I return from the hardware store and the chemist's and sigh again
I turn to look at the early morning sun, and speak out loud "I seem to be sighing a lot these days... well, got to get to work"
(In front of Screwloose's room)
"Final lock set and... Perfect" I swipe a key card through the reader and the door opens with an audible ping
On the floor is Screwloose cowering from my intrusion "Hello cher... how are you doing?" I ask, my prench accent more pronounced
She whimpers and scurries away from me
I sit down and try to look non-threatening (Which, in my opinion, is very hard with my red and blue eyes) "I put a lock on the outside of the door; they can't get in unless I let them. I won't though, you can get out from inside though" I stand and leave, the door priming as it closes
Creeeeaaaak...
I turn around and see a blue hoof outside the door "Ms. Loose? Are you okay?"
"...Lonely..." she whispers, her hoof retreating
I enter and close the door, having returned to her side of the room, I lay on the other side, facing the window "I wonder why they even bother with windows, no air gets in here and it's only letting glimmers of light in during noon... of course moonlight seems to get in pretty well" I think to myself, "And why bother with a single cross-bar? It can't be hard for an earth pony to break with the help of a pegasus... of course this place is on a mountain side so... huh, cutting corners while using nature to their advantage. Kinda reminds me of that island prison Alcatrotz-huh?" I turn and next to me is Screwloose, sleeping
"She was brutally violated not 3 hours ago, avoided me when I helped her, and now she's sleeping next to me? She either has gotten used to this or she has a very damaged sense of self-preservation" I muse, then I smile and drape one of my wings over her
She opens an eye, looks at my wing and bites on one of them, pulling it closer "Oww..." I wince
She sighs and falls asleep again
"Something just occurred to me... I can't leave without waking her... and I still have another patient to look at" I sigh (I seriously wonder why I'm sighing so much) and open the patient file
Name: Cone, Mach
Condition: Incapable of stillness*
"Restlessness? What the-"
* Uncontollable super-speed and atomic vibrations resulting in the inability to not pass through most solid objects (Exceptions: Wood, vibranium, ice, etc.)
"O...kay then... super-speed... that's... new..." I say out loud, causing Screwloose to snort
Background: A pegasus with vestigial wings, he somehow gained the ability to run/ fly at impossible speeds and pass through matter. While able to have some control over what he has called "Speed attacks" or sudden bursts in his abilities, he lived a moderately hampered life.
Until his first sexual experiance-
"I do not like where this is going" I think to myself, turning the page
When he reached climax, he lost complete control over his speed and the resulting vibrations "gelatinized" his lover to the point that she became a bloody flesh-bag of pulverized internal organs, bones, and muscles (Teeth and other means of identification were either "gelatinized" or destroyed. The only means of identification was her cutie mark and coat coloration
I scramble out of the cell and to the closest bathroom and hurl up my breakfast and lunch "By Luna's starry mane... I'm gonna need new teeth by the end of the week if this becomes a daily thing... WHY DO THEY EVEN HAVE PICTURES?! SERIOUSLY, WHY?!" I yell into the bowl, flushing it "This... is so not worth it..."
Returning to the cell, Screwloose is looking at me with fear in her eyes "Why... scream?" she asks, obviously trying to mimic speech
"Sorry, It's just... some of the things in this place are... horrible" I reply, wanting to curl up in my room and sleep until this place falls to ruins. But I can't
I sit down next to her and continue reading
In the course of his voluntary stay we have tried every known mix of depressants to quell his powers to a point he will be safe enough to live a productive life; unfortunately, nothing has worked.
The closest thing we have come up with is an enchanted, underwater spherical cell so that he can run all he needs to stay still. He is fed through teleportation and breathes due to an enchantment in the cell. He remains optimistic despite all this and is possibly the most well-behaved and amiable patients I have ever seen.
Another abnormality I have noticed is that in the 50 years he has
"50 years? According to this he was 23 when he was admitted. H-how can you stay positive after being here for 50 years? Wait..."
In the 50 years he has been here he has seemingly aged only 5 years physically
I reread this line several times before stopping "He has only aged a fraction of half a century? That's not an abnormality, that's bordering on a medical impossibility"
Screwloose looks at me "What?"
"N-nothing, I just have another patient I need to get to" I say, trying to silence my excitement
She seems to have picked up on it and starts wagging her tail (Which, in all honesty, is kinda cute)
I close the door, and trot to the underwater cell
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I pick up the microphone and headset and a sudden panting fills my head "Hello? Are you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine just... I've been here trying to- ah finish for the past few... you wouldn't happen to have the- ah time would you?" A young, masculine voice answers, followed by more panting
"Uh... 4 pm" I check my watch
"Okay... 3 days and- ah 5 hours... so uh... unless you want to hear me moan in less than an- ah! hour..." the panting heavies and I suddenly recoil
"That's it, I'm clocking out" I say, flying up the steps to my room