Lily

Ponies come and go. Some go to early. But life is life and you play the life you’re dealt. This all also applies to the Ponyville Hospital. Everyday young fillies are born and old ponies pass, its the cycle of life in which cannot be changed. No matter how far our magic can go, it sometimes isn't enough to help those who need it. A fate is set and who are we to interfere? Although its sad to watch a family member go, its something we all face and its something we all learn to accept.

As a member of staff here in the hospital, I see all of this happen day by day. A routine in which i’ve grown a custom to. Its still hard to watch some pony pass no matter much it happens around you, but in the end there was nothing you could have done. No matter how hard you try, the guilt never fully goes away. But death isnt the only issue I see. Fillies are born and nothing is better at spreading a smile across your face like seeing the face of an innocent young filly who has yet to see the world full of magic and friendship ahead.

Each morning I get out of bed, I put my pink mane in a bun and top it off with my nurses cap. I attach a name tag to my cap. The name tag reads “Nurse Redheart”. Although being up this early always grinds my hooves, I had no idea that the actions that would happen today would change how I saw life. But more importantly, how I saw the beginning of a new life. Like usual I trotted to work, and clocked in.

The day was hectic. Hours past and all that seemed to happen was more and more ponies were coming in with injuries due to mindless magic use and careless flying. About 6 hours of my day had past and it was almost time to head back home. As I was relaxing in the break room I got called to the maternity ward to help with one last patient before I was able to clock out. As I approached the room all i could hear was the yelling of a female patient, I kicked it into high gear and rushed into the room.

I jumped to the doctors side only to watch the final push as a newborn baby fell into his hands. He handed her to me to clean the baby. Upon doing so I wrapped her in a magenta blanket, coinciding with her light purple coat. A smile spread across my face, no matter how many times it happens nothing cheers me up more than a fresh new life ready and open to its new world. I handed the newborn to her mother and slowly stepped back, giving her room with her new daughter.