"We're almost done, Miss Scratch. I promise."
Dr. Terra's voice is a whisper at the far end of a magenta tunnel.
Every time I try to make it out, I'm filled with the urge to vomit. Everything is spinning... spiraling.
"Maintain it. You can do this. Just a few seconds longer."
I continue exhaling. My lungs ache... my head throbs. At last, I've spent every bit of breath inside me, and I slump back on the hospital bed as if I've just run a marathon.
"And... got it." She slaps her hoof over a crystal-powered console. Beyond the fading magenta veil, I sense a flash of white light. The room grows still, and I come down from a turbulent roller coaster ride into my own voice box. "There. This data should help out nicely."
I can barely keep my eyes open. There are hoofsteps clopping... clopping closer. I sense her at bedside, and she hoofs a paper cup towards me.
"Here. Drink this."
I take it, then bring the thing to my lips. I'm disappointed at the utter blandness of water flowing down my throat.
"Yes, I know," she says. Her smile is a timely thing, appearing just as my vision returns. "It's not Dr. Pony. But I do believe that's the point, Miss Scratch." She scribbles down notes in her clipboard while standing beside me. "I would greatly encourage you to drink lots of water... at least more water than you're used to. That many carbonated soda products on a daily basis...?" She shakes her head. "It's a miracle you haven't rolled into a hospital, screaming in pain for another reason."
I arch an eyebrow.
"Yes, well, I know that's not what you're in here for, but I would advise you to pursue a urologist one of these days all the same." She looks up with a smile. "Ms. Capricorn has already pushed you in one healthy direction... so why not take all roads?"
I find myself shuddering—but not from disgust. For once, I don't have a knee-jerk desire to argue with her...
Or with anypony for that matter.
Huh...
"I know you are probably dying for results, but this is going to be a day by day basis, Miss Scratch. But—if you want my opinion? I'd say that there's ample evidence to show that you are doing well... quite well, actually." Her brow furrows. "So long as you stick to these sessions. I promise you that we will have results."
I nod weakly, sliding to get out of bed.
She lends me a hoof, supporting me. "In the meantime... I wish you a good day. I'll see you next appointment. And, in the meantime..." Dr Terra smiles. "I hope you get lots of results with your other venture."
I look up at her.
I manage a soft grin.
And... I think I mean it.
Hang in there, Vinyl.
This is really sweet...
6765661 yeah. You're right. Thanks.
Aww. Is is good. Recovery is a lot of baby steps, and, hopefully by the end of this book she will be far into her recovery.
I am really hoping that vinyl will be able to actually say a couple of words to Tavi when they finally meet again
This chapter has so much potential! I likey!
Cyan Sings, Vinyl stings.
Awwwww~ as little as we'very seen of doc Terra, she's really grown on me. Yay Vinyl!
It seems that Sweetie Belle did more than just save Vinyl's life, she made her want to live. One of the consequences of this is that she's made more progress in her recent therapy than she had for years beforehoof.
6768181 You are. This is a Diamond Tiara avatar.
I failed to appreciate the humor because it was not contextually relevant, and I have always felt that non sequiturs are the lowest form of humor, even below puns. And since I selected my username as a reference to modern series Sherlock and not the original stories, I am not the sort of person familiar with the quote in the first place, so I didn't even realize it was a quote.
Your joke about lawyers was not funny, at least to me. You could have told me to chill out and that I was being irrational, and it would have defused the situation far more effectively. 'Sue me' is usually an expression taken as having a sarcastic connotation anyway, and was intended as a harmless little zinger in response to an unnecessary paragraph of lecturing about how we had all made such a stupid assumption. Taking it seriously, even for the purposes of a joke, only served to further project (from my perspective, at least) an image of you being spiteful and needlessly confrontational. Your attempt to defuse the conflict prolonged it.
As for my statement of you being tired of fame, that was an admittedly lazy attempt on my part to reference the fact that you are more popular than myself and somewhat recently put out a blog highlighting various recurring criticisms of your work. What this has to do with "goofing off in the comments of someone else's story" is that it seemed like the only reasonable explanation for a random, barely relevant quote.
There. I have explained myself. I apologize for calling you a jerk, because even though your every action seemed like the actions of a jerk, they were apparently your efforts to be the thing most opposite of a jerk. I apologize for needlessly extending this conflict because I had the audacity to defend myself against what I perceived to be an insult but was actually not. You are not a jerk tired of fame, nor are you famous. I am sorry for this long list of assumptions.
Can we stop wasting each others' time now?
6769604 No, we may not, because throughout this long, complicated, arduous exchange I could not help but develop rather amorous feelings for you, thus I refuse to cease my incessant pursuit of your affections and shall not rest until you admit that we were made for each other and sweep me off my feet so that we may ride towards the horizon as two souls forever intertwined beneath the light of the setting sun or something like that.
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I actually blushed. You seriously just made me blush.
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I ship it.
6770677 For an exchange that got so unintentionally heated this actually hit a rather sweet note right here.
6770830 Heh, I'm with you Sam, I ship it.
Awesome chappie! Hohoho, this is going nicely~
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