almost at the same time.
Let’s take a small break here, just to explain some things before continuing. The white mare gave birth to her filly a day ago; yes, a day ago, 24 hours; she hasn't even seen her little baby, and the doctors took it away from her. She knew about the tests they had to do to see if the filly had problems, but it wouldn't normally take that long. By now she was terribly worried.
"Well, you should know about our tests to see if the little thing's okay, and yes, she's okay... kind of.” The worried look in the doctor’s face appeared, which made the horses’ worry to grow even more. “We're very sorry that you both had to wait this much, but we needed more time to decide if her condition would need special treatment." The stallion put an angry face, and jumped in front of the doctor.
"What do you mean by 'special treatment'? What are you talking about?" The stallion said, staring the doctor down. The doctor quickly backed off, in slight fear. He had dealt with husbands like this, but to be fair, the stallion had a point.
"Let me finish." With that, the gray stallion stepped backwards. "We had to conduct a lot of tests, to be 100% percent sure that what she has is what we thought she has. Her condition is included in the bad news. So, now that I've said that, which news do you want to hear first?"
Both horses spoke at the exact same time. "Good news."
"The good news is that your little filly will be completely okay. She won't need any kind of special treatment, and you can take her home right now, if you feel like it." Both horses sighed happily, all that worry faded quickly away, but then returned. They looked into each other’s eyes, wondering who should talk, then the stallion looked at the doctor, and, a bit scared to know the answer, asked.
"Alright... what's the bad news?" The doctor sighed; he had hoped for some small chance that he wouldn't be the one to tell them.
"Your filly HAS something, which sadly, can't be cured at her age. However, like I said before, she will be completely okay. Any kind of special treatment is optional. She will live a normal, long life, even with her condition."
The stallion got a little angrier. "But what does she have?"
The doctor was used to this as well, so he let this slide. "She's... mentally retarded, just a bit." The doctor looked at both horses, who just stood there quietly. They had been scared of those two words. "But it's in a very low level, she might be a bit slow at learning to walk and talk, but we just ask you to be more patient with her." Both horses looked at the doctor and nodded slowly, as if he had just asked a question. "There is also something else, but it won't need any treatment, sadly, because it has no cure."
"What is it?" Asked the mare.
"Your daughter has an eye disorder, it's a pretty common one, and it could've been treated, but we knew about it far too late, we're very sorry for this. However, it will fix itself by adulthood." The doctor said, both horses couldn't hold their tears anymore. They didn't want to blame the doctors, they did their best, the only thing they could blame, was fate.
"What do you mean, by adulthood?" The stallion asked, trying to keep a calm voice.
"It will slowly go away, and by adulthood, your daughter will be completely cured. If you teach her well, she will live like a completely normal mare of her age." The doctor gave a smile, to keep them from worrying. "This is pretty common between first babies,” he tried explaining. “They all have problems because they're the first. Don't feel bad about it, and instead, fight for her, so she can have a great life, and be proud of her parents."
Both horses looked at the doctor; he had suddenly become so trusting in such a short moment. He was right, she was okay, she was going to be okay, she was just different, and now, they couldn't help but smile.
"That's good. Don't worry, your filly will live normally, if you're just patient enough." The horse doctor moved to the left, leaving space to let the couple go through the door. "Now dry your tears, and go pick up your new daughter, she should be sleeping now."
The two horses entered by the door, and walked, it was a long hallway. They saw a lot of doors with signs on them; they were looking for a special room. Almost to the bottom of the hallway, there it was.
They entered slowly, to not make any sound. There was a bunch of sleeping little fillies and foals on small cradles, along with some nurses making sure everything was okay. They were looking for a certain one, a gray one, to be exact, it didn't take long to find her, and both horses looked at her, their daughter, their filly. The mare picked the little thing between her hooves; it was sleeping calmly, but slowly woke up to see her mother's face. The stallion stood next to his wife, to see his baby as well.
"What do you think we should call her?" Asked the stallion, whispering, since he knew that the other babies could wake up if he made too much noise.
"She's a very special pony... how about... Ditzy Doo?" The mare nuzzled her nose with her little filly. The filly waved her hooves.
"Don't you think everypony will laugh at her with that name?" The stallion replied, and was then shushed by a nurse.
"No, they won't... like I said, she's a very special pony." The mare said, smiling at the filly.
"Ditzy Doo... I think I better get used to it then."