Colors

Sitting down at the train station, I waited for the medicine Scarlet ordered from Canterlot. Only having the company of the odd insect landing on my nose or a friendly passer-by made the wait ever so lonely for me. At least the wait was worth it. Poor little Emerald's parents came in this morning frantic that their little girl was going to die of dehydration from hyperlipemia. If it wasn't for Scarlet's quick thinking. Emerald could have been put into far more stress from her illness, which could have compromised health further than what we needed.

I understood how Emeralds parent's felt, worried that their first born was severely sick. Emerald's mother—Ruby Rose was especially worried. Scarlet and I heard from the doctor in Canterlot that she will never be able to have another child in her life from severe scarring in her canal. Ruby's disheveled appearance when she burst through the tent flaps looking like she never went to sleep from worry in her royal golden barding. Scared the living crap out of me when she shoved me away from the bed as I was helping Emerald eat her breakfast.

Ruby's husband Black Opal also wearing his royal barding but much more composed and unkempt. Entered the tent later to help Scarlet calm down his wife from her over-protective rage. They later apologized to us when we told them that medicine was on its way. I couldn't help but feel slightly paranoid that Ruby was glaring at me when she passes by during her aerial patrol of the town every thirty minutes.

"Sigh~"

I got up from where I was sitting and nosed my way to the ticket office to check to see how much longer till the train got to the station, but as I got up. The whistle of a train boomed through the forest entrance of the town telling me and the other resident's that it would take just a few more minutes before the train docked.

"Hey, Boxy. How are you today?" I smirked at my tiny rival for Cloud Runner's affection.

"When will you stop calling me that? I have a name ya know!" Boxy squeaked as she tried to stand as tall as me. I booped her beige snout, mocking her shortness.

"Yeah, yeah. I forgot," I lied spotting the mail enter the ticket office.

"How can you forget! It's Little Fox!" Boxy pouted. I didn't pay any attention to her proclamation's of what her name is knowing that it would bug her immensely and trotted my way to pick up my package that I have been waiting for for the past couple hours.

"Boxy still fit's you better!" I shouted back to the blushing mail mare as I opened the door to the office.

"No, it doesn't!" she whined before the glass door closed behind me cutting off anything Boxy had to say.

By the desk sat a white parcel with the iconic cross and snake on the corner. I walked up to the desk and sighed the delivery letter. While I waited for the mail stallion who make's a trip here once a month. I tried not to pay any of my attention to the ranting Boxy outside the office while she does her job at maintaining the outgoing mail as they are placed on one of the pastry painted train car's. But it was a losing battle.

I leaned closer to the glass door listening to the gossip that Boxy was spitting out to her distant friend, Merry Melody. As I listen to the two talk about the latest Canterlot fashion I felt a gentle tap on the should. I looked up to see the silent, light-gray stallion holding my package with a very bored expression.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly taking the box from him and watched him slumped his way back behind the desk. "Smooth," I thought while leaving the office back to the clinic.

"Got the package?" Scarlet asked as I walked up to the desk with said package.

"Yep, and you wouldn't believe who brought it," I replied placing the box down on the table.

"Aurora, is Little Fox giving you trouble again,?" scarlet awed. In response, I trough a crumpled piece of paper from the garbage in sitting under the table with a telekinetic kick at her face. Scarlet dodged and picked the paper ball up and with her own magic, she threw it back. The ball of paper landed on my snout causing me to sneeze in response from the slight irritation.

"When you two are done messing around, I could use my horn cream!" shouted one of our patients from behind a closed curtain.

We both cringed in unison from the thought of rubbing antibiotic horn cream on the older stations "Bleck," horn.

"Not it!" I said taking hold of the box, opened it and took out two needles's filled with a clear fluid with Emeralds name on it.

"No far!" Scarlet whined as I trotted triumphantly towards where the sleeping filly nested. I stuck out my tongue at Scarlet playfully and sat down beside Emeralds bed.

Scarlet stuck out her own tongue at me, but with more sass and a hate-face. I watched as Scarlet pulled out the aforementioned "horn cream," and walked towards the closed curtain in the east side of the tent where the patient was waiting impatiently. With the look of dread plastered on her face and with one last death glare at me, she entered the curtain giving a half-assed sorry to the patient.

During our silent little bitch fight. Emerald woke up from her nap. She prodded my shoulder as I tried to figure out which needle I was supposed to give to her first.

"Sorry cutie, I was so quick to get out of jerking-old-horn. I forgot to grab the instructions that were with your medicine," I smiled innocently hoping that the filly wouldn't understand what I meant by, jerking-old-horn.

"Okay," Emerald yawned.

After staring at the two syringes for several minutes. I figured out which needle I was supposed to give to Emerald first from the numbers painted on the side. Emerald didn't like the look of them and squirmed as I put down the second syringe on the fold up table beside her cot, and carefully brought it in front of me using my magic.

"Will that hurt?" Emerald asked staring in fear of the hovering needle wrapped in a green aura.

"It won't, I promised," I lied hoping that Emerald won't run away from me, right away.

"Are you sure?" she shuffled in place crumpling the white blanket under her. I smiled to reassure her and asked her to bring out her hoof.

I carefully aimed the syringe steady at her main internal artery in her right arm with my magic and held it steady in both of my hooves. I poked the needle in her right arm, hearing a cute, audible squeak that followed quickly after. EmeraldHeart looked at me mortified. Tear's were welling within her eye's as I carefully pulled out the syringe and put a pink bunny band-aid on the little hole to prevent infection.

"You see," I said as reassuringly as possible to Emerald Heart. "It wasn't that bad. Now we need to give you the other one or you won't get better," I explained knowing that if she doesn't get the second one, she will die. Emerald Heart, hesitantly gave me her other arm with a whimper as I pulled out the second needle and repeated the process.

After I finished giving Emerald Heart her needle's. She complained that they hurt and that I was a liar. Which I admitted after I asked her that if I didn't lie, would she be a good girl and take her medicine. She frowned at me with a big lip calling me "Evil." I booped Emeralds nose, telling her that she will be fine with a little more rest. She responded with a pouty blush before hiding underneath her blankets from me. Rolling my eye's from the cuteness of the scene. I left Emerald alone and went to check up on the other patient's.

I sat down in front of the desk and began doing today's paperwork while Scarlet glare's and complains as she describes the torment she went through cleaning up; old, dusty semen that wasn't supposed to come out from the patient she was with. Scarlet went on and on of how I should have been the one to do the grotesque horn rubbing, and not have played with the foal. In my defense, I said, "Suck's to be you," with plenty of attitude. Scarlet gave an audible whine giving up trying to pick on me like Boxy every other day when she came into town with our mail.

Even though we fought like this to pass the time, we were still friends through it all. This ten was our creation back when we were kids when we first got our cutie marks.

I got mine first after I treated her illness with a herb I found by the old well outside of town. I was ecstatic that the black cross wrapped in an aurora bow as a crest for a silver shield appeared on my flank symbolizing that I would be in medical. Scarlet was the same way, but her cutie mark appeared after she stole medicine from Black Opal to help a runaway foal that stowed away on the train. Except his condition was the need for a vitamin shot and not the common cold. The red heart with two angelic white wing's, bracing it appeared on her flank soon after.

When Scarlet wasn't picking on me while we worked on making this clinic the best place for healing in the far Equestria north, she was in the clouds wondering where that cute boy went after the royal guard came to collect him and bring him back to his family. I wondered that too, but I don't think I will find him even if I tried for her sake.

Scarlet moved her attention from a spot she has been staring into for the past few minutes to me with a slight sigh.

"So ...where's your brother?" Scarlet

"Knowing my brother ..." I tapped my chin. "...he's probably flying around by the old well."

"How?!" Scarlet shouted with enough confusion that her tone sounded like she was watching a cat and a dog sing. "Cloud is blind! He can literally fly into a mountain!"

"Well..."

"FIRE!"