"CONTACT IN THE TOWER!" The rough voice of Lilly's NCO stated over the radio, looking through the LPVO on her M38 she swept the windows looking for confirmed contacts.
"No joy through the windows," Lilly said, going over a second time she spotted an RPG that was just being discharged at her, "Sh-" Was all she got out before the blast hit the edge of the wall in front of her.
"O-okay," Lilly breathed out wiping the tears from her eyes and spitting the remaining vomit out, "I don't know where I am, I'm no longer human, and I wasted a bunch of energy with my," she quickly looked around the forest floor, "Panic attack," she said under her breath. Lilly looked over her new body taking in the small cartoonish frame of a pony along with flexing her new wings a little. dragging herself over to her kit, she slowly rolled her cammies, clipped her helmet to the side of the carrier, and slipped into it resting the rolled jacket and pants on her back for cushioning unable to find her ruck she decided to find food and shelter as soon as she could. "Pick a direction, and keep to it," She said and slowly made her way west, using a mantra to stay motivated. Moving through the pain she continued her rhyme, "And I'll reply with a whole lotta anger... blood and guts and a little bit o' danger," she spit out through gritted teeth, PT!, EVERY DAY, EVERY WAY, GOOD FOR ME, GOOD FOR YOU! she yelled out forgetting she was in unknown territory.
The snapping of a branch pulled her out of her cadence, searching the area she quickly spotted a pair of green orbs studying her. Lilly stared the orbs down as she passed them, she quickly backed her way out where she was hoping to avoid activating the beast's instincts. Her leg painfully dragged underneath her as she stared down the beast, soon though she bumped into a solid rough object, she heard growling above her and felt a wet substance soak her hair, looking up she saw the maw of a predator, "MOTHER FU-!" She managed to get out before diving to the side and rolling down an incline. She soon found herself, struggling to keep her head above the rolling waves of the rapids she was in.
She couldn't see through the bright filtered light and when what little fight she had left her caused her vision to dim around the edges of the red that floated to the surface with the slowing of air bubbles.
Pinkie quickly dragged the filly towards the hospital, this was just horrible how could a filly end up like that and she had the weirdest saddlebags. As Pinkie pushed open the doors she quickly looked around, "I NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE!" she yelled quickly getting the attention of several doctors and nurses who rushed over and took the filly away towards the operating theater. Pinkie anxiously paced in the lobby, "What if I wasn't fast enough what if that poor filly is laden with a horrible disability and nightmares for the rest of her life!" Pinkie speedily yelled out much to the chagrin of the nurses stationed at the front desk.
When Doctor Greymare entered the lobby he scanned it his vision settling on the hyperventilating form of the party pony, "Pinkie good, now before you say anything, the filly is fine, her left hind leg was dislocated and the deepest cut on her body wasn't too severe, except her eyes will need to be covered for some time," he informed her taking quick stock of her relieved features, "Now to the hard questions, Do you know this filly or any family of hers?" Pinkie shook her head, "Okay, how about her saddlebags? Or the fabric underneath them?"
"Sorry, doctor, I don't know anything about those, except that they're really heavy," Pinkie said, "and why do her eyes need to be covered up?" Pinkie asked tilting her head.
"Her corneas were badly scratched, we've cast the healing spells on her eyes but she will be blinded for some time," Greymare told her, "Now as far as we can tell, her name is Enfield, it's at least what it says on her saddlebags, although Redheart says it seems more like armor," he said, "She's currently keeping an eye on the filly, please come to my office so I can get more information," Greymare told Pinkie walking down the hall with Pinkie happily bouncing behind him.
Redheart sat next to the filly, keeping a close eye on the EKG and physically checking her pulse, when she suddenly began to stir, "Hey there can you hear me," The filly's head didn't shift but her muzzle twisted into a grimace.
Lilly kept her mouth shut as she felt a strange feeling on the top of her head, "Enfield, my name is Redheart, I'm a nurse and I need you to tell me where your parents are?" Redheart asked, feeling nervous due to the filly's stiff body language, "Enfield, can you hear me?" her question was answered by the swiveling of her ears. With a sigh, Redheart stood up and left to get the fillies lunch.
Walking down the expansive hallway she spotted Greymare, "Doctor, the filly in room 311, she doesn't seem interested in talking," she told him, Greymare gave a dismissive look to her before going back to his chart, "We need a social worker down here, she didn't say a thing," she stated with a hint of worry tracing her words.
"Nurse Redheart, I have put her information in a first-class letter to the Royal Censor Bureau, we do not need to call a social worker, her parents will be found soon," he told her walking away. With a huff, Redheart continued her mission to the cafeteria.
Stepping into the fillies room the first thing she noticed was the asystole rhythm on her monitor, dropping the tray she called a code blue and ran to the bedside. Coming to a screeching halt when she saw the loose leads and no filly.