Anon and Friend In Equestria pt. 2 (reformated)

You groan as you wake for the second time.
>You immediately squint.
>There's a blinding light directly above you.
>You sit up on your elbows and wince.
>You look yourself over and instantly recall mostly everything that has happened in the last hour or so.
>Both of your arms are entirely wrapped in gaze, accompanied by a dull pain.
>Your leg is casted and held up by a pulley system of some sort.
>You scan the room.
>It looks like a hospital room, but it seems way too small.
> Yep, the door frame looks like it would only come up to you chest.
'This is all too surreal...'
>You spot a remote with a comically large button on it.
>You assume it's a call button and cautiously press it.
>A few moments later, a pony with a white coat causually walks in, followed closely by Twilight and what looks like a royal guard.
> Your face falls and you start to feel nauseous.
>The white mare takes a step towards you, but is cut off by the guard.
>"Do not approach the creature, miss. We do not know what it is capable of."
'This can't be real...'
>Your stomach churns.
"I think...I'm going to hurl..."
>The white mare (whom you finally recognize as nurse Redheart) snaps into action and pulls what looks like a metal tub from the sole closet in the room.
>She pushes it next to your bed just as you start blowing chunks.
>She reels back in disgust.
>After empty your upset stomach of its contents, you lean back and close your eyes.
>"Excuse me."
>You recognize the voice, but you're hesitant to answer.
>"My name is Twilight Sparkle, protege of Princess Celestia and bearer of the element of magic."
>You struggle to keep the feeling of nausea from rising.
>Silence hangs for a few moments, then she speaks again.
>"I'm not sure if you remember, but you and another of your kind we're found injured in a strange ship. My assistant and I heard you call for help in Equestrian, so I know you can understand me."
>You move your hand to your forehead and keep your eyes shut.
>The guard audibly shifts.
>"Are you peaceful?"
>You inhale loudly.
"...yes."
>Something dawns on you.
"Where's Daniel?"
>"I'm sorry?"
"My friend."
>Nurse Redheart cuts in.
>"He's in another room recovering. Do you feel better now?"
"...sort of."
>"Are you ok with me taking the tub?"
>She sounds like she's talking to a temperamental child who'd lose his shit if anyone would dare touch what was his.
"Take it."
>You hear the sound of metal scraping across the floor.
>"If you don't mind me asking, what ARE you?"
>You resist the urge to say something sarcastic.
"Human."
>"Hu...man. H-U-E-M-A-N?'
"No E."
>"Ah."
>You hear a faint scribbling, then an discernable amount of hooves coming toward you.
>"Are you in pain, Human?'
>Her voice is a lot closer now.
"My elbows hurt a bit, but I'm not dying."
>"Your...what?"
>You point at your raised elbow.
>"Oh! Spell that, please?"
"E-L-B-O-W."
>More scribbling.
>The nurse enters the room again and arrives at the other side of the bed.
>"I apologize for your bedding, we had to improvise. We don't have any beds in your size."
>You briefly uncover your eyes and look at the bed.
>Its three pony sized bed pushed together lengthwise.
"Its ok."
>"Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
"...no?"
>"Why won't you look at us?"
"I fear for my sanity."
>You hear them collectively step back.
>"Would you mind explaining?"

>You sigh.
"The place I'm from...is nothing like this..."
>You hear the guard snort.
"I'm not even sure how I got here. Everything is happening so fast, I haven't had any time to absorb all of it."
>You're vaguely aware of how much of a bitch you sound like.
>You feel something soft and velvety yet firm touch your shoulder.
>"It's ok. If you need someone to talk to, I have no problem helping you. I was afraid you were here to take over or something of the like, but it seems you are as confused as I was. Once you heal up enough, I'd like to take you and your friend to the Princess to clear things up and get you home."
"...I'd...appreciate that..."
>You open your eyes and look at here.
>Her eyes are warm and--
>Her wings.
>Her wings are gone.
>Where the fuck are her wings?
>Wasn't she a princess?
"Uh..."
>"Yes?"
>Should you say something?
>You're not sure if her reality is the reality in the cartoon.
>You're not even sure if your not dreaming.
>You pinch yourself.
>You're not in your shitty apartment
>You're still here.
"Uh, did you say we'd see the Princess when I healed? That'll take forever."
>"Why would it?"
"Well, the bone needs to set and heal...it'll take at least 6 months."
>"Maybe in the dark ages, but modern magic has shortened the healing process to a few days. Do you not have magic where you're from?"
"...no. No I don't."
>She gives you a bewildered look.
>"...but why?"
"Look, I don't know. I'd love to explain more things to you, but I'd like to rest, please."
>She frowns and nods, understanding.
>She leaves, as you try to get some much needed rest.