>"you really like that pillow." Docko pointed out
>green didnt even realize she was holding it tight to her chest, swivelling back and forth on her stool
>which prompted her to semi-casually lower it down under her fronthooves
>"its really pretty here, do you ponies get a lot of tourists?" green tried to get Oasis talking
>"yeah, we get skiers and snowboarders on a good winter. lots of nature-y types, you can spend moons in the woods up there if you want to..."
>green lowered her head and took a nice, long, but subtle snoof of the pillow as she went on
>"...and in the summer there's ponies who like to ride their motorcycles up in the mountains..."
>neuronactivation.wmv
>"...but im sure you know this just from getting here, but were pretty out of the way so not many ponies find their way here"
>not always a bad thing.
>Docko lit up suddenly
>"you came for the perfect weekend! theres a fesitval going on at the"
>BRRRRRRRRING
>oh yeah, she's on the clock
>"whoops! lemme go see what's up, make yourself at home greenie!" oasis said in her singsongy voice and left the room
>green tuned her ears
>very rarely there was a stir from one of the outpatient beds, underneath a couple other ponies working in the lab next to the office
>not that they care about the interloper, who was now on her lonesome
>perfect opportunity get her snoot all over that pillow

>green was sat half on her rump/mostly upright so the bad leg could stick forward with the heel of her hoof resting on the floor
>it was bearable, but not optimal for comf
>so she tried to scoot her rump back so she could lay forward, requiring her to hoist the braced leg up and horizontal on the stool
>her hoof hanging off the front side
>and the final test, green tried to sink her chest down to the pillow so she could rest her head
>her head barely made it, at the cost of her right glute and hip getting stretched to full extension
>ok, front ways wont work, and this stools too small for a full sploot, lets try sidesleeping
>green rotated on her right side, trying to rest her bad leg like a log
>although as she brought the good leg up to her chest, an involuntary movement under the brace caused her bad knee to electrify to life
>"ahhhhHHHHHH! AH ah ah.." green yelled out, but stifled herself to not alert anypony while she frantically clamored back into a manageable position
>celestia wont even let her have a proper nap
>you dont realize how big, heavy, and inconveniently shaped a leg actually is until you cant bend it
>lets try the other side
>bend the left leg so that her calf rests right in the crease of her right knee
>theeeeeere we go
>now green can wrap her hooves around that pillow and plow her nose into it
>snooooooooooooooooof
>*mmmmmmph*
>morning smells so nice...
>feels so nice...
>glorys chest floof perfectly enveloping her head and ears
>and suddenly greens floating above the street, the gelatinous air streaming by her and sending little pulses into her flapping wings

>"-aszzzleepalot"
>"Greenie? Green FN?"
>colors of white purple and green sloshed around for two seconds
>"guuuornee greenie"
>"huh?"
>"i said good morning greenie"
>oh... greens in morning's lab
>...and not trotting along a balcony at the top of a 50 story building...
>...and morning's back from snipping the plants...
>...who kissed her forehead 5 seconds ago and is now tending to the 3rd and 4th stories of plants on the wall
>"i dont think ive ever seen a mare sleep that hard in 15 minutes"
>oh yeah, Oasis is still here, plus a new stallion observer in a labcoat
>"you need to be careful with her, shell find a way to sleep anywhere and everywhere"
>Morning Glory shot green a flirty side eye
>the pillow was a psyop all along
>"yeah, good morning... sorry i uh *YAWWWN* didnt mean to pass out" green tried to politely address the ponies in the room, looking a little sheepish
>her head still felt like it was swimming through mud
>"no worries, im happy youre getting your rest!" Docko gave her a big ole smile back
>"so yeah i gave the patient a dose of [drug name] but then her [something sciency] levels kept spiking and i was like 'oook, did you eat any sugar?' and she kept being like 'nonono' and i talked to her husband and she was like 'oh yeah she ate a whole loaf of cornbread'"
>"lemme guess..."
>"old mare crabapple?" both oasis and morning said in unison
>"so *now* i gotta make some [some chemical name] to counter that because she thinks that corn bread 'isnt real sugar'-"
>"speaking of, scoot over green"
>yeah let her just-
>oh.