Say Goodnight.

Chapter 2: Ponyville Triage.

My personal world existence in quietness seems to last forever. I can't see anything, hear anything, feel anything, nor smell or taste anything. My thoughts are the only thing that keep me company. I wasn't afraid to die before the accident, but now I want nothing more but to escape this hell.

Time passed slowly for me and insanity crept its way into my head. The only thing I can do is search for something to feel; to sense. I finally get my wish when my body begins to slowly bring back its ability to feel. Numbness surrounded my body but I could still sense it. My body remains still as I open my eyes slowly. Everything is fuzzy and blurry at first. The first thing I see is a candle lit lamp hung upon a black, metal pole standing across the room, giving everything a dull light.

“He's awake!” I hear a woman shout to my left. A person's, or creature's, face appears in front of me. A cold sweat washes over me when I realize she's not human. She's obviously a nurse of some sort,  considering she has a first aid symbol on her uniformed hat. Her skin, a pale white, confuses me, her large blue eyes surprise me, and her light pink hair, set back in a bun, somehow soothe me.

“Are you okay? Say something,” the nurse whispers to me, placing her hand on my arm, except; it didn't feel like a hand at all.

“I . . W-where am I?” I say weakly, my voice cracking.

“You're in Ponyville,” she runs a clothe over my forehead.

“Ponyvi-” I am interrupted by another voice.

“We found his I.D within his jacket, nurse.” a male voice announces.

“What's his name?” the nurse looks away from me to my right.

“Sun Shower.” he answers.

“You're going to be okay Sun Shower,” she says, looking back down to me.

“Whose Sun Shower?” I whisper.

She looks away from me to my left again. “I think he's still dazed, possible suffering from amnesia.”

“Maybe he hit his head on something?”

“Hmmmm,” she looks at me and I feel something come in contact with my head and run through my hair slowly. “He doesn't have any swellings, so I doubt it.” she finished.

“Ah, well. He was out could when we found him, and it's been a few days.” I hear him say as I hear foot steps leaving the room.

The nurse's face leaves my vision, and as she does this, I notice that I'm not in a room, I'm actually inside a tent. I try to turn my head but pain surges through my body, so I decide to stay still. I close my eyes and allow myself to calm down in order to assess my situation.

“Sun Shower,” The nurses voice disturbs my thinking. “You may not remember, but Royal Guards found you outside the parameter of Ponyville buried in 3 feet of snow. You always froze to death, if we didn't find you as soon as we did, you have have died from hypothermia. It says here you're from. . . Las Pegasus?”

Everything she says is confusing me. Snow? Ponyville? Las Pegasus?

“No, I live in Las Vegas.” I confirm.

“No, Sun. It's Las Pegasus.” she assures.

“My name is not Sun. Stop calling me that.” I demand.

“That's not what your identification says.”

“I don't even have an I.D! Look, I shouldn't even be alive. I-” I realize at that moment that I shouldn't be alive at all. Not from what happened to me. “. . .Shouldn't even be alive.”

I turn my head to the right, ignoring the pain I experience. There are more beds to my right, I figure I must be in some kind of triage. But why a triage? I should be in a hospital. I roll my body over and fall off the bed and hit the dirt ground in a thud. My bodies numbness takes over so I don't feel much. I attempt to stand by first lifting myself with my arms thus getting on my legs.

I lift my head up, my eyes slowly make their way up to what I see is a mirror. There stands a horse, but smaller. The horse has white mane, as white as clouds, Blue mane as light as the sky, and yellow streaks as bright as the sun. This confuses me because of how unnatural that is. As I move towards the mirror, I see the horse move as well.

“What the. . .” I whisper to myself.

I left my right arm and so does the reflection.

“When. . .How. . .Who??”

The nurse stands next to me. I notice that her muzzle is smaller and skinnier than the other horse's is. I turn towards her and notice the tattoo she has sketched onto her right flank.

“Why am I a horse? Why do you have a tattoo? How can you speak, especially English?” I ask frantically.

She turns her head toward me, lifting her right arm to point at her flank.

“We're ponies, Sun and this is my cutie mark, silly. I am a nurse after all. Also, we've been able to speak since the beginning of time,” she giggles.

“A what?” I ask, my eye brow raising to such a silly statement.

“A cutie mark. You really did suffer some kind of memory loss, didn't you? A cutie mark represents what you're good at and it's a part of who you are,” she smiles proudly and raises her arm to point behind me. “You have one too of course.”

I turn my body to the side and look at my reflection in the mirror. I somehow have a tattoo, or a cutie mark, on my flank as well. A white cloud with rain drops is marked upon my body.

“I don't understand. When did I get this? How is the cloud white if there's rain?” I ask, rubbing at the mark with what I now have as a hand.

“You probably got it when you were a young colt and I don't know what it means. That's something you'd know.” she tells me.

“Wait. . .” I notice in my reflection that I have wings. I look closer at the side of my body and see them just sitting there. “I'm a Pegasus?”

“Okay, now you're just being clueless.” she coldly states.

My first response is to move them, and as I think of this, they spread out behind me.

“Whoa, that's kinda cool,” I say to myself.

“Now that you've 'discovered' yourself, you should get back in bed and rest some more.” she demands of me.

I look to the opening of the tent that's thirty feet away. “No, I wanna go try something.” I make my way to the exit, hoping that with my new found wings, I could fly, something I've always wanted to do and can finally achieve.

“I advice against that, Sun.” she runs up in front of me but I swiftly move around her and keep going.

“I don't see why,” I say. The whistles of wind leaked through the tents exit. No light came in so I assume it's night time. I open up the tent and I'm instantly pushed back by the strong force of cold winds. Snow fly's into the tent as I cover my face with my arm. I push my way outside and examine the area.

Darkness stretches out. Wind and snow furiously ravage everything. Buildings are destroyed and their remains are covered in snow. The only light that made anything visible is the light from the moon that penetrated the gray storm clouds above. Cold air stings my face and body with a thousand tiny prickles. Tents are lined up on both sides of the one I'm in now, ranging in sizes and shapes. Snow covered much of the land and dead trees, forming hills in certain spots.

The nurse comes up next to me, pushing me back inside, and closes the tent securely.

“That's why,” she says as she puts her hands, well; hooves, on my chest to prevent me from trying again.