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- A RESTFUL INTERLUDE
- >A warm wet feeling snaked its way inside you and made you yelp in surprise.
- >You jumped and ended up on the floor as you fell out of your chair, roused from your nap.
- >An energetic voice filled your ears.
- >”Wake up silly buns! Break is over!”
- >You looked at the clock on the break room’s wall.
- >5:30 AM
- >You looked up at the form above you.
- >Coldheart.
- >A rather cheerful pony despite her name.
- >You have no idea how she always came to work so… awake in the mornings.
- >Still though, you admired her drive.
- >She loved her work and loved coming to work.
- >Even at this Celestia forsaken hour.
- >That’s not to say you didn’t love your job either because you did.
- >You just weren’t as...
- >Nurse Coldheart was still regarding you with that same warm smile.
- >... enthusiastic about it.
- “Heh, sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”
- >”Hey now, don’t worry about it. And besides, Helpinghoof would have your flank if he knew you were dozing off.”
- >She was right, you knew.
- “Yeah. Thanks for waking me but was sticking your friggin tongue in my ear really necessary?
- >”No, not really. But it worked didn’t it?”
- >Of course it worked but that was besides the point!
- >...
- >You couldn’r really find it in you to be mad at her.
- “I guess so.” you replied evenly, taking the diplomatic route.
- “So, did you have a deep rest?”
- >IF YOU HAD TO HEAR THAT JOKE ONE MOR-
- >No, no.
- >Calm it, girl.
- >She didn’t mean anything by it.
- “No, not really. I’m off the clock in about three hours so I should be fine.”
- >You wouldn’t be fine.
- >You swore you could hear your bed calling your name.
- >It’d be a miracle if you were able to stay awake for the whole three hours.
- >You eyed the coffee machine miserably.
- >There was no more coffee mix in the break room.
- >You let out a little yawn and eyed the clock then your food that you had yet to even touch.
- >Your break was over.
- >So much for enjoying your snack.
- >You packed all of it up and tossed it back into the refrigerator.
- >You could do this right?
- >There were only three hours left.
- >You couldn’t do this.
- >You were in the process of making sure vitals were stable, checked and logged.
- >You’ve just about completed your rounds but there were two problems.
- >It has only been about thirty minutes and your were dead tired.
- >Anyways, the next patient you were to check on was named Connie Amore according to her chart.
- >You pulled the clipboard off its hook and continued reading.
- >Just out of surgery for tonsillitis not too long ago.
- >She shouldn’t be awake from the anesthetics just yet so you forewent knocking and gently opened up the door.
- >Looking at the machine, you started scribbling on the clipboard.
- >BP 122/85
- >Oxygen 91 percent.
- >Blah.
- >Blah.
- >Done.
- >Checked the cords on the bed and the machine.
- >Checked the IV.
- >Yada yada.
- >Rada rada.
- >Everything, like the last few rooms, were normal.
- >Which was good despite how it was making you cripplingly bored.
- >If things were normal that meant ponies were ok.
- >You’d rather be bored than to see a pony die from post op complications.
- >Another look at the patient reveal that her blanket had drifted downwards somehow.
- >A simple fix.
- >You pulled it up over the pink mass and made your way out of the room.
- >Next room you did the same thing.
- >And in the next one.
- >Things were normal, once again, in the next one.
- >After a few more rooms with a few more patients you were about to check the last one when a BP alarm went off somewhere down the hall.
- >You immediately turned tail and ran towards the source worried.
- >That low beeping meant that somepony’s blood pressure was either dangerously high or low.
- >When you finally reached the room you saw the door was open and the doctor on staff was already in dealing with with the unruly elderly pony in bed.
- >Doctor Hooves or something like that.
- >Regardless, the stallion waved you off while explaining the importance of not removing hospital equipment to the old mare.
- >You let out a sigh of relief.
- >At least you were awake now.
- >You made your way back to the the last room and took the clipboard off the wall into your hooves.
- >The patient's name was was Miss Eri.
- >Female, earth pony.
- >19.
- >Interesting.
- >As you continued to read down the chart the wider your eyes became.
- >A few lacerations, blunt force trauma, a concussion, multiple rib fractures.
- >The list went on and on.
- >What the heck happened to her to get her these injuries.
- >The most surprising of which was the reason this pony was in the post OP ward in the first place.
- >Apparently she had just gotten out of surgery for a full screfula drain.
- >You’ve only ever seen unicorns in here for that if you ever saw it at all.
- >The screfula is the organ responsible for storing and releasing magic within a pony’s body.
- >To think an earth pony could become so saturated with magic to warrant a full drain was nothing short of mind boggling.
- >Let alone all those other injures.
- >The patient was to be kept under anesthetics for about a day to keep her from injuring herself.
- >Since she was out, it didn’t warrant a knock.
- >But you did anyways for whatever reason.
- >Upon receiving no response, you entered.
- >On the bed lied said earth pony mare.
- >You winced.
- >You were a nurse and you’ve seen a lot of things.
- >Still though.
- >The young mare had a breathing tube in her throat and other wires and cords snaking down from the bed.
- >There were bruises that you could clearly see through the fur on her face and a large one around her neck.
- >She had a black eye that was slightly swollen.
- >The rest of her was concealed by the blanket.
- >The mare in the bed was absolutely gorgeous despite everything, however.
- >What the heck happened to her?
- >It was when you saw her the shape of one of the marks on her that things started to click.
- >You referred back to her clipboard.
- >Admitted by Ponyville PD.
- >Taken immediately for emergency surgery.
- >She’d received a rape kit?
- >Celestia above, what kind of ponies...
- >You looked at the sorry form in bed and shook your head.
- >Thanks to medicine and magic she'd be fine in a few days but just to think...
- >You took the clipboard and started to record the readings.
- >You really just didn’t want to think about what she must have went through...
- >Your eyes popped open to the sound of the intercom and an automated voice.
- >”Code Blue, fourth floor, room 460. Code Blue, fourth floor, room 460.”
- >You sighed.
- >Code Blue signalled to medical staff like yourself of a patient needing immediate attention usually due to cardio-respiratory failure.
- >Normally there’d be ward designation on the automated alert but considering where the room number put the emergency you could understand why it was omitted.
- >That would be the birthplace.
- >Some mother must be having complications.
- >Poor mare, whoever she was.
- >Fuck, you needed to stop falling asleep.
- >You grimaced and glanced at the clock behind your nurse’s station.
- >6:58 AM.
- >It was almost time to check vitals.
- >But the good news was you were out of here in about an hour.
- >You decided to get a head start on your rounds to make time move a little faster for you.
- >It killed about thirty minutes which was nice but it didn’t make you any less tired.
- >All you had to do was stay awake just a little longer for Heartmender to take over for you and you’d be fine.
- >You yawned into your hoof and sat back down in your chair behind the station.
- >Thirty minutes.
- >Just thirty minutes.
- >All you had to do...
- >Was stay...
- >Awake...
- >Don’t go to sleep...
- >Your eyes flutter and threaten to close on you entirely.
- >Just stay awake girl, you can do this.
- >Your eyes just closed on you anyways.
- >That was ok though...
- >As long as you stayed awake you were fine.
- >Your eyes resting couldn’t hurt right?
- >The intercom spoke again.
- >”Code Blue, second floor, Post OP, room 228. Code Blue, second floor, Post OP, room 228.”
- >You were already on your hooves and galloping down the hall.
- >As soon as you turned the next corner you could hear the alarms of various machines.
- >You reached the end of the hall and quickly glanced at the clipboard hanging just outside of the door.
- >Miss Eri.
- >Female, Earth Pony.
- >You threw the door open.
- >The window on the opposite end of the room was opened up, curtains billowing slightly in the breeze.
- >It wasn’t like that before.
- >And was that a flash of magic or was that a glint of light reflected of the window itself?
- >Putting that off for now, you moved to the earth pony in the bed who was practically blue beneath her fur.
- >Oh Luna, give you strength.
- >This wasn’t how you wanted to end your day.
- >Blood oxygen readings were zeroed.
- >The heart monitor which you heard beeping frantically has since stopped and was sounding an erie single tone.
- >Shit shit shit.
- >You used your training to reign in your panic.
- >You deftly pulled the breathing tube from the mares throat and noticed Dr. Hooves had joined you and was removing the restraints from over her chest.
- >With the sheet away Hooves stepped away and allowed you to do the honors.
- >There wasn’t time to argue with him right now so you went back to one of the first medical procedures you ever learned.
- >The one that earned you your cutie mark.
- >You hesitated, if for just a moment, when you saw some of the same scars on her now exposed forelegs that ran down yours as well.
- >No time for feelings right now.
- >You placed your hooves over her and started chest compressions.
- >One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand...
- END A (NOT SO)RESTFUL INTERLUDE
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