Anon managed to push himself up into a seated position. He began to examine himself, attempting to identity any other changes to his body. After not seeing anything else awry, the human climbed onto the bed. With his less than full strength legs and slipping bare feet on the smooth floor, it became quite the ordeal. Like a toddler clambering his way onto his first chair.
Looking over at one of the bedside tables which he had ignored until now. Anon grabbed what seemed to be his clothing, at least what he was wearing at the time but with one small difference. The shorts were fine but the t-shirt was torn to shreds, somehow still in one piece, however the holes and drooping fabric might contest to the term 'one piece.'
"What in the actual fuck?" The human questioned out loud to no one in particular. Anon has gone through his fair share of clothing with his profession.
The tears were way too jagged and inconsistent from both sides to be done by knife or bullet, and the way it seems to rip in specific areas rules out brute force.
Anon was torn from his analysing thoughts as a few knocks came from the large oak door which echoed slightly in the oversized crystal bedroom. Not as big as the ones downstairs but still way too big for ponies. The human took this chance to put the shorts on that were thankfully also not ripped to ribbons. Once the belt was tightened, the human cleared is throat. As the second set of knocks sounded out "I don't know why you're knocking. It's your place."
At that, the door slowly opened, revealing Twilight Azrael and another pony who Anon did not want to deal with currently. As they entered, Twilight stood in front of the human while Azrael opted to jump onto the bed as she sat next to Anon. The third pony stood next to Twilight as he held out a hoof.
"Nice to finally meet you in person. I'm Astral Lexicon." He introduced himself with a gentle smile.
Anon sighed as he held out his respective hand. As they went to shake, the human grabbed his hoof and yanked the pony towards him as he reeled back to deliver a right hook to the side of Astral's face. Said pony landed and slid a few feet. "Ow." The unicorn muttered.
"Anon! Even in this circumstance. You cannot just hit other creatures." Twilight scolded, pointing a forehoof at the human.
"No it's fine." Astral quickly stated, interrupting Twilight's reprimanding. "It's only fair I suffer, even slightly for my actions. Please I did say the whole 'polite greetings' thing would probably not go well." The unicorn added as he slowly clambered to his feet, rubbing the bruised cheek with a hoof.
As it looked like Twilight was attempting to go into an explanation, Anon held out his hand in a stopping motion before speaking.
"Before you start to spew out random shite. Four questions. The fuck happened to my eyes? The fuck is this thing around my neck? Why is my shirt ripped to all hell and why the fuck are my legs weak as shit?" The human voiced his concerns, clearly getting more agitated after each question.
Twilight sighed before speaking. "Right. Well as you know, your body has changed. During the clean-up of the pools of blood, I have no idea how you are alive by the way. Even with your height and weight, it should not be possible to lose that amount of blood and still be-" Twilight started rambling.
Astral coughed into his hoof, gaining her attention before gesturing with his head towards Anon, to which the Alicorn quickly caught on.
"Apologies. Anyway, during the clean-up. We found these." Twilight began as she approached the bedside table. Her horn gently lighting up and a folded bloody handkerchief popped into existence. Anon moved towards the placed handkerchief and unfolded it. Revealing various pieces of glass, wood, bone fragments, teeth and what seemed to be the tip of a knife.
The human picked up a and inspected a few pieces as Twilight continued talking. "I believe that with whatever transformation your body had gone through, resulted in these debris being expelled from throughout your body.
Anon picked up the blade tip as he examinated it closely. "I remember this being lodged underneath my kneecap. Bastard played dead and stabbed me when my guard was down. The teeth, however. I'm pretty sure I would have noticed them being inside me. Although they are all fake." At that point, a thought struck the human as he quickly shoved a finger in his mouth as he felt one of his back teeth. "Fuck me, I have a full set of teeth again." Anon thought out loud.
"You didn't before?" Twilight questioned.
"I beat the shit out of people for a living. It's bound to happen. When I got replacements fitted in, I remember it driving me nuts for a few weeks." Anon informed.
"I see. Well I'm confident, your weak legs are only temporary and will hopefully regain their strength within a day or so. That collar is just a stronger version of the magic dampening ring you had on before. Your eyes we are not so sure of. It could have some overall improvement or just a visual change. It will take a few tests to figure out which." Twilight explained.
"And the shirt?" Anon quickly questioned, gesturing to the torn rags.
Twilight takes a deep sigh as her expression changes, a mix of thought and sadness cross her features.
"This is actually the second time you have woken up since your incident. It's understandable you don't remember. Astral informed me of your anger issues and easily irritated nature which I believe was caused by the overflow of magic. I was able to do some tests when you were first administered to the hospital, with what Astral has said. It appears that your body was producing more magic than it could hold. Some become anxious or hyper when this happens and in your case it's anger." Twilight began explaining as she waved her forehooves around for empathies, while Azrael just watched the human's expression as it changes from confusion to annoyance. She knew what was coming but just pushed herself up against Anon in support.
"Let me guess, It's gotten worse?" Anon theorised, throwing his hands up in frustration.
Twilight cringed at the theory as she began speaking. "You tried to kill Redheart."
Anon's expression switched to rage as he gritted his teeth as his hands wrapped themselves into fists, his nails digging into his palms.
"She's alive. But currently in the emergency ward." Twilight added.
With that, Anon snapped and punched the wooden bedside cabinet as he screamed. "FUCK!"
"NO MATTER WHAT I FUCKING DO, EVERYONE GETS HURT! EVERY STEP FORWARD I TAKE FIFTY STEPS BACK. THIS IS SUCH FUCKING BULLSHIT!" Anon screamed out in rage. Each word, he delivered another punch to the bedside table as it was punched into wood pulp.
Twilight and Astral just sat there and waited, thinking it would be better to let him vent.
With the last punch, Anon panted with deep breaths as his knuckles bled.
"I'm going back to bed." Anon said firmly.
"Ok." Twilight said softly as she and Astral began walking towards the door.
"You should probably go as well." Anon said quietly to Azrael, his throat slightly horse.
The demon clearly wanted to object but followed orders and joined the others as they all left the human alone.
Anon fell back onto his pillow as he stared at the crystal ceiling.
"Fuck."