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Anon's medical advice

Sep 17th, 2013
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  1. >You stare in disbelief at Twilight
  2. What do you mean ponies are dying? From what? I thought everyone got out of the barn fine?
  3. >"Yes but a few of them got scratched! It messed up all of their fluids! Now hurry Nurse Redheart needs everypony she can get!"
  4. Fluids? What are you-
  5. >You're greeted by a horn in your ass, in the unpleasant way. "No time, she'll explain it!"
  6. >As you're rushed to the horsepital you rack your brain, trying to make sense of the pieces.
  7. >Earlier today
  8. >Helping the Apple family set up a new barn in Sweet Apple Acres
  9. >Lots of ponies and pegasi were there helping too
  10. >You ended up fucking up the support, causing it to collapse and injure a few ponies
  11. >Nothing major, just a few scratches that were going to be taken care of at the nurses ward
  12. >Blamed it on the retarded grey pony
  13. >All was well
  14. >What could have gone wrong?
  15. Alright, alright I'm here what's the problem Redheart?
  16. >You peer into the dim hospital, the smell of blood, waste and vomit pungent, singing the hairs in your nose
  17. >"Oh thank goodness you're here Anon! I've tried everything possible but no one is getting better!" Nurse Redheart, you assume from the cross on her flank, pulls away from a covered pony, rushing to you and pulling you to the first bed.
  18. I was a med student, not a vet but let's see what I can do...
  19. >You draw the curtain to the first 'room' and
  20. >Vomit
  21. >Well you almost vomit but manage to swallow down the mixture of bile, flowers and sweets.
  22. What the FUCK...holy shit why aren't you...
  23. >Redheart looks at you with wide eyes, taking a step back at your tone "W-what?"
  24. >There in the bed was a young filly, not even old enough to have her cutie mark, shivering and pale her hooves draped just over the edge of the bed
  25. >Over a bucket
  26. >With slit wrists
  27. Why haven't you staunched the wounds? Wrap them up at least!
  28. >You dive into action, tearing off bits of your shirt- Rarity be damned- and using them as makeshift tourniquets to cut off the blood flow.
  29. >Jesus H. Christ the bucket is half full of blood.
  30. >"Oh do you think she's been bled enough? She was feeling awfully hot and sweaty so I figured she would need about three quarters of a pail."
  31. >Wait...bled? Like...
  32. YOU did this?
  33. >"Of course, I am the trained professional after all."
  34. >Humorism. Ponies still believed in fucking humorism.
  35.  
  36.  
  37. I need you to listen to me and do exactly what I say, no questions asked.
  38. >"But wh-"
  39. That's a question. Shut. The fuck. Up. Go wrap everyone up like this, like I have.
  40. >"Everyo-"
  41. Everyone that you cut and left to die, yes. HURRY.
  42. >Nurse Redheart's white skin seems to pale even further as she hurries to correct her mistake.
  43. It's going to be okay. I promise, it'll be fine...just sleep.
  44. >You gently pat the filly, knowing that there's nothing else to be done.
  45. >The curtains are practically torn down to the next bed; vomit seems to be the major component of this area
  46. >Seriously, the floor, the bed, you can't even tell what color she...he...is.
  47. >Only green, lumpy vomit coating every inch of everything
  48. Redheart! REDHEART! What did you do to him?
  49. >"T-to who?" You hear the sound of hooves hurrying to you.
  50. >Is she really running to you?
  51. Keep working on the other ponies!
  52. >What a fucking retard. You wipe the flank of the patient, three clovers hidden under the dankness.
  53. Three clovers! What did you do to him?
  54. "Oh um...Melilot? He had trouble sleeping so I gave him ipecacuanha to balance out his bile."
  55. >Some what?
  56. What's that? Is it so-
  57. >You're interrupted by warmth seeping into your shoes, spew flowing from Melilot to your toes.
  58. >Ipecacuanha... oh ipecac. Of-fucking-course.
  59. >How would vomiting even help his insomnia? Fucking ponies don't know SHIT about medicine.
  60. >Snagging a glass of water from the filly's room you leave it next to Melilot
  61. Just...drink this when you think you can.
  62. >You hope he doesn't die from dehydration, but again, Redheart's medicine was more deadly than any injury the pony had before.
  63.  
  64. >You mentally brace yourself for the next victim of Redheart's little hut of horrors, taking the time only to swab the curtain with your hand before triaging the next pony
  65. >Dear lord she..
  66. >Huh
  67. >A pink pony is laying on the bed, her mane stuck to her body with a thin layer of sweat. She's wrapped in an unusual blanket but other than that she looks fine.
  68. >Maybe a little smelly. Is that ozone?
  69. >You give a quick assessment. Her temperature: hot but clammy, unusual. She appears to be blacked out as opposed to passed out. She's fine.
  70. >You go ahead and tuck her
  71. SHIT
  72. >Searing pain hits hits you, it fucking feels like you shoved your hands in a fire giant's ass while Zeus buttfucks you
  73. >What the hell happened?
  74. >You quickly scan the blanket for any sort of abnormality
  75. >Wires
  76. >There were fucking wires attached to the blanket
  77. >And they were plugged directly into the outlet
  78. Redheart remind me to kill you later
  79. >Remove wires
  80. >Ignore shock
  81. >Quickly throw off the death blanket, luckily it didn't have the electrical aspect anymore, just the remaining heat
  82. >Oh no
  83. >From the neck downward all of the pony's fur was gone. The pink of her mane was replaced with welted and blistered flesh
  84. >If she had a cutie mark before, she doesn't have one anymore
  85. >Unless her cutie mark was an oozing blister, of course. Then she's fine.
  86. >You are starting to go full panic mode, hysteria climbing
  87. >"A-anon how can I help now?" You can tell she's still a touch confused. This is apparently normal.
  88. Go get some cortisone.
  89. >"What is-"
  90. Prednisone????
  91. "Anon I don-"
  92. GET SOMETHING! Please tell me you have aloe??
  93. >Her strained eyes appear to relax just a touch when she hurries off, scrambling through a cabinet. Thank God they have something relating to actual medicine
  94.  
  95. >You hurry to the next area, hoping that this shit is over
  96. >I mean fuck, how many people even originally got injured?
  97.  
  98. >You have no idea what you are looking at
  99.  
  100. >It looks like some sort of fetish-bondage shit.
  101. >There hangs an upside down pony in some sort of harness, mouth agape...no wait, her mouth was kept open by some sort of circular O-ring
  102. Please tell me what the fuck you're doing here... as long as it relates to some backward-ass medicine. I don't think I could handle knowing the only medical professional here is a pervert.
  103. >Nurse Redheart finishes applying the aloe paste, the smell lingering with her when she comes over, eyeing the pony up and down
  104. >"She had a lot of fluid in her lungs..."
  105. Uh huh...
  106. >"...so I figured her phlegm was off balance..."
  107. Lost me a little bit...
  108. >"...and so the only thing to do is to give her this herb that makes her spit up more to get it all out."
  109. >You are definitely going to need to explain how the body works to her after this
  110. >You immediately get to work, fumbling with the latches holding the pony in place
  111. >This was some high quality fetish gear, that's for sure
  112. Can you help me undo this? All she needs is some rest and possibly a sauna, depending on how she feels.
  113. >"Really?" she looks at you with some doubt in her eyes.
  114. Yes, really now please just...help me..
  115. >You're really struggling with this latch, its like Rarity went bananas in the fetish industry instead of fashion
  116. >Really high quality
  117. I just- FUC-
  118. >Your fingers slip, the tips leaving the leather straps. Your vision flys backwards, seeing the ceiling stretch past until the cold hard metal post of the bed behind you cushions your fall.
  119. >Such a lovely crack sound. It's almost as wonderful as the ringing.
  120.  
  121.  
  122. >You inhale sharply, wincing immediately at the migraine that threatens to make you retch.
  123. >Oh god...that Rainbow Dash sure can drink. It didn't help you were also drinking bit by bit with Fluttershy to make her warm up to it
  124. >Wait. Fluttershy? Drink? When did this happen?
  125. >It didn't.
  126. >You jolt upwards only to meet resistance an inch off the bed.
  127. >Your eyes adjust, finally noticing your wrists and legs bound to the bed.
  128. >A rubbing sensation around your neck probably means you're tied down there too.
  129. >"Oh thank god Anon! I though I had lost you. You were thrashing and moaning in your sleep so I tied you
  130.  
  131. down and started cleaning out your blood."
  132. Oh thanks for that exceptforthatfactTHATI'MCLAUSTROPHOBICYOUASSHOLE
  133. >Amidst your struggling your mind triggers a small detail.
  134. >Cleaning your blood
  135. >It's only then that you notice the writhing masses of black, slick forms stuck to your chest
  136. Le..Leeches...
  137. >You black out.
  138. >"Oh dear. Don't worry Anon, I'll get you all better..."
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