Surgeon

Twilight

Now a medic somehow

"Get 'er in the house!" Applejack grabbed Pinkie's legs. Twilight grabbed her upper body, and Fluttershy went parked the car. Together, with the eyes of nosy pedestrians watching them the whole way, Applejack and Twilight got Pinkie inside Twilight's house.

Applejack let go of Pinkie's legs, and sweeped the top of a table of it's contents. They cluttered to the floor. Then, with the help of Twilight, they managed to hoist Pinkie onto the table.

Pinkie was bleeding profusely, losing more and more blood every second they wasted.

Twilight dashed into the bathroom, emerging with a first-aid kit. She laid it next to Pinkie and opened it up. Inside was medical equipment such as defibulators, Band-Aids, gauze, et cetera.

Twilight grapped gauze sponge and used it to clean the blood off around Pinkie's wound in her leg. Her lip quivered, and a tear leaked down her cheek. You could tell she was in pain.

Once the blood was removed from around the wound, Twilight could get a clear view of what was inside. It was a piece of molten steel that had probably melted in the explosion, lodged itself in Pinkie's leg, then hardened again.

Applejack held Pinkie's legs down as Twilight put a pair of surgical gloves on.

(Remember to get that nice little snap in, Twilight. Chicks dig the little snap.)

It looked worse than it was. "Don't worry Pinkie. This'll only hurt for a little bit."

Using a scalpel, Twilight made a dotted line around where she thought the steel was lodged in. Using her free arm, she set down a spool of thread next to Pinkie.

Twilight gently tugged on the steel. Luckily, it came out without any problem.

Except one.

Pinkie Pie

First-time surgery undergoer

Pinkie yelled out in pain. The piece of steel was out of her leg, which she was happy about, but now she was leaking blood everywhere. Which she was not happy about. Her throat was dry. Ever so dry. She struggled for a bit, but Applejack had her in an iron grip.

(No pun intended.)

Hey! I said that, though.

(So? What does that matter?)

Well, I was about to say it.

(You're an asshole, Narrator. I was helping you out so you wouldn't have to speak as much.)

I don't care. It was my line.

(Alright, look, asshole, you have a DYING PATIENT getting surgery from an amateur.)

An amateur? Hardly. I bet Twilight has done a bunch of research on surgery. You know what, fuck it. It's my story. Twilight has done a bunh of research on surgery.

(Whatever. Just get back to the story.)

You started it.

(STORY!)

Pinkie Pie used all her remaining strength to point to her throat.

Without looking up, Twilight responded with "She's thirsty, Applejack. Go get some water for her."

Still holding down one of Pinkie's legs, Applejack slipped off her backpack and slid her canteen out. She placed it on the table and opened it with one hand. She poured some into Pinkie's throat. It felt nice. Twilight pointed to Pinkie's lower leg.

"Some here, too. I need to acupuncture it.

Applejack poured water onto Pinkie's lower leg. Pinkie nearly choked on the water she was drinking. Her entire body burned. And Twilight hadn't even put the needle in yet.

Twilight Sparkle

DOCTOR! - Rose Tyler

"Steady, Applejack. Hold her down..."

"What'dya think Ah've been doin' this whole time?" asked Applejack, in a not-so-question form. She did what Twilight wanted anyway, holding her down with her utmost strength.

Twilight looped the thread from the spool onto the small hole at the end of the needle and held it between three fingers. "Now, Pinkie. Remain very. Very. Still. If you do, this won't hurt a bit. If you do, you might not live to see another day.

Pinkie gulped and nodded, a painful thing to do because she had broken/fractured/dislocated her cheekbone. She didn't know which, but it hurt in that area.

Twilight carefully inserted the needle in the skin flap and punctured it through the the other side. Then, she made a zig-zag pattern as she repeated this manuever over and over again until the skin was sealed shut.

Pinkie whimpered, ready for the needle to go in again. But it never did. It was over. She sighed with relief and tried to talk. She couldn't. Pinkie pointed to her cheek, and Twilight felt around in that area.

"Her maxilla is dislocated," she announced. "I might be able to fix that. It's a long shot, though." Twilight put her hand above Pinkie's cheek. "This might hurt a little." Using one finger, Twilight tried to get under the bone from skin level.

"I can't do it. . .I'm not strong enough. That's why, AJ, I'm asking you to do it." Twilight looked over at Applejack.

"Wha-me? Twi, you know Ah can't do this." Applejack shook her head.

"Yes you can. You see right here?" asked Twilight. "Pay close attention. I'm going to move my finger off of here. You move your's on."

Twilight moved her finger off of the maxilla, and Applejack moved her finger on. "Get a good feel of that," intructed Twilight.

Applejack nodded.

"Now feel your's," said Twilight.

"It feels. . .different, Pinkie's." Applejack shivered.

"Exactly. You need to get it into the position that your's is in. For this dislocation, you need to push up on the maxilla." Twilight pointed to Pinkie Pie's maxilla again so Applejack would know the spot. "Force up."

Applejack did as Twilight instructed, giving all her might into pushing the bone upwards.

Suddenly, the bone made a popping noise.

"Oh, Ah'm so sorry, Pinkie, so so so--"

"Thanks, Applejack!"