Apparently, the single mother that I had treated had heard of my accident, and the next day she came to me with her little foal, "Hello." she said with a soft voice. Mary May walked into my room. I didn't respond. "Um...I just wanted to say, thank you for helping me."
"I didn't do anything." I replied.
"Yes you did, you gave me the confidence to talk to my parents, when you took off your uniform at risk of being punished, just to help me, I promised myself that I would not let you down."
"Don't you think you're milking this a bit?" I asked.
"No not at all. I have always been very shy and timid, I never liked doing things that were 'unsafe'-"
"Except one thing." I added with a smirk.
"Well um...that's beside the point. I always thought that ponies were supposed to play it safe, but then you, a pony who's whole job is about safety, took a risk, not for yourself, but for me. That made me feel like, like, like a princess. Which I am obviously not, and I wanted to repay you."
"How?"
"By telling you my real name." she said.
Now this hospital (like most in Equestria) has patient privacy rules, but sometimes names need to be posted on a bulletin board or something. To protect patient privacy, they are allowed to use a code name if that's how you want to put it. Almost like a Jane Doe, but only the nurses and doctors know their names. It was not normal for a pony who took a fake name to give their real one, because once they do, the hospital is allowed to post their real name on bulletin boards and even the newspaper under the "Hospitalized" section. So by saying her real name on Hospital property, she would not have the protection of a fake name.
Also the Equestrian military gives false names to deployed soldiers to protect their relations at home.
"I wanted you to know that my real name, is Mustard Seed." she said and turned so that I could see her cutie mark was three round seeds being sewn into the dirt.
"Well, then...thank you, I guess." I replied.
"and my fiancé's name Deluge, and my colt's name is Green Hoof." she continued.
I lay there in bed and stared at her. "So he's okay?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied, "he's healthy as can be."
"May I see?" I asked. She turned and revealed the foal held in swaddling clothes inside an under-wing foal basket. He was patchy white and black and had big golden irises. He seemed to stare right into my soul, and a sudden calm came over me, after which I felt the next dose of morphine course through my body from the IV.
I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but I could still see Green's golden irises staring at me, and then we both smiled.