Post by waxworks on Jul 5, 2013 4:14:53 GMT
"You're lucky, actually," said the mint-colored unicorn in a tone that didn't suggest any sort of luck, "we were able to catch the injuries in time before they became anything more severe. A few days rest and you should be fit as a cello."
In a fairly quiet room of the Ponyville Hospital, several monitoring devices were beeping along merrily, a cheerful chirp that seemed to say, "still alive!" in a monosyllabic, electronic sort of way. In the room's hospital bed, a gray unicorn was resting comfortably, with bandages dressed around his torso and head, although most of that was obscured by the standard hospital gown. Rivet had asked her superiors what the point of the gowns were, and she'd been told they were to inspire ponies to get better, go home, and not have to wear embarrassing hospital gowns anymore.
As Gearshift's medical chart floated in front of Rivet, held aloft by her magic, a wood-patterned earth pony trotted into the room, hesitated for a moment, and turned towards the door.
"We agreed on this lass, no scaring until he's back on his hooves."
Waxworks peered around the frame of the door, looking mildly disappointed, "not even a jump scare?"
"Not until he's better." Mandolin Gray paused for a moment trying to figure out how to explain it, "it's like when y'ave a sore throat and it doesn't feel good to eat food."
That seemed to do the trick, as the waxy white pony trotted in cheerfully, with a vase of black lilies balanced on her head. "I hope you like them, Gear!" She craned her neck and let the vase skid down her snout and onto the nightstand. "And you feel better! I can't go all month without scaring you, I'll get rusty!"
Gray pushed Waxy aside with his head, plucking a colorful book from his saddlebags, "and just so y'don't get bored lad, I brought the complete collected trade of Daymare: Champion of the Sun for y'to read."
He glanced towards the candlemare, who appeared to be holding her breath like she was holding something in. He raised his eyebrows worriedly, as she suddenly yelled out, "IHOPEYOUGETBETTERSOONIGOTTAGO!"
With that, she dashed out of the room like somepony that was in desperate need of a little filly's room. There was a slight crashing sound in the hallway, followed by the sound of some orderly screaming in terror, and what sounded like a sigh of relief. Mandolin Gray grinned, and turned to Gearshift, "they treatin' ya nicely? No weird 'speriments?"
In a fairly quiet room of the Ponyville Hospital, several monitoring devices were beeping along merrily, a cheerful chirp that seemed to say, "still alive!" in a monosyllabic, electronic sort of way. In the room's hospital bed, a gray unicorn was resting comfortably, with bandages dressed around his torso and head, although most of that was obscured by the standard hospital gown. Rivet had asked her superiors what the point of the gowns were, and she'd been told they were to inspire ponies to get better, go home, and not have to wear embarrassing hospital gowns anymore.
As Gearshift's medical chart floated in front of Rivet, held aloft by her magic, a wood-patterned earth pony trotted into the room, hesitated for a moment, and turned towards the door.
"We agreed on this lass, no scaring until he's back on his hooves."
Waxworks peered around the frame of the door, looking mildly disappointed, "not even a jump scare?"
"Not until he's better." Mandolin Gray paused for a moment trying to figure out how to explain it, "it's like when y'ave a sore throat and it doesn't feel good to eat food."
That seemed to do the trick, as the waxy white pony trotted in cheerfully, with a vase of black lilies balanced on her head. "I hope you like them, Gear!" She craned her neck and let the vase skid down her snout and onto the nightstand. "And you feel better! I can't go all month without scaring you, I'll get rusty!"
Gray pushed Waxy aside with his head, plucking a colorful book from his saddlebags, "and just so y'don't get bored lad, I brought the complete collected trade of Daymare: Champion of the Sun for y'to read."
He glanced towards the candlemare, who appeared to be holding her breath like she was holding something in. He raised his eyebrows worriedly, as she suddenly yelled out, "IHOPEYOUGETBETTERSOONIGOTTAGO!"
With that, she dashed out of the room like somepony that was in desperate need of a little filly's room. There was a slight crashing sound in the hallway, followed by the sound of some orderly screaming in terror, and what sounded like a sigh of relief. Mandolin Gray grinned, and turned to Gearshift, "they treatin' ya nicely? No weird 'speriments?"