If a pony were to look at Room 13, they would say the room was like any others in this area of the hospital.
White.
White walls, doors, curtains, bed, the machinery, even the white mare standing by the bed. The only thing that stood out among all the white was the azure mare laying in the bed. This mare was ‘The Great and Powerful’ Trixie. It had been thirty-four days since Trixie was admitted to the long-term treatment center. Thirty-four days since her surgery. Thirty-four days since she was beaten within an inch of death.
The silence of the room was broken as the door slowly opened, revealing a tall red and black unicorn stallion wearing a doctor’s coat. He was known as Dr. Horspun, the head of the long-term treatment center. Horspun broke the silence as he drew near. “How is she, Flitter?” he asked calmly, looking down at his comatose patient.
The nurse looked at her clipboard of notes and nodded. “Everything seems to be in order. I expect her to wake up soon,” she replied with a small smile. “She looks so sweet right now… I still can’t believe somepony would do this to her.”
“Hmm… yeah, I suppose,” he said as he flipped through his clipboard of papers in a distant manner.
They both stood there in silence for a few seconds before turning to leave. “So, nopony has showed up to claim her?” Nurse Flitter asked as they exited the room.
The doctor shook his head. “Not yet. I probably shouldn’t just throw her out on the street when she gets better. Look what happened last time she was out there. Celestia knows she’ll be weak and frightened after this whole ordeal,” Horspun explained with a sigh. “We’ll just have to see how she turns out when she wakes up, I suppose,” he added, entering his office. As he walked to his chair he couldn’t help but groan in frustration.
I hate when this kind of thing happens. It never ends well for me, he thought as he took a seat. Well, I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. He opened his desk with a sigh, grabbing another patient file. I guess there’s no rest for the wicked
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Nurse Flitter walked towards the lounge area, looking forward to a well deserved break when she was cut off by a yellow coated pony with a blue mane and a scalpel cutie mark. This mare happened to be Flitter’s best friend, Dr. Twinkle. The two had been friends since they were little fillies, and when they each received cutie marks dealing with medicine, they continued being best friends through school. Eventually they both got a job working in the same ward.
“Slow day, huh, Flitter?” she asked.
“Thankfully. The past few weeks have been rough on us. Y’know?” Flitter replied, earning a sigh in agreement.
“I’m just glad we get a break,” Twinkle stated as she walked into the lounge. The two were greeted by several other staff members as they made their way towards the coffee pot. “So, how’s Trixie?” she asked with a sideways glance.
The nurse smiled as she poured herself a cup of coffee. “She’s gotten loads better,” she said, looking at her friend. “We expect her to wake up any day now.”
“That’s good. When are you scheduled to visit her next?” Twinkle asked curiously.
Flitter took a sip of coffee and sighed happily. “In an hour, actually. Why? Do you wanna come with?”
“Well, seeing as I’ve yet to actually meet her, I’d love to.” And with that the two grew silent and enjoyed the peaceful breeze that entered from the window.
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Where am I?
That was the first thought to enter the mare’s head as she slowly opened her eyes. She lay there, staring at the ceiling in confusion. What’s going on? I can’t remember. My name. What’s my name?
Sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks. I can’t remember anything!
Her heart began to race, filling with fear and panic. Oh no! What’s that sound? As she frantically searched for the rapid beeping noise, she suddenly felt fear when she noticed all the machinery hooked up to her. Her anxiety spiked, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
“Urgh!” she cried in pain, rolling in agony. As the pain in her chest began to subside, the mare lay there gasping for air. I have to get out of here! But where do I go? I know nothing about myself… Who am I? she asked herself repeatedly, her despair growing with each moment.
As she finally rolled off the bed onto her hooves, an incredible pain shot up her forelegs from the impact. Ignoring the pain, she ripped the leads from her body. The mare slowly limped towards the door, fear of what waited on the other side growing with each step. With one final breath, she opened the door, stepping into a mysterious hallway. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light, her heart stopped as she came face to face with two unknown mares.
Flitter and Twinkle stood there, surprise etched on their faces as they looked at the mare they were currently going to check on. Their surprise turned to concern when they noticed the confusion on Trixie’s face. The injured mare backed away in fear, staring at the strangers in front of her. “Wh-Who are you? Where am I? Please don’t hurt me!” she pleaded with a sob, backing into the bed frame.
With a gentle smile, Flitter stepped forward, only to stop after seeing her patient recoil. “It’s okay dear, you’re safe. This is Manehattan hospital.” Flitter spoke with a gentle and caring voice. Confusion replaced the frightened look on her face.
“Manehattan hospital? I don’t understand. Why?” she asked in confusion, fear slowly ebbing away.
“You don’t remember? You must have been unconscious for most of it. Well, it’s okay now. Your injuries, for the most part, are almost healed,” Twinkle chimed in with a rough yet gentle voice.
Flitter gently helped the still-confused mare onto the bed. “Can you stay here, Trixie? I’ve got to go inform Dr. Horspun that you’ve woken up,” she said as she turned to leave.
“Trixie? I-Is that my name?”
Upon those words, both mares froze up with the same thought crossing their minds. Oh crap!
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Without you - one night alone
Is like a year without you, baby
Do you have a heart of stone?
Without you - can't stop the hurt inside
When love & hate collide
Dr. Horspun sang, spinning with his front hooves in the air, completely oblivious to the new occupant in his office.
“You do not do that song justice!” cried Twinkle with a barking laugh, causing Horspun to jump in surprise.
“I told you to knock!” he screamed with a blush on his face, annoyed at the laughing doctor on the ground. After a few more minutes of gut busting laughs, the mare finally remembered why she came.
“Oh! I almost forgot, Flitter sent me to grab you. Trixie woke up earlier,” she said, slowly growing serious. “There’s just one problem… she has no idea who she is.”
Horspun looked at her with malice. “Why? Why can I never get a break?” He whined quietly. Horspun grabbed his clipboard and rushed towards Trixie’s room. She could have woken up perfectly fine, but no, she had to have amnesia!
Horspun found himself in front of Room 13 once again. As he entered, he saw his nurse consoling the confused-looking mare. At the sound of the door opening, Trixie hid herself shyly behind Flitter.
“It’s okay, Trixie. Dr. Horspun is here to explain a few things,” Flitter said with a supportive smile.
Trixie looked up at Horspun with a nervous frown. “H-Hello,” she stuttered out, looking at the floor.
“Well, I won’t be too long. I just wanted to clear a few things up,” Horspun said, pulling out his clipboard. “Seeing as you are still injured, we will be holding you in the hospital for a little while. Eventually, we will move you towards the front of the hospital, where you’ll have access to the garden out front,” he said with a forced smile. “You’ll be free to leave in a week, if you wish, or you could stay in the amnesiac ward as you get back on your hooves.” With that, he turned and left.
“Don’t mind him, Trixie. He was never much of a talker,” Flitter said with a roll of her eyes.
“Trixie… I like that name. It’s pretty,” Trixie whispered, smiling at the comfort of the name.
The comfort of her name...