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He–
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He is still dead.
I–
**small whimper**
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I killed him–three times.
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I passed out after–after I did it. I don’t know if it was from shock or something else. While I was out I dreamed. I wasn’t sure I could still sleep, let alone dream.
In the dream his body got up and continued attacking. Only I couldn’t kill him. Not again. It was hard enough the first three times.
To take another pony’s life. No pony can come back from that.
I’m glad it was just a dream. He is still dead.
Why doesn’t that make me feel any better? About my dream or what he did to me back then?
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He is still here though. His body. Actually bodies.
There was another body in the office I didn‘t notice while trying to find a hiding place. A doctor here committed suicide. I used his gun to–um–kill him the second time.
I–
I need a distraction.
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**muffled background conversations**
Well, Ponywille Hoshpital is offfffffffficially bankrupt. **gulg** Redheart saw the writing on the wall and opened her own clinic downtown–You’ll neeeeever guess which new clinic got MoP backing?
**hic**
Spoiler alert, not Ponywille Hoshpital.
(Other pony) That is just terrible.
I wasn’t talking to you. Mind yer own bussssinesssss. **hic**
(Other pony) Yeah, but that recoder isn’t very talkative and it won’t save your job.
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Yer point?
(Other pony) I’m Vial, like what pills come in–though I suppose it depends who you ask.
So you just waaaait around in bars looking for ponies down on their luck and then promise to fix things. **glug** Empty promises. **hic**
(Vial) My promises aren’t empty, Dr. Cortex. Far from it. I work for Green-Med. Here’s my card. **magic sound**
Keep your Cewescctia damned card, not interested.
(Vial) We’ll see.
**receding hoofsteps**
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That slimy little pony from the bar went to the hospital board with his proposition. Unlike me, they took him up on his offer. If I still want a job, I now have to work with the guy.
I have a bad feeling about this.
But, I’ll give Vial one thing, he was right about his promises not being empty. Ponyville Hospital is now the only privately owned and operated hospital in Equestria–now part of Green-Med Research & Development.
Here’s the catch. They are only keeping the psychiatric ward open. All other patients have been transferred to Redheart’s Clinic. The upside is they are granting us access to new untested psychiatric drugs to be used on the patients. That means there is hope for Screwloose. I may not trust a slicked back hair in Vial’s mane, but the company he works for made Cortexaphan.
It may not have worked on her, but other drugs from the company might. This could be good news for Screwloose. I’m glad I never went through with electroshock.
I still don’t like Vial, nor trust him further than I can throw him. I just hope nopony gets hurt when the other hoof falls.
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I should get going. Shoey won’t find herself I suppose.
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I’m keeping the gun and the axe–the gun isn't very useful without more ammo–but the axe proves useful against those–uh–resurrectors?
Clearly I need to have something to defend myself with. The mysterious steel pony said Canterlot was a deathtrap. He also said the cloud was instant death–they said the same about high dosages of magic radiation–if I survived and became different–who’s to say others haven’t from this pink cloud. Ones like Beh–**gaging**–like how he was.
A mare has gotta protect herself, right?
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