[Filly NMM] Nurse Moonie

>You slowly open your eyes and stare at the ceiling above you.
>Deciding you should get a start on the day you sit up and as you do, your head feels like it’s being pushed down on.
>You bring a hand up to your forehead as your headache worsens, that’s when you notice your temperature is a little warmer than usual.
>Proceeding to check the rest of you; scratchy and sore throat, runny nose and then you let out a loud sneeze confirming your suspicions.
>You’re sick.
>It’s a little surprising, considering in the entire time you’ve been here you haven’t gotten sick once.
>You remember your mum telling you something about Vitamin C being good for you if you’re sick so you climb out of bed and head into the kitchen to pour a glass of apple juice.
>You think it’s got enough Vitamin C.
>Applejack doesn’t sell oranges, actually, no pony sells them for that matter so you’re stuck with apples.
>Before you go back to bed you decide to quickly knock on Moonie’s door.
>You’re left waiting for about a minute but she eventually opens the door with an exhausted expression.
>”What?” her crude attitude shows through more in morning.
“I’m sick so I’ll be in bed most of the day. Are you going to be alright to look after yourself?”
>Moonie sighs as you try clearing your throat a few times to try and get rid of that sandpaper feel whenever you talk.
>”You woke me for this? Of course, I can take care of myself.”
>She turns around before slamming the door in your face with a kick.
>If you were feeling better, you’d tell her off but everything is too draining right now so you opt for returning to your warm bed.
>Not long after climbing into bed you fall asleep.
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>A few hours later you’re woken from your slumber by a soft prodding but you’re in no mood or condition to wake up right now so you roll over with a grunt.
>The prodding is at it again, harder and after a few pokes it turns into a kick right into your side.
>You jolt up, ready to kill the culprit.
>”Oh good, you’re awake,” cheers Moonie in a bright and joyful voice.
“What the hell was that for?”
>”No reason. I thought I’d be considerate and come look after you.”
>You look down to see her looking back up at you with a nurse cap and a syringe held in her mouth. She’d be adorable if it weren’t for the size of that needle.
“Moonie… What’s the needle for?”
>”It’s just a toy.”
>To demonstrate she pokes you with it and the needle part retreats back into the canister. It makes you cringe a little, you’ve never liked needles and for a toy, it was way too realistic.
“Look, I’ll be fine. I just need rest.”
>”Luckily for you, I’m looking after you. Don’t even think about refusing, your queen has spoken.”
>She stomps her hoof down to show some kind of assertiveness but you’re too tired carry on. Whatever you’ve got, it’s taken all the energy out of you.
>”Relax Anon, you’ll be fine.”
>The way she said that doesn’t inspire any confidence, honestly, you’re getting a very bad feeling about this situation.
>You spend the next few minutes talking to Moonie about your symptoms while she takes notes.
>A smile creeps across your face as you watch her concentrate deeply during her note-taking but it quickly disappears and that bad feeling turns into dread when she leaves the room saying, “wait here. I know how to fix this.”
>You wait patiently in your bed for her return.
>Suddenly, the whirring of the blender starts up in the kitchen.
“What the bloody hell is she doing,” you say aloud to yourself.
>Shortly after the blender is shut off, Moonie walks back into the room.
>”Anon, I made you some medicine.”
>You will admit, her cheerful mood is infectious but it’s hard to be in a bad mood when she’s in a good one.
>Although, it might just be your suffering that’s making her happy.
>She places a cup on the bedside table beside you and you lean over to look at its contents.
“It’s changing… colour. How did you do that?”
>”Can’t tell. It’s a Nurse secret.”
“I’m not drinking anything unless I know what’s in it..”
>”By order of your Quee-”
“Moonie. No.”
>She sits and crosses her forehooves before looking at you with a glare.
“Make all the faces you want. I’m not drinking it.”
>She just pouts before sighing in defeat.
>”Fine. It’s got a few apples, a stalk of celery, 2 eggs and some pumpkin for your health.”
“Well… That doesn’t sound too bad, I-”
>”Some chilli to keep you warm, coffee beans for energy and some fairy floss to make it taste sweet.”
>You’re a little stunned at how her logic works.
“Yeah, Moonie, I can’t drink that.”
>That drink will probably make you worse also by the way it’s bubbling, you suspect she forgot to tell you a few ingredients.
>”Very well, it appears I have to use force.”
>Before you can make any kind of protest, she kicks your stomach and as you open your mouth to let out a yelp, she pours the cup’s contents down your throat.
>You regret everything the moment you swallow.
>You’ve never tasted something so horrible, and despite not wanting to hurt Moonie’s feelings over this, you start coughing and spluttering on the verge of vomiting for the next few minutes.
>”Really, any minion of mine should have a stronger stomach than that.”
>Even with the rude attitude, you know she feels bad about nearly killing you.
>”One minute Anon, I have another idea.”
>You think.
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>The rest of the day is spent with her running back and forth, each time with a new idea that ultimately ends up making you feel worse.
>She decided to bring some water and a cloth to wipe away your sweat, not a bad idea but she brought in hot water and spilt it over your crotch.
>When you found a moment to fall asleep, you ended up waking up a few minutes later wrapped in bandages like an egyptian mummy.
>She also made you another one of those drinks and somehow got you to drink it. It tasted even worse than the first.
>You appreciate her attempts to help but she’s quickly finding the limits to your patience.
>All you want to do is sleep until you’re feeling better.
>A drowsy feeling is sweeping over you as Moonie reviews her notes.
>”Hmm, I have one last idea.”
“It better be letting me sleep.”
>”Actually, I have a special soup that’ll make-”
“Moonie, enough!” You shout.
>She steps back in fright as you continue shouting.
“You’re not helping. It’s just a cold, all I need is to rest but thanks to you I haven’t gotten more than five minutes of it.”
>”I-I’m… sorry.”
>She lowers her head and steps out of the room.
>As she closes the door, a feeling of guilt hits you hard but you take the chance to sleep before speaking to her again. It’ll help you calm down anyway.
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>A few hours later you're woken again by Moonie
>This time you pretend you’re still asleep as she creeps into the room and jumps on top of your chest before curling up.
“Moonie.”
>You surprise her and she jolts upright.
“Relax, I’m not going to tell you off. I just want to apologise.”
>”It’s okay, I’m sorry too. No go back to sleep, nurse’s orders.”
“Yes ma’am.”
>She curls back up on your chest and you pull her close as the two of you fall asleep.