Anon's medical advice Part 2

And so what did we learn here?
>You half expected Nurse Redheart to scratch or paw….hoof at the ground in embarrassment but instead the pony just tilted her head in an inquisitive look.
>”Ah….Leeches are bad?”
>You pinch the bridge of your nose, slowly releasing a sigh
Yes, leeches are bad. They aren’t, they SHOULDN’T be used in medicine at all.
>You spread at your arms, the multitude of bleeding bandages criss-crossing your chest, wet with warm blood.
And, as an added bonus, their saliva stops platelets from clotting so that’s fuckin’ great.
>You were pretty sure it was platelets. Maybe it was the fib-
>”Platelets? You mean like tiny plates?” The dim nurse’s ward brightens when the door creaks open, a purple glowing horn shedding some additional light.
What? No. Platelets. Like the little tiny bits of cells in your blood.
>Blank stares from the both of them.
Essential part of clotting? I mean this is basics.
>The ponies give a quick glance to each other before Ms. Matter-of-Fact takes a step closer, “Anon… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Tiny plates in prisons? Are you feeling okay?”
>It suddenly dawns on you.
>Of course.
>Of-fucking-course.
>The ponies lack of medicine was attributed to the lack of knowledge. They didn’t know about The Cell Model.
Twilight, grab a pen...quill, whatever. I’m about to enlighten both of you to the nitty-gritty of life. Blow your minds.
>As confused as she is, she complies with a bit of searching, returning with-
Oh no no no, grab enough paper for a book. And chairs. The three of us are going to have a long chat.

>As Twilight and Redheart prepare themselves for the sit down session you wrack your mind, trying to think of what to tell them. Certainly cells, maybe a touch of genetics, and definitely how to treat basic illnesses and symptoms.
>”Anon? We’re ready…” Redheart looked a touch confused but Twilight looked downright skeptical
>Ah well
Alright so lets start with the tiniest bit of life: the cell. Cells are so tiny you can’t see them with the naked eye. Its like…
>You snatch a piece of paper from Twilight, eliciting a “HEY!” which only gave you time to grab her quill.
Its like...a roundish...well its more like an ooze thing with miniature organs and a membrane around it that regulates what goes in and out.
>You hold up your crude picture for them to see. You may have invented a few organelles and omitted a few others.
And not all cells look like this, but they all have basic components. They end up differentiating somewhere down the line but they all work in tandem to make your working functioning bodies. Your body has like…
>Fuck
...a couple...million...trillion of them. And they’re all stuck together to make your body.
>You kick ass at explanations.
>The quill and paper twinkle with magic, floating over to the purple pony. “But that doesn’t make sense Anon, how do they all work together to create a higher being of thought like you or I? I mean...it doesn’t look like they can talk...and even if they did it would take forever for anything to work because of their size!”
Well…
>”And what do you mean differentiate down the line?” Ugh...something about Redheart’s voice just..”You mean they were all the same at one point?” All you could think of was leeches.
Okay well Twilight… the  uh...they communicate by transferring chemicals or electrical signals which go very fast. And they’re not like thinking beings so its not like there’s a conflic-
>”But how do they know to communicate with each other if they’re not sentient? None of this really makes sense!”
>Fuck this shit, you don’t know those minute details. Plan B. Ignore and move on.
And yes Redheart, we all came from a single cell at conception. It divided into two then those two to two again, growing exponentially until they cells differentiate. I mean, that’s the point of sex right?
>A small blush crosses their face the same time that a look of confusion adds to it. “Point of sex?”
Uh...yeah. Procreation. Sex...babies.
>”W-WHAT?!?” Their simultaneous shout physically hurts, but two pairs of front hooves barely missing your junk is what makes you wince. You guess they what to make this apparent controversy up close and personal.
What did I say?
>”SEX makes babies??”
>A little filly from the back of the nurse’s ward pokes her head out from behind a curtain.
Well duh. How else would babies get made?
>”When two ponies are destined to be together the mare becomes with child of course! It’s Celestia’s blessing and sign when a mare gets pregnant!”
>How could a medical professional not know this?
>“That’s how you know if a marriage is meant to be or if two people are meant to get married!”
>Your eyebrow raises.
Noooo… You get married, have sex. Boom. Babies.
>”But...but what if they aren’t m-married?”
And someone gets pregnant?
>A nod
Well then the person has been sleeping around, obviously.
>The white pony seems to have lost a bit of her luster, her form sliding down like a slug to sprawl out on the ground. “My...little filly...had…”
>Alright you feel a bit bad for breaking the news to her. But she did torture you...albeit unintentionally.
>Well this was unintentional. Perfect trade.
Sit back down and get to writing.
>Slowly, slooooowly Twilight backpedaled until she was back in her chair.
>”I’ll lissften from dowfn here….” You peer down at Redheart.
As long you listen. I’m going to touch on one more thing and then we’re going into basic medicine.
>A small grumble is all you get, but she’s staring up at you, so you figure that works.
Annnyway. Speaking of progeny: you might notice that traits get passed down from parents to children, such as eye color…
>You look at their strange skin color, gonna leave that for another day.
...and hair color and even special traits like wings and horns...I assume. There’s also a chance of genetic defects. Like me, I have really bad acid reflux which essentially makes me in...
>They really don’t need to know about that.
Alright, enough about that, let’s go Redheart, let me teach you the basics.
>You pick the melancholy pony up, putting her on your shoulders. You definitely weren’t doing this to cheer her up. I mean hell, why would you?
>Okay so maybe the guilt is hitting you. A little.
>You take the nurse over to the different patients, the ones you assisted earlier, explaining a tip here or a process there. Pressure stops wounds, elevate the head or broken limbs, a fever is natural to the body so just give them lots of water, splints are essential to mending bones properly...
>You pour your limited, but far more expansive expertise on the matter about each patient.
>Finally Redheart seems to get it through her skull. Hell she actually seems eager.
Alright so I’ll check back in a couple days, alright? Just remember what I told you.
>”Oh I will Anon! Thank you!”
>Twilight gathers up her notes and follows you, following the trail to her home.
>The pages encircle her as she reads each one, frowning deeper and deeper the more she stares “Anon...as much as I respect your opinion these so-called facts just don’t seem to be...right. None of this really makes sense.”
Just give it time. In a couple of day’s you’ll see that they’re all doing better. I promise.
>You absent-mindedly pat her on the shoulder, happy that someone finally took your advice in this town.

You ready to be amazed?
>Twilight rolls her eyes, “Amaze me oh great and wise Anon.”
Behold!
>You open the door to the ward and an all too familiar fretful pony looks up from a patient, “Anon! Thank goodness you’re here. I’m not quite too sure what’s going on here…”
>You don’t have to look at Twilight to know she has that fuckin smirk on her face right now.
>Redheart hurries over, her front hooves coating in a strange yellow sheen.
>Some sort of ointment, you guess. Whatever.
Let me take a look here…
>Nurse Redheart puts her hoof on the pony’s head, “He was fine when he started but after his wound closed up he started burning up in a fever! Actually, almost ALL of the pony’s have fevers!”
>You furrow your brow, inspecting the stallion carefully. Nothing seemed amiss… his bandages were all wrapped, it just looked like a fever.
>But he didn’t have a fever a few days ago.
>”Oh and Anon I ran into this! What exactly is this?”
>You follow the nurse to the next bed, the filly whimpering in pain as Redheart tried to apply pressure to an open wound. A...oh no.
>”Is this...are these platelets that you were talking about?”
>Oh no…
>That rancid smell…
>Nurse Redheart was pressing fiercely into the side of the filly, clearly not meaning to harm her, but it was inevitable. Yellow and green pus was leaking out of the wound, the smell of rotted cheese and sewage bursting from the wound.
>The little filly had an infection. A bad one too, extending from what looked like her hind leg to her flank.
Alright, don’t panic, just get some antibiotics, rubbing alcohol and something to bite on because alcohol on that cut is going to fucking hurt.
>You roll up your sleeves and begin searching through the medical supplies. You knock over tubes and bottles as you try to find something, anything that could help
>”Antibiotics? Anon I don’t kn-”
>”Heads up everypony, comin’ through comin’ through!” An all too familiar rainbow streaks through the door, skidding to an abrupt halt mid-air
>How do you even do that?
>”Can we get some medical attention over here???” You finally notice the quivering form that Rainbow Dash is holding: A yellow pegasus with hair colored like fire. Even though you had never seen her before, you can be sure that that wing was not supposed to bend that way.
>Nurse Redheart springs into action, taking the pegasus from Rainbow Dash and taking her to an empty bed. “Oh dear what happened??”
>”We were out racing when we hit a freak storm patch! It knocked her off course and she clipped into a tree on the way down” The blue pony hovers around the bed, “She’s going to be okay, right?”
>You have no idea how wings work, but apparently Redheart knows something. She lightly grazes over her wounds with a hoof, giving a small mumble here and there before nodding. “It looks like she’ll be fine.”
>You on the other hand are staring in disbelief at what is taking place before you.
>Redheart was touching, poking, prodding everything on this hurt pony.
>Your eyes fixate on the nurse’s hooves, still coated with a lovely sheen of yellow pus.
>The yellow ‘ointment’ from before.
>A quick survey around the room, a brief recollection ‘...almost ALL of the ponies have fevers..’
>Oh fuck, you never explained about germs and bacteria
>She probably infected every single pony she treated
Redheart! Get your hands off of her!
>You practically dive, knowing that it’s already too late, to pull the nurse away.
This pus on your hooves-
>You point, making sure to keep a distance
-is bacteria. Germs
>”Wha?”
Remember cells? They’re like that, but smaller, and they’re bad. They make people sick, and you’ve been transferring them from one pony to another! That’s why all of the ponies have the same thing!
>She gasps, putting her hooves on her cheeks in surprise.
>Cringe
>”Why didn’t you tell me??”
>These ponies don’t even have antibiotics
>”That’s kinda important!!”
>Possibly everypony here has an infection
>A purple glow, ”Anon! Snap out of it!”
>If they can’t fight it off the infection what’s last resort? ...Amputation...
>”Oh buck this!” A loud crack resonates throughout the room, the feeling of hooves hitting your chest brings you back to reality. It also brings you to the floor.
>Rainbow Dash flutters over you, damn that bitch can kick.
>She picks you up by your shirt, shaking you, “Look I don’t know what’s going on, but it sounds like it’s your fault so FIX IT!”
Right..right.
>You have no idea how to fix this.