//------------------------------// // Trixie's Condition Worsens // Story: Why Did I Choose to be Trixie? // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// I returned to Celestia's bedchamber to see about Trixie, the doctor following me rather hurriedly as my swift trotting forced him to canter quickly in order to keep pace. "Your Majesty, I can assure you that she will be all right," the doctor stated as calmly as he could, given the circumstances. "Be that as it may, I could sense something wrong with her. I believe your expertise with these matters will allay my concerns." We arrived shortly at the bedchamber and I opened the doors, ignoring the opulent displays and garish decorations which bedecked the room, trotting slowly to the gigantic bed. Trixie appeared to be very small in the bed as she lay on her left side, snoring lightly, her breathing slightly labored. Marina was curled up against her, a tiny wing against her mother's back. "Your daughter is truly something special," the doctor smiled. I watched as she examined the show-mare, his medical experience giving him a better understanding of her situation. His horn glowed a very pale green as he used his magic to more intensely examine her. After a moment or two he turned to me. "How long has it been since she had this scar examined?" he asked me. "She said she received that scar about five months ago -- said something about a Timber Wolf," I replied. "Almost all of her magic is being used to fight off a very serious bacterial infection. She needs immediate attention!" he exclaimed almost angrily. "I shall summon the medical team," I stated flatly. I lit my horn and teleported to the medical wing of the Castle, assembling a team of medical ponies to assist in Trixie's recovery. I group teleported everypony back to the bedchamber, the doctor having set up an IV. Marina was woken up and told that her mama needed some medical help and she started crying. "Please don't let mama die!" she wailed. "We will do our best to save her," a nurse stated calmly. The team prepared to move her to another room, as Celestia's bedchamber was not exactly designed to serve as an operating room. "Can't you just teleport her to the medical wing?" I asked. "The stress of teleportation could jeopardize her health -- she's actually in very serious condition and we do not want to place her under further stress," the doctor replied. "If you said bacterial infection, perhaps there are some antibiotics which can be used to rid her of the disease," I offered. "Those medicines are still in experimental stages," the doctor responded. "We don't know about their effectiveness." "Have you heard of vancomycin? Amoxicillin? Penicillin? Streptomycin? Bacitracin?" I asked. The doctor's eyes went wide. "How do you know about those? If we had access to those, we could save her," he answered. "I'd have to go back to my human home world to obtain those, and getting them might not be easy." "If you can, please try. We are not sure if we'll be able to save her, considering how far the infection has progressed," the doctor stated. Trixie moaned slightly as she was lifted off Celestia's bed and placed on a gurney and wheeled into a room down the hallway. Medical equipment was being brought in as well. I followed to see the progress as Trixie was lifted again and placed into another bed. Monitoring equipment was hooked up to her body, her vital signs showing somewhat weak. "I'm afraid the infection has spread a bit further than I had thought. She doesn't have much time left, your Majesty." "How much?" I asked, trying to mask my concern. "We will do everything we can for her, but without those medicines you named, I figure she might have two weeks left, at maximum," the doctor stated sadly. Suddenly the monitors started beeping alarms as Trixie's vitals started fading, causing the medical team to engage in a flurry of activity to stabilize her condition. The show-mare's eyes fluttered for a moment and she gasped a little as a sigh escaped her lips. She lost consciousness as she slipped into a coma. I hung my head sadly and lit my horn in an attempt to use healing magic on her. I enveloped her in my yellow aura, but I was immediately stopped by the doctor. "Do not use your healing magic on her -- she needs those medicines. We will keep a constant watch on her to monitor her condition and we will make sure she does not die. You must hurry to wherever it is you can obtain those medicines and return as swiftly as you can. Truth be told, I'm not sure how much longer she has, your Majesty." "Very well then. I must have Twilight cover for me again," I stated flatly. I focused on the lavender Alicorn's magic signature and teleported to her vicinity, arriving with a flash of light and a yellow POP. "Amethyst, I am very busy," she stated almost impatiently. "Trixie has fallen into a coma," I stated flatly. "Then you must help her!" "I need for you to hold Solar Court in my absence -- I must travel to my human home world in order to obtain some special medicines to cure an infection she has sustained." "Have you checked with Zecora? Perhaps she can help with the healing process," the librarian offered. "I will do that now. But would you still please cover me in Canterlot until I return? I appreciate it," I said, smiling softly. "I can't drop what I'm doing right now, Amethyst. I will need about an hour to finish what I'm doing now, but when I'm done, I shall meet you in the Throne Room. I hope you understand," she said softly. "Very well then, Twilight. I shall return to the throne room, but this matter has me worried and I'm not sure how much longer I can delay getting medicines to her." I then teleported back to the Throne Room to wait on the lavender Alicorn.