I made sure that everything about this patient is better. I hoped he survived that fall he had. Looked like it hurt. I must say, finding a pony on the edge of Hayseed Swamp turned out to be a workout especially with him sinking into the quicksand. I was even surprised that he wasn't suffocating.
"Soarin'!" Spitfire. I went to the entrance of the room, and there was the yellow mare with "a head of fiery hair". "First of all, Soarin', how does he look?"
"He looks severely injured. I'm even surprised that he's even breathing now." I walked back to the pony as Spitfire came on the other side and felt his forehead.
She shook her head. I watched as Spitfire grabbed a thermometer from the cup and put it between the pony's lips. I bit my hoof in nervousness of what might happen. "One-o-four point one. Must've been from how hot it got wherever he was. If there's anywhere you don't want to be during the summer, it's the Great Macintosh Valley. Looks like it's the three of us to gather everyone else who got injured in that disaster."
"But who's going to watch the patients we take in?" I bit even more now.
Spitfire took her shades off. "It's our old recruits. Surely they could help. I do believe one of them is in the reserve if I read the paper correctly. And tell the recruits not to forget to independently let out one patient when the time is ready."
I instantly squealed with joy on the inside knowing that was Rainbow Dash blasting away any sense of nervousness. But on the outside I took it professionally. "Alright. Let's get our recruits and patients."