//------------------------------// // I need 1,459 words of chapter 2 stat! // Story: Piece of Chaos // by TheGuyWithTheFace //------------------------------// Beep….Beep….Beep….Beep…. Looking Glasses eyes slowly tried to open but were forced shut by the incandescent light above him. After a few more attempts he was able to actually see his surroundings. He was in a bleached white hospital room and was hooked up to two machines. One of them was simply a heart monitor that they attach to every patient, the other seemed to be recording data coming from a handful of wires taped to Glass’s forehead. Groggily, Looking Glass sat up, (trying to ignore the pounding headache he had), and saw Crimson sleeping on a nearby chair. Looking Glass brought his hoof to his head in a vain attempt to soften his headache and groaned, “What the hell happened?” Awoken from his sleep Crimson took a few seconds to figure out what was happening and then immediately rushed over to Looking Glass’s side. “Glassy you’re alive!” Crimson shouted excitedly, “I was beginning to think you had gone into a coma or something.” “A coma?” Looking Glass asked confusedly. “Crimson, why the hell am I in a hospital?” “You don’t remember?” Looking Glass simply shook his head. “We were about to leave the sculpture gardens when you found a piece of one of the statues or something, then the next thing I know, you just collapse out of nowhere” Crimson explained with a concerned look on his face. “That’s right!” Looking Glass exclaimed as his memory returned to him, “I found a fang from one of the statues and then when I touched it I just fainted… Wait, if I fainted back at the gardens how’d we get here?” “Simple, I had to carry you’re fat-flank all the way here. Which I do believe translates into you owing me one, big time.” “Wow, for a moment there I thought you might have just done something for someone else just out of basic kindness and decency” Glass joked “Hey how long have I been out for?” “About 3 hours” said a third voice neither of the ponies recognized. They both turned and saw a light blue unicorn wearing a white scrub standing in the doorway. “I’m hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “No, not at all doctor” Looking Glass assured, hoping the doctor could give him more information about what happened. “Well in that case let me introduce myself, the name’s Axle Rusts.” Both Crimson and Looking Glass took on a very worried expression. Noticing this Axle quickly reassured them, saying “Relax, my parents assumed at the time I’d fix cart like they do, my talent laid in medicine however.” He turned away from them to show his cutie mark of brain with a bandage over it. “I’m this hospital’s leading neurologist.” Glass let out a relieved sigh now that his worries were put to ease. “Alright so tell me doc, what in Celestia’s name happened to me?” Glass questioned curiously. Axle Rusts Looked away and rubbed his white mane nervously. “This is where things get a bit awkward… We don’t exactly know.” “WHAT!” Crimson and Looking Glass shouted in surprise causing the doctor to jump noticeably. “Don’t worry, we've done every diagnostic we could and you seem to be in perfect health, it’s just that we can’t exactly figure out what caused it.” “It must have been the rock I picked up” Looking Glass stated. “Yes, we think so too, and you’re friend luckily had the presence of mind to bring it with him. Unfortunately every test we've done has comeback negative for all spells, herbs, and abnormal energys. Right now we’re thinking that it may have transferred any energy it had into you when you made contact with it. However, all you’re magic levels appear to be within normal limits for a unicorn of your size… Tell me; were you particularly weak or strong at magic before the incident?” “Umm, I guess I was maybe a bit above average but not majorly” the unicorn answer, worried that the incident might have affected his magic somehow. “Well that matches up with your readings. And again we've scanned you multiple times to find the energy but we haven’t found any.” “Well what does that mean? Is my buddy alright?” Crimson asked. “Well, I have two theories; either the magic simply used your body as a middleman to be released, kind of like how lightning might use you or a tree to get to the ground, in which case you’ll be completely fine.” The Doctor hesitated with the second theory, afraid of the reaction it may provoke. “Or?” Looking Glass questioned. Axle sighed heavily to prepare for what he was going to say next. “Or the magic may simply be hiding dormant inside of you, in which case it may begin to manifest itself at any time, probably in the next few days or maybe weeks.” “So you’re telling me that I’m either completely fine, or a ticking time bomb of magic?” Looking Glass asked angrily. The doctor sighed again, “Unfortunately, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Looking Glass simply fell back onto the bed and closed his eyes to try to make sense of it all, Crimson on the other hand still wanted more answers, and rose from his chair to confront the doctor more personally. “So what the hell are we supposed to do!? Just sit on our hooves and hope for the best!” “Please remain calm sir,” Axle Rusts pleaded, “Look; you have a hospital in Ponyville, right?” A still fuming Crimson Skies nodded. “My suggestion would be to go in for a quick check-up every couple of days for about a month or two. After that it would be reasonable to assume that the magic had left you and that you’ll be fine. Even if it does manifest itself, there will almost certainly be a way of dismissing it.” Now set at ease, (at least somewhat at ease anyway), Crimson retook his seat and breathed deeply. Now that there was at least some kind of plan things just didn't seem quite as bad. Looking Glass got back up from his bed and said, “If there’s nothing you guys can do for me then I’d kind of like to get back home if I can.” “I suppose so… I’ll just get the paper work and have one of the nurses send a message about the situation to Ponyville hospital. Just wait here a moment. “And with that Axle Rusts left the room, leaving Looking Glass and Crimson in a very uncomfortable silence. Neither one know what to say but the silence was becoming too much to bear. “So…” Crimson started, still not sure what he could possibly say to help any of this. “Relax Crimson, like the doctor said, there’s a good chance that it will end up being nothing, and if it is something we happen to live near the living incantation of magic. There’s no way she won’t be able to fix it with some kind of nullifying spell or something” Looking Glass said while faking a smile for his friend’s benefit. The act seemed to work as Crimson noticeably relaxed. However the two remained quiet until the doctor returned with the necessary release forms. After a few signatures and initials the pair was out of the hospital to find that Celestia’s sun had long since been replaced by Luna’s beautiful moon. “What time do you think it is?” Looking Glass questioned. “I’d say about 7 or 8ish. And do you know what that means?” Crimson asked with a wicked grin. “Something tells me I don’t want to know.” “It means that it’s time to hit the bars like I was promised! And good thing too. I need a drink after today.” Glass looked at his red friend in surprise, “Seriously? We just got out of the hospital and the first thing you want to do is get drunk off your flank.” “Yup” Crimson responded shamelessly “I already have a headache; I sure as hell don’t want to add a hang-over to it.” “Well that’s good. If you’re staying sober then that just means I get to be double drunk.” “You do realize that doesn't even make sense, right?” “ Doesn't have to my friend, doesn't have to.” Without even waiting for another incredulous comment from the brown unicorn Crimson started off towards his favorite Canterlot bar, The Broken Horseshoe. Begrudgingly, Looking Glass followed along, silently hoping that today would be a slow night there. It wasn't.