Ships and Boats, But Mostly Ships - Collab

"Steady, Redheart, steady," the young nurse assured herself. It has April Fool's Day, and everyone else had left the hospital already. She was going to care for a few more patients before she headed home for the day.

Nurse Redheart used her other hoof to steady her other one, which held a syringe with a purple liquid in it. Twilight had made it that same day. She claimed it could cure anything in a second, if it was inserted into exactly the right place: behind the crest.

Big Mac, the stallion she was treating, was out cold. It would be easier that way, with him being still and all.

She neared the syringe to the back of his neck, and pushed down on the plunger. The needle penetrated his skin and it drained out the purple potion.

Redheart sighed, and wiped the beads of sweat off of her forehead. She turned around to gather up her tools, when all of a sudden--

"Come here, munchkin."

The nurse dismissed it as her imagination. She must be hearing things.

"C'mere, munchkin."

It's some kids pulling a prank. Everyone else had either cleared out of the hospital or was sleeping/unconsious.

"C'MERE, DAMMIT!"

Nurse Redheart whipped around to meet the red stallion she had just treated earlier. His eyes were doing some wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey things, but other than that he seemed okay.

He also seemed very affectionate towards the mare.

The nurse ran out of the room, and grabbed the syringe she was holding seconds earlier. She flipped it over. The label was quite clear:

Love Poison.