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I wake up to an obnoxious beeping noise and the smell of cleaning products. There's a dull pain in my head that seems to get worse as time passes. I open my eyes to bright lights and immediately squeeze them shut again. Seriously, what is it with ponies around here? It's like they go out of their way to cause me discomfort by making lights as blindingly bright as possible.

I slowly open my eyes again, only to find that my blonde mane is hanging in my face, obstructing my view of anything. I'm really starting to feel bad for girls, especially the ones that style their hair so it's covering have of there face. Seriously, how do they go about their day like this? No wonder they're so crabby all the time! At least, I think they're crabby... I can't really remember clearly, which is weird given the amount of time I spend checking out all the girls in my school.

Once I manage to look past the hair, my eyes focus on five concerned faces. Well, two of them looked concerned. The other three looked almost… guilty. No, wait, I miscalculated. One pony is bored, three are guilty, and one is asleep. All five faces are turned away from me, so I’m not really able to get a good look at them. None of them look happy, but I can’t place my metaphorical finger on exactly why. Why do they look guilty? Wait, where am I? Okay, what is going on here?

Ugh… I can’t think and my mind is all foggy… c’mon Nick, let’s start with the basics here. I’m in a… bed, I think. Yes, that sounds about right. A bed. Although come to think of it, it’s not a very comfortable bed. It’s very hard and the pillows are like rocks. Nevertheless, it is definitely a bed. And I… wait, why was there a mane in my face? And ponies making lights unnecessarily bright? Oh right, I forgot about that. How could I forget about that? I groan and start to roll over onto my side, only to stop when the slight movement causes a sharp pain to jolt through my head.

“Oh good, she’s finally awake,” a young girl’s voice says, sounding relieved. “Mommy, she’s awaaaaake. Maybe you should wake up too… Mommy! Wakey time!”

“Shut up an’ let her sleep, Ah’m sure she feels guilty enough for what she did. Ah know Ah feel guilty, and Ah barely did anything,” a second voice declares. That accent… I know that accent… I rack through my brain, trying to think of where I’ve heard it before. Then I realize.

“Oh no, not you,” I mumble, my eyes finally fully focusing on the ponies standing by the foot of my bed. Except it isn’t my bed, it is a hospital bed, which probably means I am in a hospital. If I weren’t in a hospital, then I have no idea why there’s a hospital bed outside of a hospital. “Okay, can someone tell me what happened?” Apple Bloom opens her mouth to speak, but I stop her. “No, someone else. Preferably not any of you crusaders.”

“Guess that leaves me,” the fourth filly lazily drawls. She is a purple unicorn who looks remarkably like Derpy. “So these three morons over here were spying on you through our kitchen window. From what I heard, you saw them, panicked, and ran around like a wild buffalo until you ran until a table and knocked yourself out. My mom came in ‘bout a minute later, and she tried to fly you to the hospital. She flew high over Ponyville, and she dropped you from really high up. Isn’t that right, mommy?” she finishes, nudging her mother hard in the side.

“Hmmph? What?” Derpy asks, confused and still muddled from sleep. “Oh yes, absolutely correct. And what is beeping?” she demands, still not quite realizing where she was. “Dinky, did you leave the muffins in again? I told you… oh. Oh Celestia, Berry, are you okay? I’m sorry so, I mean so sorry, I’m so clumsy and I should never have tried to move you, oh I’m such an idiot, I should be burned at the stake for this!” she cries.

“Um, I’m fine… aside from a headache and some other things I’ll probably discover later. None of this is your fault, don’t blame yourself.” Technically, it was partially her fault, but I don’t really think right now is an appropriate time to bring that up.

“No, it is definitely her fault,” Dinky corrects, earning herself a whack on the head from Apple Bloom. “Ow! What was that for? I’m telling!”

“Telling who? I’m pretty sure your mom saw that,” Sweetie Belle says.

“So? I’m still telling,” Dinky fumes, massaging the part of her head that had been hit by Apple Bloom.

“Ah know yer younger than me and all, but Ah’m pretty sure Ah wasn’t that dumb when Ah was yer age,” Apple Bloom mutters.

“Um, s’cuse me? I’m pretty sure you’re the dumb one, ‘cause I’m in the same class as you in school. And I’m a month older than you, not to mention I have the highest grades in the class,” Dinky brags.

“Liar,” Apple Bloom says smugly, “there’s no way you’re in our class. Ah never see ya, and none of us get graded on stuff. So obviously, you’re not in our class. Right girls?” She turns to the other two crusaders for backup, but they exchange looks and says nothing. “Right girls?” she repeats. Sweetie Belle sighs and paws the ground.

“Well, she actually is in our class… she sits next to me,” she admits.

“Yeah, it’s true, I’ve seen her,” Scootaloo adds. “And Apple Bloom? Try not to insult Dinky in front of her mom. I don’t think she needs anything more upsetting her, and I really don’t want to get in trouble.”

All four fillies suddenly remembers where they are and why they are here, and they all stop arguing and apologizing profusely to me. Except for Dinky.

“Well, I’m not sorry about anything,” she declares, but when her mom shoots her a death glare, she retreats to a corner of the room and resumes her pouting.

“Um, wait,” I manage to get out before another argument breaks out, ”let me see if I have all my facts straight. So basically, you three,” I point to the crusaders, “were spying on me, and I got startled when I saw you, and then I… broke my face?” Actually,  I’m not really sure how I was injured. Luckily, Scootaloo filled me in on the blanks.

“Concussion. That’s why your head feels stupid,” she explained. I’m not sure what she means by that, but I don’t want to sound like an idiot so I just nod my head like I completely understand what a concussion is. Bad idea. I wince as my head throbs painfully from the movement.