Doc held me up and I wobbled a bit, not having been on my hooves in a year. The whole scenario was awkward, but with him by my side, I knew that it was okay. I took a few steps forward, backward, and I opened my wings to try and fly. The doctors said that I should be able to get my body off the ground and hover, but I couldn't. I was disappointed, the only thing that helped me with my job wasn't working.
The next day, Rainbow Dash came in and helped coach me back to flight. She taught me all the usual flight camp basics, like wing form, speed, and control of breath. I managed to do so fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was going up and down the recovery halls like I used to. I thanked her and she grinned at me before flying back out the hospital.
I flew slowly back to my recovery office where Doc and my primary recovery doctor, Dr. Stallinburg, was waiting. I took a seat next to Doc and he wrapped his hoof around me, trying to pull it off a stretch and yawn. I rolled my eyes and thought, "that's the oldest trick in the book, Doc."
"Miss Doo?" the doctor asked me. I looked up at him and answered in a calm tone, "Yes, Doctor Stallinburg?"
"You seem to be recovering quite quickly, and it seems you are a tad more confident than what you used to. Is your head still throbbing?"
"No, not as much anyways. And I do seem to be recovering pretty fast aren't I?" I said.
"That's great news! And yes it sure does seem that way," said Doctor Stallinburg.
My Doctor looked down at me and smiled. He was glad that I was recovering so quickly. He'd get his companion back, and he may ask me out sometime. I hoped that he did!
The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful, aside from more walking recovery exercises. I was to stay another day before I could be released. Doc was hugging me so hard that I was afraid he'd make me stay another month with a broken limb. I got him off of me and he apologized. I forgave him and laid back down, the Doctor never leaving my room. He yawned when I did, and I figured he was tired as well. He hasn't slept is weeks and I was getting worried about him.
He woke me up the next day as I playfully smacked his face a few times as if I was searching for the snooze button on an alarm clock. He smiled and laughed at me, and so did I. We were happy together and it was the day he'd take me back home!