Scootaloo sits on the cold examination table, the wax paper underneath her crinkles with every little move the small orange pegasus makes. She looks at her wings. She tries to get them to open, they open but not very well. Tears start to form in her eyes. A clicking sound can be heard as the door is opened. Scootaloo quickly blinks away the tears.
She look up at the doctor; a brown earth pony with a heart line for a cutie mark.
"How are we feeling today Scootaloo?" The doctor asks, looking at a chart.
He purses his lips and a frown forms on his face.
"What is it doc?" Scootaloo question, noticing the grim look on the brown stallion's face.
The doctor looks up at the purple maned pony.
"I'm going to have to do some test," the doctor tells her. "I'm going to need a sample of your blood."
Scootaloo grimaces as the doctor picks up a large needle in his hoof. He trots over to Scootaloo.
"Now you are going to feel a slight sharp pinch," the doctor says.
Scootaloo squeezes shut her eyes as the doctor sticks the needle into her vein.
"Alright you can go home now," the doctor says.
Scootaloo opens her eyes, and hops off the table. She exits the examination room.
