Band of Five Attributes (Re-Written)

A quaint town with wood structures and roofs of straw, with some variations here and there like a house in a tree, another looking like it was made of candy, and a schoolhouse made entirely of wood, was relatively undisturbed...save for a group of ponies in a small hospital room surrounding a bed worriedly. The current occupant of this bed?

It was a light blue mare with an ocean-colored, frilled mane that looked like shrunk fairy’s wings on her back with the way she was currently laying. Her left foreleg was covered in bandages that were moderately soaked in blood, and held above her head thanks to another cloth tied around her body, and a few ropes attached to the ceiling. Her eyes were scrunched in pain, and there were IV tubes and blood bags attached to her body to keep her alive.

“Is she going to make it?” Asked one worried pony, ears flat on his skull.

“How can she, when we found a bloody knife jammed in her leg?” Inquired another, a brow arched.

“Who is she? We haven’t seen her before.” Stated another.

The door to the room opened, and in trotted a white pony with a pink mane done in a bun and light blue eyes. On her head was a nurse’s hat, and she stared at the crowd who now turned to her.

“Visiting hours are over.” She said rather bluntly, no discernible emotion on her face.

“But what of the mare?” Asked one of the ponies worriedly.

“I need to examine her to determine if she’ll undergo surgery. Sorry, hospital regulations.” The nurse answered with a sigh.

The crowd groaned in worried unison before they passed the nurse as they made their way out the door. Soon, only said nurse and the still-unconscious mare were in the room. The nurse trotted over to a nearby table and examined something the crowd had found with the patient: a purple boomerang with four blue teeth.

“Strange that she held it in her broken foreleg.” The nurse murmured before trotting over to the mare. She looked her over carefully before shaking her head. “Teens these days. Worse than foals sometimes, I swear…”

The mare looked pained as she slept, eyes scrunched as she was constantly murmuring something the nurse couldn't make out. All she could tell was that, as she stood long enough to listen carefully, the only word she could understand was ‘Quartet.’ But what did it mean? What semblance did it have? The nurse decided to work on that later and get the mare into the examination room as soon as possible, trotting back to the table that held the boomerang.

The doors opened again, and in walked a unicorn stallion with a golden brown pelt, dark brown mane, and blue-green eyes. Levitating next to him was a flat, black screen encased in a blue aura that corresponded with his horn.

“Oh, Doctor Stable. I never expected you to trot in here.” The nurse sighed rather sarcastically, looking back at the wounded mare.

“Whoo boy, the examination room’s filled up with other patients. I assume this is a bad case of injury?” Replied Stable, shaking his head sadly as he approached the blue mare.

“Very. The ponies who found her had also found a boomerang in her hurt foreleg.” The nurse replied, trotting over to the blue mare. “She’s constantly muttering something, but all I could get out of it was the word ‘quartet.’”

Doctor Stable hovered the black screen before the mare’s foreleg, only to gulp hard and let his ears flatten on his skull. The screen highlighted the bare outline of her foreleg past the bandages, and it also revealed a most horrific fracture whose bone was sticking out of the skin. “She will have to undergo immediate surgery--no ifs, ands, or buts.” He said, his voice grim.

Then, as if a spell had been broken, the wounded mare’s eyes fluttered open, revealing another hue of ocean blue making up her irises. “Where...am I?” She asked, sounding like a frog was lodged in her throat.

“You’re in the Ponyville Infirmary, dear. Don’t move; you’re in no condition to even be awake right now.” The nurse said, worry and some kind of sternness present in her tone. It was hard to tell which of the two was taking precedence, especially in regards to the fact she showed little emotion on her face.

“Who...are you?” The mare asked, wincing in pain as she moved a bit.

“I’m Nurse Redheart, assistant of Doctor Stable.” The nurse answered as she trotted towards a small table. She then got something and approached the blue mare...in her mouth was a needle filled with strange fluid.

The blue mare saw the needle and her eyes widened. “W-what is that?” She croaked.

The needle flew out of the nurse’s mouth, held in a blue aura that corresponded with the horn of Doctor Stable as he inspected it. “It’s a painkiller.” He answered.

“What is your name? We’ve never seen you around here.” Redheart remarked, sighing. “We have to have the names of all patients, sadly.”

“...Koto.” Answered the blue mare nervously.

A few hours had passed since Koto awoke from her sleep, but she was sedated to be prepped for surgery, so it felt like a good fifteen minutes at best during that time. The sight that first greeted her as she was aroused from her second trance was Nurse Redheart, who appeared to have been busy writing something...with the writing utensil in her mouth, oddly enough. At least, it was what Koto could make out--her vision was blurred in places, and other places looked fuzzy.

The nurse seemed to have finished writing just in time to notice the mare awakening from a drug-induced slumber. She trotted to the end of the bed she lay on and looked as though she had been fumbling with something in her hooves for a bit before finishing whatever it was she was doing.

“Oh my. That sedative hit you hard, didn't it?” Redheart remarked, her voice filled with tiny hints of worry.

“I feel soo messed up…” Koto replied, her voice slurred like a blithering drunk ninny with a horrendous hangover.

“It’ll wear off in a while. You still need to rest.” Redheart sighed, her voice now filled with a subtle happy tone in it. Koto couldn't tell whether or not she was smiling, but it didn't matter as sleep once again stowed her away in its grasp.

Dawn had arose, and with it came the sounds of hooves hitting a pristine tile floor of a hospital hallway as Nurse Redheart and Doctor Stable made their morning rounds to check on their patients. With them was another nurse, who was pushing along a food cart.

They stopped before a door, which was then encased in a blue aura and gently opened. Sitting in a bed still snoozing away was the blue mare with a horrendous leg injury. She looked peaceful as she slept, and her leg was held to her chest thanks to a cloth being wrapped around her body and holding it there.

“Should we wake her up? I can tell she hasn't eaten in two days.” Stable sighed, a frown on his muzzle.

“She’s slept for long enough.” Redheart replied quickly. “I think the sedative wore off sometime last night.”

“Alright, then.” Stable said, smiling as he crept his way up to Koto. He was careful to not make a sound as he approached her. Once he stood next to her, he rose his hoof and gently placed it on her shoulder and shook her just a little bit.

“Mmmm...what time is it?” Koto asked, eyes opening as she yawned groggily. She stretched her good leg as far as it could go before rubbing her eyes with a hoof. She blinked a few times before taking notice of a nurse pushing along a cart to her, and sat up quickly whilst wincing a little.

“It’s time for you to eat.” Doctor Stable answered, smiling. He levitated a tray down onto the bed, and the food onto it. It was a nice bowl of soup and a glass of water. Koto exercised her right foreleg a bit--wincing in pain if she tried moving her left--and scooped up the spoon in the crook of that foreleg before digging in. She ate greedily, her body renewing with energy as food was finally fueling her system. In a matter of fifteen minutes, the bowl was cleaned, and the contents of the water glass were drank as if they came from the fountain of youth.

“Goodness! I hope we don’t have to fetch another bowl!” Redheart exclaimed with wide eyes as Koto finished her meal.

“I think I’ll pass on seconds.” Koto replied, a content smile on her face. Her head returned to the soft pillow, and then it occurred to her that she had hooves for starters. She sat up quick as a whip, only to find out that one of her forelimbs was useless and cascaded in bandages.

“How am I going to use my boomerang now?” She asked, a worried look complete with a frown on her face.