If there was one good word to describe my state for the last few days...It would have to be livid.
Though humiliated, terrified, and bored were fighting for second place. For the third day in a row I lay awake and motionless in a hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. My limbs felt like lead, and were just as immobile. My vision swam with strange colors, some named and some I'd never imagined. The room had been spinning since consciousness had returned to me, and I had vomited on myself...four times, if memory serves.
I don't remember how I got here. Did somepony kick me? I wouldn't put it past them...Had I fallen and broken my spine? No...If I had an injury like that, I'd be able to speak at least. Even my facial muscles were frozen.
Plus, I could feel everything that was happening to me. For instance there was a tube down my throat feeding me oxygen, which was killing my throat, the bed was lumpy and uncomfortable, my lower abdomen was in more pain than I ever remember being in, and the nurse couldn't hit my vein worth shit for dick. Seriously, isn't that your fucking job? It's on purpose, isn't it?
They must know I'm awake. They know they can do anything to me they want. They talk about me as if they think I'm in a coma, but they know. Fucking sadists.
For the past few days, I'd had one simple mission: move. I have been, as of yet, unsuccessful.
Come on...blink. Just blink. One tiny blink.
My eyelids quivered the tiniest bit. A good start.
Just one, tiny, itty bitty blink.
I blinked.
YES! Oh, sweet victory, thy name is...Uhh...
Shit...
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Doctor Horse sat at his desk, looking over a particularly odd file.
NAME: Jason Wright
SPECIES: Unknown
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown
ADDRESS: UnknownCASE SUMMARY
The patient is a twelve-hooves tall bipedal creature of unknown age similar to an ape or diamond dog. It was admitted with severe sedative overdose. Later developed prolonged cardiopulmonary arrest, paralysis and coma. Recovery not likely. During diagnostic scan, foreign tissues were discovered in both kidneys.TREATMENT(S)
Mechanical ventilation, catheter, colostomy.FAMILY HISTORY
NoneMEDICAL HISTORY
Admitted for attempted suicide by hanging. Suffered a laryngeal fracture, collapsed trachea, severe oxygen-deprivation, and severe neck-strain.MEDICATION(S)
NoneNOTES
This thing was pumped with enough tranquilizer to kill four stallions. It shouldn't be alive.
The doctor sighed, dropping the file to his desk. "Miss Redheart?"
The addressed mare quickly came around the corner, head tilted slightly to the side. "Doctor?"
"Any sign of improvement with the creature?"
Nurse Redheart shook her head, a small frown marring her features. "Not since last time I checked, no..."
Nodding, the doctor gave a small 'hmph'. "It's been seven days. If he was gonna recover, he would've by now. Does he have a next of kin?" It was a formality, nothing more. Everypony knew who he was, and everypony knew he was alone.
"No, of course not." Nurse Redheart confirmed, face pinched in confusion. "You have his file right there," she pointed to the still opened file, which the doctor quickly closed.
"Very well. We can't afford to waste resources on a lost cause. Pull the plug."
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In half an hour, I'd managed to get my face, neck, and arms mobile. Heavy, clumsy, and sluggish yes, but I could move again. And it had exhausted me. I was nearly asleep when I heard the door creak open, and I blearily opened my eyes. The room span as expected, but I saw a mare I was somewhat familiar with walk in. Cutest nurse, here to break me out of here at last...or kill me.
Probably kill me.
She walked to my side, pointedly avoiding looking in my direction. She stopped by a wall outlet, where what I assumed was my respirator was hooked up.
...Don't you fucking dare.
She reached down and grabbed the wire with her teeth.
Don't you FUCKING dare!
And unceremoniously pulled it out before quickly leaving the room.
YOU CRAZY BITCH!!! Immediately, air stopped flowing through the tube. With my throat blocked off by the now useless hunk of plastic, I had no way to get air.
I panicked. Clumsy, half-dead arms flailed lazily above me, and after a moment of fumbling I managed to wrap my stiff zombie-fingers around the tube. Then, I pulled.
The pain was insane. A sharp, burning pain filled my throat, and the tube wrenched out of my mouth by half an inch. Oh, fuck me... I was already seeing stars. My chest burned, urging me on. So I pulled again. Another flare of agony, another inch of slimy tube. And again. I gagged against the intrusion, and had the wonderful opportunity to feel stomach-acid on what I'm sure was quite a few tears in my throat. Finally, with one last wrenching tug, my airway was clear.
"FUCK!" I shouted hoarsely, coughing. My mouth tasted coppery, and when I looked down, the white sheet covering my body was speckled with red. "I swear... as soon as I get the fuck out of this bed, I'm going to find you...I'm going to PUNCH you...and then, just for the Hell of it, I'm going to FUCK! YOUR! FACE!" Something shifted on the other side of the room, but I ignored it.
In less than a minute, the same nurse Nurse Sweetheart? returned, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
"Y-y...you...y-you...al..."
"Use your words, sweetheart." I growled, scowling as much as I could scowl at the stupid, stupid pony. "I, I, I, I what?"
"You're alive?!" She blurted, somehow growing even paler. "You were paralyzed! You were in a coma!"
"And I got better." I coughed out a small spray of blood to prove it. "Now, on to more important matters: You tried to kill me. In my home country, if you try to kill someone, we kill you back. So you better have a Goddamn good explanation." I raised an eyebrow at the struck dumb mare. "Well? SPEAK!"
"I was just following orders!" She responded, voice shaky. She was shaking so hard she could barely keep on her hooves. I did not feel sorry for her.
"That didn't work for the Nazis, and it won't work for you." I ignored her confused look. "Now...I want to have a little chat with the good doctor." And oh, the things we'll talk about...
Taking any excuse to run away, the nurse took off.
Five minutes later, a tan stallion in a little doctor's coat walked in with a practiced, neutral expression. "You wished to see me?"
"Yeah, actually I did." I sat up against the headboard, glaring fucking longswords at him. "Why don't you tell me what the Hell happened, and while we're at it why you tried to have me killed." I let the sheet drop down to my lap. "And if you don't talk, I swear to God I'll throw my colostomy bag at you." THAT got a rise out of him.
"No...no need for that." He cleared his throat, shuffling awkwardly on his hooves. I don't care how close they are to fuzzy little Hitlers, that will always be cute. "Fluttershy said you were having some kind of...'episode', and she gave you a sedative to relax you."
I stared at him incredulously. "That makes no fucking sense. Last thing I remember I was with Pinkie Pie. I've never even spoken to Fluttershy!"
He carried on anyway. "That was seven days ago. It turns out she gave you enough tranquilizer to kill several ponies. You went into cardiac arrest, fell into a coma, and haven't shown any sign of improvement until...just now."
I held my arms out to my sides. "Surprise, motherfucker. I've been awake for three days." And dropped them. "Now...I'm awake, I'm not dying, and I have a fucking hole in my side with shit coming out. You're the doctor. I'm the patient. Fix it."
"Three d...that's impossible. You didn't move, you didn't breathe for yourself, everything pointed to you being in a coma!" And there's that look of confusion.
"Don't care. Fix. Now."
"...You've just woken up from a coma. I'd like to give you at least twenty-four hours before putting you under anesthesia." I narrowed my eyes. He gave a nervous grin. "Just a precaution...Don't want to end up actually killing you, do we?"
I sighed and shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. But I'm not gonna sit in this damn bed for the next twenty-four hours. As soon as I get my legs moving, I'm gonna use them. Understand?"
He nodded and turned to leave.
"And where's my cloak?!"
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Rainbow Dash laid in her bed, trembling and keeping her eyes shut as tightly as she could. He's here, he's here, he's here, he's here...