A Bond in Violet P4

>BEEP.
>BEEP.
>BEEP.
>What the hell is that beeping noise?
>BEEP.
>You’re not a robot, last you checked.
>Was it an alarm?
>BEEP.
>No, your alarm is one of those stupid old fashioned bell-driven things.
>That’s all they had at the store, really.
>One of these days you’d invent the digital clock and become a zillionaire.
>Was zillion even an amount of numbers? If it wasn’t, you’d make damn sure that it was.
>All part of your plan.
>BEEP.
>Okay, no, the beeping has to stop.
>You reach around and try to find the source of the annoying noise.
>It is a mostly fruitless endeavor.
>BEEP.
>Not because you can’t find the noise or anything simple like that.
>But because your arms aren’t quite working.
>In fact, as your brain starts to wake up bit-by-bit, you notice that your eyes aren’t working either.
>And you are also not breathing.
>This is the most bizarre experience that you’ve had since…
>Hold on.
>Hold the fucking phone wait a second.
>You’re not dead are you?
>No way, that’d be bullshit. After coming all this way you’d fucking die?
>BEEP.
>What sort of cosmic force would will that?
>You were going to be her hero, goddamnit.
>Not that stupid blue horse.
>A slight tingling sensation awakens around where you’re assuming your head is.
>Something is definitely not fucking right currently, but you’ll be damned if it’s going to kick your ass.
>You’re probably just asleep. And maybe you’re listening to someone else’s beeping.
>BEEP.
>“Okay, enough with the fucking beeping!” You mentally shout to nothing in particular.
>You guess you’re sort of stuck in your own head now.
>Hm.
>What’s the last thing you remember?
>Passing out in a pool of your own blood, after a pony-turned-vampire gouged out your throat.
>Hey now, not before you were able to deliver her to wherever she was going.
>Was it the castle? Something like that. With Luna, you surmise. That’s a familiar name. Yeah.
>BEEP.
>Well, this is getting you nowhere really.
>Maybe you were dreaming? But this is a bizarre dream. It’s all black. And the only noise you hear is that horrid-
>BEEP.
>Hold on a second.
>Passing out after severe blood loss…severe insomnia…
>Were you in a fucking coma?
>That…kind of explains something, you suppose.
>You read an article way back that coma patients retained a bit of brain function while they were out.
>BEEP.
>And apparently that’s enough function to make an annoying beeping noise.
>Wonderful. Thanks brain, you really pulled out the stocks for me. Us. Whatever.
>Well then…what now? This is completely unfamiliar territory.
>Can you will yourself awake? Is that how this works? You’re not entirely sure.
>For all you know, you could be actually dead.
>If not for the-
>BEEP.
>Unless heaven beeps. Which is a perfectly reasonable guess. You’re not going to judge heaven if it liked annoying noises.
>Hardly makes it a heaven you’d want to visit though.
>”L…br….wa…”
>Wait that’s not a beep.
>That’s another noise entirely.
>The tingling starts to get slightly stronger.
>You know what? Fuck it. Let’s try the whole ‘will yourself alive’ thing.
>Seemed to work in anime.
>Why not magical horseland?
>LIVE DAMNIT.
>LIVE!
>You open your eyes, albeit barely.
“Wow that actually fucking worked?”
>Though your eyelids seem awfully heavy, you’re able to get a little light into them.
>It’s enough, though.
>You’re fucking alive.
>Hot damn.
>After a struggling blink, you’re able to open your eyes. Slowly.
>Hold on. This place is a familiar to you.
>Stark white walls.
>BEEP.
>Annoying beeping noise.
>…strange medicinal smell.
>You’re at Ponyville General.
>Or, at least some kind of hospital.
>You give a quick scan around the room.
>BEEP.
>Sure enough, the beeping is coming from a device right next to you, hooked into your arm.
>So that’s your heart monitor you’re guessing.
>Apparently human anatomy isn’t so bizarre to ponies after all.
>Well, you say that, but what if they took a kidney out because they thought you had too many?
>…
>Moving on.
>On your bedside table are some flowers and a few cards.
>You can already tell they’re written in Ponyspeak.
>But hey, someone cares, apparently.
>Judging by the glaring pink-ness of one of the cards, you’d have to guess it’s from Pinkie.
>There’s actually only two others, but they don’t have any real notifying features.
>The flowers are pretty though.
>Dark blue and sort of lilac looking. You guess. You’re not a damn florist. Nor are you even sure lilacs exist in this place.
>They’re a little wispy, though.
>You don’t feel a breeze, but still they sway ever so slightly.
>Neat.
>Nothing else really warrants any attention in the room.
>Alright, next, let’s do a body check.
>You attempt to raise your arm, but find your strength rather failing.
>That’s probably normal for a coma patient, you guess.
>Wiggling your head slightly from side to side give you a good judge of how sore you are all over.
>You’re also wrapped pretty tightly in the blankets.
>Probably to stop you from moving, if you had to guess.
>Do coma patients move a lot? Maybe they were just worried about you.
>”Ah. You are awake finally,” A voice speaks in your head.
>Wait, in your head?
>”Do you like the flowers? I created them in my own image. A bit narcissistic, perhaps,” the voice giggles. “It is good to see that you survived the ordeal.”
>Luna.
>That explains the weird flowers.
How does this work exactly, do you just think in your head?
>”Essentially, though you’re only able to do so due to my own magic. I will say, that even my magic seems to be struggling with your human mind. The doctors seemed to be telling the truth.”
Well, you were human, after all. Magic isn’t exactly a native element back home. Wait, what about the doctors? What’s wrong with me?
>”Well, a passing trader found your body near a road from Canterlot. He called for help, fearing you dead. They brought you here, and attempted to heal you. I have not been able to visit you since, so I cannot say for what ails you.”
Alright. Fair enough. I’m mostly intact, I think. I feel really light headed though. And weak. I can barely move my arms.
>”As I said, the doctors used magic to heal you. Actually, give me a moment, I will summon one. We shall speak soon. There is much to discuss.”
No, wait what about Rarity?
>You wait for a few moments, but there is no response.
>There is, however, a knock on the door.
>A light blue furred pony trots in, wearing a white coat. You’d be dumb not to assume he was a doctor.
>”Ah! You’re finally awake. Gosh, had I known humans slept for that long, I would have given you more pillows to sleep on.” He chuckles at his own bad joke, stepping in and taking a look at your chart at the foot of your bed.
>If you could grimace harder than a slight frown, you would.
>”Mr…Noneemus? How do you say that anyway? Haha, well, you should thank Celestia you’re alive. What in the world happened to you? Timberwolf attack in the middle of the field?”
>The asshole doctor is smiling at you, expecting a laugh probably.
>”Well, in any case, I’ll send in the recovery team shortly. It might take a little bit since you’re all human and stuff. But we’ll get you fixed up. Eventually! Hahaha.”
>He juts his head towards you as if you’re supposed to laugh at his joke, beaming a wide, annoying smile.
>Even if they did save your life or whatever, the urge to strike this guy is rising.
>”Oh and don’t try to move or anything. We gotcha locked in tighter than a cell at NCP. Oh, I suppose that’s a tasteless joke, isn’t it?” His smile fades in a flash and he almost seems glowering at you now.
>You have enough energy to cock an eyebrow at the doctor before he shrugs and quickly exits, locking the door behind him.
>NCP? He mentioned a cell, so you’re guessing that’s a prison or something.
>Why is that a tasteless joke? And why did he lock the door on you?
>You attempt another wiggle of your arms, and he’s right.
>Sure you’re covered in a blanket, but there’s nothing else holding you down that you can feel.
>Some unseen weight is upon you, stopping you from doing anything but moving your head.
>And speaking, as well, apparently.
>You’ve been meaning to say things, but they’re not really coming out. Your mouth just refuses to cooperate.
>This is a very bizarre situation.
>Luna didn’t seem all that concerned.
>But then again, the one time you met her was in the bottom of a well talking about pony vampires and other crazy crap.
>Maybe this sort of thing is normal for her.
>A few minutes pass, mostly of you staring at the ceiling and trying not to think too hard.
>There was a voice practically screaming in the back of your head, and you knew exactly what it was saying.
>You’re choosing to ignore it currently, until you get some more information.
>The door unlocks and two nurse ponies enter, both unicorns.
>They walk to either side of your bed, and seemingly refuse to lock eyes with you.
>The one on the right of you even closes her eyes.
>…
>Their horns light up with that funny looking sparkle. One pink, one a sort of greenish yellow.
>Looking down, you see the target of their spell.
>’No, it isn’t your willy this time’, a part of you thinks.
>Their magic is enveloping your body, and the tingling that was in your head earlier returns.
>In fact, it spreads throughout your entire body, as if every muscle had fallen asleep and was in the throes of waking up.
>Thankfully, the telltale pain of parts falling asleep isn’t present.
>But this raises a few questions.
>Maybe they forced you into a coma? Or something crazy.
>Nah, you remember losing a lot of blood.
>And besides, you just saved one of their Element doodads from certain death. Or undeath. Or something like that.
>The ponies of Ponyville don’t –hate- you, either. Well, not that much.
>Outright ostracizing you isn’t exactly hate.
>The tingling continues, and you wager they’re restoring function to the rest of your body.
>…judging by the strain they seem to be showing, it’s only sort of working.
>You attempt to wiggle your right toe.
>It obliges.
>So does your foot, and then your calf. Your fingers sort of work, but they feel all crackly. You really feel the need to pop your knuckles.
>A few more moments follow, and you think you hear one of the nurses swear under her breath.
>To be fair, they’re working up a hell of a sweat trying to heal you. Or whatever it is they’re doing.
>You’d likely be cursing too.
>Actually, let’s try that talking thing.
“Um.”
>That’s about all you’re able to manage.
>Your mouth is hella dry and cottony.
>That’s probably normal, too.
>The shock on the right pony’s face is probably not.
>Almost like she’s…scared of you?
“Don’t you dare speak to us! We’re only doing this because it’s our job.” The other nurse shouts at you, her visage a blight of anger on her face. She finishes the statement with a ‘tch’.
>You decide not to push your luck, since they were actually helping.
>This is going in the ‘what the hell is going on’ pile, though.
>A few more silent moments pass as they continue healing you
>Though with the weird weight on your body you don’t really know much difference.
>You can wiggle slightly, and seem to function normally.
>Nothing is broken, as far as you can tell.
>There’s a dull pain on your neck, almost like a mosquito bite.
>…your neck…
>Oh shit.
>Instinctively you go to try and feel for it, but fail.
>The angry nurse seems to notice.
>”Don’t touch it. Our magic is the only thing keeping you from bleeding out, you cretin. You ought to feel honored,” she sneers.
>Cretin.
>That’s a fancy word for a lowlife.
>So you’re held against your will, a lowlife, and people are only taking care of you because they have to.
>And the doctor said something about a prison?
>Something isn’t adding up here at all, because it sounds a lot like you’re being accused of something or other.
>Why didn’t Luna say something about this?
>The nurseponies soon finish up and slam the door shut. The shy one does glance back at you, but you can almost see tears in her eyes before she departs.
>What, do they think you killed Rarity or something horrible?
>That’s preposterous. These guys are smarter than that, right?
>…right?
End of Part 4. I know. It was a shitty part. I'm trying, okay?