The Long Trains Roll

Back to Randy's POV for this chapter.

Three days later

I awoke in a sea of pain, unable to remember what happened.

*BEEP*

I tried to move my body to provide a better sleeping condition - bad idea.  I moved the slightest inch and my whole body screamed in pain.  I tried to move my left arm but it seemed locked in place and any attempt to dislodge it proved painful.  I tried the right arm which moved well but my hand felt heavier than usual.  I attempted to move my legs.  Left one first.  "Ok, let's try thi--ARGH!  GOD DAMNIT!!!".  Ok, not such a good idea.  I cautiously moved my right leg which moved fine.

*BEEP*

"Ok, what the hell is going on? I must be dreaming...yep, just a normal...pain inducing...dream.

*BEEP*

What is that damned beeping?" I asked myself.

Losing myself in my thoughts for a moment, I heard a door open.  'That doesn't sound like my front door...or any door in my flat for that matter', I thought to myself.  I heard the 'click-clack' of what sounds like high-heel shoes on a hard floor getting louder and louder, sounding like it was approaching me.  Getting frustrated, I decided to speak up.

"Hey!  I can hear someone getting closer!  What is all this?  Is this some kind of joke?!", I shouted, getting a bit riled from the situation.

"I can assure you that this is no joke Mister.", a male voice came from the left.

"Ah!  What the...I was expecting a woman.  Why are you wearing high-heels?"

"Erm, I don't know what these 'high-heels' are but if I understand what you are thinking is correct, I don't wear shoes."

"Right...ok"

"Amazing...it really can talk.  I thought she made it up..."

"What are you talking about?  Of course I can talk."

"Well, we wouldn't have known that would we?  I mean, the rest of the staff don't have a clue what you are!", the voice replied in a shocked tone.

"...............Who are you?  Where am I?  Why can't I see?"  I asked in, at least, under two seconds flat.

The source of the voice walked around to where my feet where.  From what I could hear, he was turning pages of paper.

"Well, my name is Doctor Stable, you are in a hospital and the reason you cannot see is due to bandaging around your head.  We needed to clean up your injuries."

"........"

"Are you okay?"

"Doctor Stable?", I said, stifling a giggle. "What kind of a name is that?  It's ridiculous!  I mean, who in their right mind would name...wait, did you say injuries?"

"Yes, that's right.  From what I've been told, you were in a very serious train wreck.

"WHAT?! ARGH!"

I moved my head ever so slightly causing a wave of pain to shoot down it.  I began to cough and wheeze trying to catch my breath from the pain.

"STOP!  Try not to move your limbs at all, they are in very bad shape.  I'll get you some water to drink - Nurse!  I need a glass of water for bed 6!"

At that point, I heard another set of 'click-clacks' on the floor approach me.  "Here you are mister.  Open wide.", a female voice asked.

I opened my mouth and the water was poured into my throat slowly.  It tasted amazing, even though it was only water.  I heard a slight jingling whilst drinking.  Finishing the drink, I opted to speak.

"Thanks very much...nice wind chimes."

"Uhh...thanks.", the female voice replied before walking away.

After having my throat cleansed, I asked the question I had wanted to ask the whole time.

"Alright Doc, lay it on me.  What exactly happened to me?"

The doctor sighed and dragged something across the floor - a chair I presume.

Ten minutes later

"...and that's about it.",  Doctor Stitch finished.

I did nothing.  I said nothing.

"Err, excuse me.  Are you there?", the doctor asked.

"........Yeah....I'm here......so all that happened right?

"I'm afraid so.  You've been unconscious for 3 days now.  You should be glad that Miss Sparkle was on the train, otherwise you'd be...well...you wouldn't be here right now.

That hit home.  'I have to find this pony and thank her for saving my life.  That's unbelieveable.', I thought to myself.

Wait...pony?!

"Wait a minute.  You said that she was a pony......and you also said she teleported me here.  What in the holy mother of god are you talking about?"

"Well, given what you are, I can assume that you're not from around here...or anywhere close to here in that matter.  If you really want to know, we are all ponies here...and I have never seen one of your kind before..."

"......yeah, yeah, yeah.  That's a load of crap.  You say you're all ponies...I say this is all a massive prank.  A pretty elaborate one at that - to come up with that whole 'accident' story.  It's brilliant.  Must be why I'm blinded - so I can't see you're all a bunch of students!", I said in a laughing voice.

"As I said before, this is no joke and it is certainly no prank."  The doctor sighs heavily.  "...Right, ok.  The only way you'll believe me is if I take off the bandages covering your head.  This was to cover up a head wound you sustained in the crash.  I'm sorry but...you may not like what you see."

The way he said that made my heart stop - he was dead serious.  The bandages on my head slowly unravel and my eyes adjust to the world around me.  I sat up slowly to look around.  My eyes focus on a white, moving object close to my left arm.  My eyes adjust further...then fully.  I froze in fear at what I was looking at.  A white colored pony wearing a doctor's uniform.  It had glasses and even a stethoscope......AND A HORN!  I start giggling uncontrollably.

"Ha...hahaha...haaa...this is...ha...unicorn...", I mutter.

"Are you ok?  You look a little dizzy.", the doctor asked.

"Hah!  What about you?  You're not even in focus.....ugh...."

*THUD*

The doctor looked at my body, which was passed out over the side the bed, before sighing.

"Urgh...another fainter..."