The Day After Your Last

Chapter 2: Evaluation

“What is your name?” a male voice said

Barney tired, exhausted and suffering from a small migraine held his eyes shut and attempted to sleep despite the voice.

“I know your awake sir, just answer the question.”

“Barney Liwire” he groaned. Once he said that he heard scribbling and forced his eyes open. What he saw startled him, he jumped out of the bed he was in and into a corner of the room. He was staring face to face with a light brown colored horse with a black mane and reading glasses.

“That’s an odd name for a pony, what is your settlement of origin?” the light orange-ish colored horse continued.

“Did you just call me a…” he was observing the room in a panic, he looks toward a nearby mirror. Through the mirror he saw a horse with gray colored fur, a blond short mane, and blue eyes. It took a moment to process and to be honest with himself he had a fear of horses, He never knew why. “What is this? Who are you?” he yells before jumping off the bed he was in. “As a member of the Washington State Police Department, I ca-”

“Calm down Mr. Liwire before I am forced to get the restraints. Just answer the question”

How could he answer a question when he had so many of his own? It’s like paying someone else’s bills. “Alright  Mr. Eh…”

“Call me Dr, Stable”

“Alright Stable, what do you plan on doing with this info?”

“Well, you’re in a hospital Mr. Liwire if it wasn’t obvious enough. it’s just standard procedure, it will also help us contact your family and tell them your fine. You took a nasty fall, some could have sworn you came from absolutely nowhere.”

Barney chuckled lightly pondering on the last thing Stable said “Ya…” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously while still trying to seem casual. The most unnerving thing about all this was the realization he had no fingers. He fumbled a bit but he got on top of the hospital bed he was on before he panicked.

“Thank you Mr. Liwire, now please answer my question. What is your settlement of origin?”

Settlement? Did he mean town, or city, or state? He couldn’t decide so he went with the complete package “Born, raised in Manhattan Pennsylvania, I currently live and have a mailing address in Olympia Washington.”

Dr Stable scribbled something off the records “By any chance, do you mean Manehattan?”

“What? No.”

“Nevermind, let’s move us one. What is your special talent?” Dr. Stable asks.

“Eh, I don’t know. I’m pretty good at Photoshop I guess.”

“Photoshop… what is- I don’t think you understand, I mean your ‘special’ talent.”

What did he mean “special” talent? Barney didn’t really know what he meant by this and his odd sense of humor was implying something a lot worse. “I don’t know what you mean…”

“Jee, you got hit in the head p-r-e-t-t-y hard. You know, the meaning of your cutie mark and all?”

“My what now?”

“great, I’m not giving a class on equine anatomy so let’s move on,” he sighs. “do you have any pre-existing medical conditions that would prevent you from taking any prescriptions?”

“No.”

“Already then, I have come to the conclusion that you are utterly insane, and many of my colleges would agree.  You will spend four months in an equine rehabilitation clinic.”

Great, first time you meet a talking horse he locks you up in an insane asylum.