Calcifer.

The nurse behind the  counter flipped to the next page of this week's 'Mare's Digest' (This week's topic, "D.J. Pon3's floppy disk N.M.N. costume.), when a soft shouting could be heard from outside the main doors, echoing into the hospital lobby.

The white mare put down the paperback book, and stared at the glass doors at the far end of the large, chair-filled room.

The shouting continued for a couple more seconds, then stopped suddenly.

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The two sweeping glass doors burst into thousands of multiple sized shards of the burned sand they were made from, the frames of the two entrances flew into the lobby, and pierced into the wall behind the now extremely terrified nurse covering under the counter.   The frames protruded out of two large 'man'-made holes in the behind-counter walls, projecting tingling beads of glass and chunks of flat plywood everywhere around the horrified nurse.

The cacophony of clashing pieces of glass and flying plywood slowed down to silence rather slowly, but eventually the lobby went semi-silent again.

"CALCIFER WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY!?"  An exclaiming yet still rather regal voice pierced into the shattered waiting room of the hospital.

There was no verbal response, only strange sounding hoof steps sounding through the shard scattered floor of the lobby, heading straight for the counter.

The hiding nurse froze in her place, unsure what she should do.

"Calcifer please!" The regal voice pleaded.

The strange, floppy sounding hoof steps were hastily approaching the counter.

The nurse's heart skipped a few beats...

"CALCIFER!"

"Shut up!  Let me find out where they are!"

The floppy hoof steps stopped only mere feet away from the hidden nurse.

The air around her felt like it could explode at any moment.

The sheer terror of what these two unknown ponies wanted, and how they used such force to thrust the doors 'open', filled the nurse with a painful dread.

She swore she had never been so scared in her entire life.

Her entire body was shaking like a leaf.

Her only thoughts were, "Is this how it's going to end?"

*ding!

"Wait, what was that?"

*Ding

"Was that the service bell?"

*DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!!!

The dinging of the bell wouldn't seize, it kept ringing non-stop.

Over all of the years tending to the needs of sick patients, taking every bit of ear throbbing yelling from overworked, tired as Hell doctors, and impatient apathetically mean  co-nurses;  The one thing that the cowering mare hated the most, was that CELESTIA DAMN BELL!!!

The white mare snapped.

She sprung up out from under the counter, and slapped at the...

It wasn't a hoof that was ringing the bell.

Under the white hoof of the nurse, was some sort of warm, fleshy claw.

Except the tips of each claw weren't spiky.

In fact they were somewhat dull.

The claw was blanketing the now silent counter bell; pressed on the dingier by the gravity of the nurse's hoof.

The mare's vision followed the arm the 'claw' was attached to.

From the arm she found a shoulder, and from the shoulder she found a head.

It was no pony she was staring at.

Calcifer stared at the mare with cold eyes.  She was obviously scared out of her mind, due the the fact that her face was frozen in a mouth-wide open, twitching cheek, absolutely shocked expression; not moving a centimeter out of place.

Calcifer slowly grabbed the mare's hoof with his right hand, and set it on the counter.

Then he lifted his left hand up, with the bell pinned to his hand by the dingier.

The little tin button used to make the bell ding was impaled into Calcifer's hand, although he showed no signs of pain.

The human ignored the frightened mare's expression, and forcefully yanked the bell from his hand.

No blood poured out of the appendage's wound.

Calcifer set the bell softly back to it's place on the counter, and stared back at the white mare.

"You know if I wasn't dead, that would have been a bitch of a lot of pain."

That was when the nurse fell backwards and fainted on the glass littered door under her.

"Crap..."