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Anon in EQG

By KodiaKowboy
Created: 2023-11-27 04:12:05
Updated: 2024-06-19 05:20:51
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  1. >It's...
  2. >Warm
  3. >Warmer
  4. >No, hotter
  5. >Hot, hot, hot
  6. >It's fucking burning
  7. >But why does it feel cold too?
  8. >And what's that sound?
  9. >It sounds like...screaming?
  10. >Who's screaming?
  11. >Sounds like...your voice?
  12. >Yeah, you are screaming
  13. >Probably cause it hurts
  14. >It all hurts
  15. >Hurts and burns and freezes and stabs
  16. >You're trying to open your eyes but it's so bright...
  17. >You can almost hear someone else's voice right before God finally lets you fade into darkness
  18.  
  19. -=-=-=-=-
  20.  
  21. >It's...
  22. >Warm
  23. >Just warm, this time
  24. >Soft too
  25. >Feels like you're in bed
  26. >Feels like you're at an angle too
  27. >Something stuck on the inside of your left elbow
  28. >And a sort of...pressure, all over your right arm
  29. >You hear voices
  30. >Sounds like they're coming from another room
  31. >You hear beeping too
  32. >It's steady and rhythmic, kinda like a...
  33. >Heart monitor?
  34. >You try to open your eyes, but are blinded by the light
  35. >After some more attempts, your sight adjusts enough to let you take in your surroundings
  36. >Looks like you're some sort of hospital
  37. >Sterile, white walls, but the white seems...stronger, than other hospitals
  38. >As your eyes survey the hospital room, your left hand moves to absentmindedly scratch your arm, but your fingers meet stiff plastic
  39. >Looking down you see that it's in a cast, forcing your right arm into a 90 degree angle
  40. >Panning over to your left arm, you see an IV inserted there
  41. >Before you have a chance to question your surroundings, your head darts to the sound of the doorknob turning and the door opening
  42. >In the entrance stands a lithe, short woman in scrubs and a nurse's cap atop a mop of...blue hair?
  43. >And yellow skin?!
  44. >She's too focused on the clipboard in her hands to notice your staring
  45. >"Let's see, room 206..." She trails off as she looks up and meets your stare with one of her own
  46. >Her eyes seem...too big
  47. >Oddly enough, that's wierding you out more than her color scheme
  48. >She opens her mouth to try and speak but no words come out
  49. >Mouth agape, she slowly steps back out the door and lets it close once more
  50. >You're stuck staring at the door, alone once more
  51. >After maybe twenty minutes or so, there's a knock on the door
  52. "Co-" you're inturrupted as the dryness of your throat sends you into a coughing fit
  53. >You manage a strained "come in" before the door opens once again
  54. >There stands a bespectacled man in a labcoat, with brown hair and what looks like a cheap fake tan
  55. >He gives a tightlipped smile upon seeing you
  56. >"Looks like you're awake!" He observes, eliciting a nod from you
  57. >He steps in fully, and as the door shuts, you notice a crowd of multicolored people watching the doctor through the closing gap
  58. >The doctor rolls over a stool and sits to your right
  59. >"My name is Doctor Stables. Do you think you could tell me yours?" He asks hopefully
  60. >Your name?
  61.  
  62. >You clear your throat before speaking "My name's-"
  63. >You're cut short by a shooting pain from within your head
  64. >Grabbing your head out of instinct, you feel that it's wrapped in bandages
  65. >The doctor sighs and shakes his head
  66. >"I was afraid of that..."
  67. "Af-fraid of what?" You rub your head, only now noticing the feeling of the bandages on your bare scalp
  68. >Doctor Stables deftly removed his glasses and cleaned them with a cloth from his pocket
  69. >Replacing them on the bridge of his nose, he inhaled deeply before speaking cautiously
  70. >"Son, do you remember what happened to you? Why you're here?"
  71. >Why you're here?
  72. >Why ARE you here?
  73. >The doctor nodded understandingly
  74. >Reaching behind him, he grabbed a manilla folder off the table
  75. >"You were found immensely wounded. Broken arm, various burns and lacerations all across your body, and severe head trauma."
  76. >He pulls something from the folder and hands it to you
  77. >It's a photograph
  78. >Wrapped in bloody bandages, face swollen and bruised, you almost can't recognize yourself
  79. >Flipping it over, you see some notes written on the back
  80. >Things such as the date, context for the image, and a signature
  81. >"We did our best to patch you up, but to be completely frank with you, you're lucky to be alive."
  82. >"Your body kept rejecting whatever blood we tried to give you."
  83. >"So all we could do was sew you up, give you something for the pain, and hope for you to survive long enough that we could deal with your more serious issues."
  84. >"Once you mostly healed, we could go in and fix that arm of yours." Doctor Stables gestured to your immobilized limb
  85. >Countless questions swirled around your mind, but only one made it's way to your lips
  86. "Where am I?"
  87. >He sat up a bit straighter
  88. >As he opened his mouth to answer, the door was flung open by a white skinned nurse with pink hair, panting as if she just ran acoss the building
  89. >"Doctor Stables, there you are! We need you in the OR!" She commanded
  90. >The doctor gave a brief goodbye before rushing to follow the nurse, leaving you alone once again
  91. >You stare down at the picture still in your hand
  92. >How long have you been here?
  93. >Trying to remember how you got here, you only recall the physical sensations of your injuries
  94. >Your eyes wander down your arm and up the IV line to the plastic bag filled with some clear liquid
  95. >Looking closer, you see that it's just saline
  96. >You glance towards the door again
  97. >You need answers
  98.  
  99. >You groan from the effort it takes to move your painfully stiff legs
  100. >There's a dull ache in your calves
  101. >A brief glance at where they once lay reveals a folded-up blanket draped over the cot's footboard
  102. >Why would they put you in such a small bed?
  103. >You shake the question out of your head
  104. >Have to focus
  105. >A tight fist gripping the IV stand, you shakily try to drag yourself to your feet
  106. >Before you can put even an ounce more of weight onto your legs, you crumple to the floor
  107. >Luckily, your cast broke your fall
  108. >And knocked the wind out of you
  109. >After spending God knows how long catching your breath, you laboriously climb up and sit on the edge of the hospital bed once more
  110. >Looking around the room, your eyes land on the folder that Dr. Stables had
  111. >You can see some papers spilling out from it from the doctor's hasty exit
  112. >Your intent gaze darts to the stool he had sat on, to the door, then to the folder once more
  113. >Keeping one eye on the door, you set out moving yourself to the stool and over to the table
  114. >Sifting through the file's contents, your fatigued mind is bombarded with sheets of numbers and graphs
  115. >More photos, these showing every part and angle of your body
  116. >Tattered
  117. >Broken
  118. >Filthy
  119. >Not an inch of skin that isn't stained red with blood
  120. >You shouldn't have lived
  121. >The back of the photographs doesn't give much more information than the first
  122. >You continue through the folder's contents
  123. >X-rays
  124. >Some of your arms, legs, torso
  125. >None of your skull, you notice
  126. >Eventually you find some more useful papers
  127. >Nurse's reports-copies, at least-detailing your condition daily make up the bulk of the file
  128. >[ROOM: 206]
  129. >[NAME: ANONYMOUS]
  130. >[DATE: 5/14/1998]
  131. >...
  132. >[DATE: 5/14/1998]
  133. >You reread it a third time
  134. >Then a fourth time
  135. >Fifth, sixth, seventh-
  136. >You tear through the rest of the reports, checking the date on each and catching glimpses of notes as your heart paces faster and faster
  137. >[DATE: 5/17/1998]
  138. >[Vitals improving]
  139. >[DATE: 5/26/1998]
  140. >[Recovery slow]
  141. >[DATE: 6/13/1998]
  142. >[Condition stable]
  143. >You reach the most recent report, your eyes nearly burning a hole in the paper as you stare at the black ink
  144. >[DATE: 7/13/1998]
  145. >You're panting as if you just ran a marathon, your pulse pounds in your ears like a war drum
  146. >This isn't possible
  147. >You must be dreaming
  148. >Or in a coma
  149. >Maybe you're in h-
  150. "AAAIIIEEE!"
  151. >You jump off the stool at the sudden touch and scramble on the floor to face a stunned nurse.
  152. >This one had pink skin with purple and white hair
  153. >You never heard her come in
  154. >"Are you alright, dearie? I was callin' your name, but I reckon ya didn't hear me."
  155. >You ignore her question and take a shaky breath
  156. "Wh...Where am I?" You plead
  157. >"Why, you're in Canterlot General, dearie," The nurse smiles warmly, offering a hand

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