Eight days under the Zebrican sun

by The Cheeser

Chapter 13-A-Rest and Recovery

Swift Glaze had been in a daze ever since he was rescued by the zebra. After about a day he was finally able to sit up, however since his throat was cut up from eating sand, he was unable to speak for the time being. Eating whatever the mare gave him, no matter how bitter and or gross. He slowly regained his strength. His hooves were wrapped by bandages with a soothing ointment and the inflammation in his eyes was slowly receding. The zebra would talk a lot, however, he never understood them. He was still frustrated, however. They wouldn't give him any real food! All they gave him was broth with some herbs in it

"Why won't they just give me a sandwich" he grumpily thought to himself.

However, he did feel bad when he saw that they ate almost exactly what he ate. The only difference was that they ate vegetables in their soup, while he ate herbs in his. Only when they arrived in town, did the mare give him any solid food. Though, he wasn't sure that day-long boiled vegetable mush was considered "solids". After he was fed, he tried once more to speak. He barely let out a painful groan. He decided to wait a few days before trying again.

The mare and her companions left him to rest for the day, while he recovered. But later in the afternoon, the stout stallion from before came into the room with some guards. The guards said some words to the stallion before he was escorted somewhere else, leaving only two guards behind.

One walked up to him and said something he understood. The first thing he understood in a few days was from a zebra who seemed to only know some Equestrian

"You Swift glaze?" he asked.

Swift Glaze nodded. The guards smiled and said "You wait here, some doctors come soon"

Another hour or so passed when a doctor arrived. He was very many concerned for Swift Glaze.

Eventually, the doctor warned one of the guards in Equestrian "If we do not get him to a hospital in Equestria soon, he will lose his voice at best, at worst his lungs will get an infection."

The guards and the doctor left Swift Glaze alone on the mat. Swift Glaze could hear a radio clicking on and the doctor chatting with other ponies.

Soon enough the doctor came back into the room with a warm smile "An aircraft from Hippogriffia will arrive early tomorrow morning." he said.