Was he really seeing this correctly? A pony, she'd said she was a pony, as if there was nothing unusual about that.
"You look..." She remained there, even if he looked away. All the tests he knew from childhood that allowed you to tell whether something was a dream said she was there. In a dream if you had a piece of paper, it never looked the same when you looked back. She did. Every single detail. As vivid as anything. "Like a pony... something like that anyway." He could feel his breath having quickened. Now Norman was starting to feel a fear that something had broken inside him. His eyes begged her to tell him otherwise. However he wasn't really frightened yet.
A laugh escaped her, which she quickly stifled. "I apologize, I should not have laughed. I just found your statement amusing. You are correct, I AM a pony. An alicorn from Evodia, to be specific." She said gently, and seemed to have no intent on harming him, nor any idea he had no idea what an alicorn was. Hell, she seemed fully intent on helping him. But her smile faded a moment later as a realization hit her. "Wait a minute... you can SEE I'm a pony?!" This seemed to unnerve her for some reason.
Oh its just a dream! He must have fallen asleep in between the first nurse coming. This delusion eased him a bit and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I can see you're a pony." He was usually always able to do things in his dreams and alter them to his benefit if he remembered that he was dreaming. "Four hooves, a horn on your head, blond mane/hair thing going on on your head... white fur, uhm... something on your back. It's a bit hard to see because it's so dark."
This seemed to stun her. She stood there for a moment, not saying anything. Her horn glowed brightly, and the lights turned on. He could see her clearly now. She seemed to be running some sort of internal diagnostics. "Check...check... check... all my spells are working properly... and yet you see me. Fascinating." She muttered, half to herself. Then quickly composed herself. "I apologize, I'm being unprofessional. You merely caught me off guard."
He was about to try for the window or see if he couldn't make something levitate. However he couldn't resist a thought game "I would have wondered that you were a nurse who played along with my delusions, but!" He had read quite a bit of mystery novels "Nurses are specifically instructed not to that at any time with unstable patients or hallucinating, or delusional patients. So, since you haven't denied being a... whatever you are, pony you say... "
She sat next to his bed, her mane perfectly framing her eyes. "That is because I am the only pony here. I come from Equestria, but being as I am a high ranking nurse I have special permission to travel to different realms when I deem it necessary in order to provide care." She said. "Being as I have never been to Earth, I thought it would be interesting to take on a case or two. But my magic specifically casts illusions suited to the realm, so as to not cause... culture shock."
Did his mind really remember a plot straight out of pulp scifi as easy as that? Whatever medicine they were giving him he almost hoped they wouldn't stop. "So nobody notices that you're a pony? You take up more room in the bus or tube, how don't they notice that? You shake hands with people." No he had seen her levitate things, perhaps that could be extended. He had to be clever. "When people try to get into the elevator with you, how don't they notice the extra space you take up?" Ugh, he had already asked that, he hated how dumb you were when you were dreaming.
She smiled. "You're thinking, and thinking logically. That's a very good sign that there is no permanent brain damage. As for your question, it's a series of spells that cause a distortion in space. When someone stands behind me, there is an invisible warp of sorts that makes it seem like they're standing much closer to me than they actually are. The humans eye is very easily tricked when it comes to illusions." She held up her front leg, extending her hoof to him. He had mentioned shaking hands, and it seemed her intent to try and make him as comfortable as possible. "You are welcome to touch, if it makes you feel better." She hesitated. "You may think you are dreaming or hallucinating, but I assure you I am real. You are in no danger."
Well you could always invent excuses like that. How long had this dream lasted, minutes. It did make him feel a little unsure of himself. Slowly he reached and studied the hoof for a moment. The colors flushed with the leg it was part of. In fact the leg had displayed a range of motion impossible for a real equestrian. He took the hoof and shook it. "My name is Norman Bach, human, occupation... patient."
The joke was lost on her, and she was as friendly as ever. "Always a pleasure to meet you as always, I am sure you'll be pleased to know I am much less eccentric than Miss Pie is." The reference was lost on him. "I appreciate your calmness during all this, I didn't expect you to see through my magic. I theorize it's an unusual unique response to your concussion."
Norman wasn't sure what to do. Dreams tended to dissolve by now and he felt uneasy about her appearance. There weren't any contradictions he could think of that couldn't be swept away immediately. "What's your name?" Ah be little more clever. "The one you use here... and your... well... your real one."
The pony seemed amused by his questioning. "I am Angel Wing, both here and in Equestria. Angel is a fairly neutral name, amongst humans, anyway." She closed his medical file. "I'm going to let you rest. Would you care to hear more about Equestria on my return?" She added this last part to keep him busy, knowing full well that she wasn't entirely supposed to tell him about it.
"I'd like that." He said and rested back in bed. He was supposed to rest after all, fall even more asleep. It had been a vivid dream, but he wanted to wake up now, or get some good sleeping done.