Chapter 10: Recovery

The Nightmares of Yesterday
ATBrony751

Chapter 10: Recovery
Authors notes: Jesus guys, I have been completely subconsciously self inserting myself into this story with Trent. This was my exact reaction when I read my last chapter this morning.

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Even though they were relatively smaller in stature, pony's weren't light. Even nurse Redheart, who was on the more slender side, had to of weighed at least 90 pounds. Well anyway, the stress of carrying her, while walking about 2 klicks back to SAA was starting to take it's toll on me right about now. My forearms and biceps were on fire, but as not to disturb the sleeping mare I sucked it up and kept my arms in the same position the whole time.

"Mac, can we switch roles for a bit?" I was exhausted

"An' how do you propose ah do that?" He shot be an unamused look

He had a point, if we were gonna make it as comfortable for her as possible, and not look like we were hauling dead bodies around, I had to keep it how it is.

"...fine..."

"Ya'no, AJ is gon' be real cross with ya, she said not to take anyone else in..."

"Yeah, I suppose a certified medical technician, geared towards comforting patients would be the last thing that Spitfire or anyone for that matter needs. I don't know about you, but I always wished that an alien would preform brutal operations on me when I needed them."

He got the message.

"We're gonna need to find some food sooner or later, I haven't eaten or slept for days."

"We can try them carts over yonder." He lowered the Cut Off saw to raise a hoof and point in the direction of a few Conestoga looking wagons.

"What, no supermarkets?"

"Wagons don't got super powers round these parts..."

I decided it would be best to let that one go.

We approached the wagons, expecting anything, and started looting various carts but it didn't really amount to anything. They all really just contained rotten fruits, scarce grains and vegetables. If I didn't get some protein into me I wouldn't last another day, literally.

Oh Shit...

I just realized something, Ponies were herbivores. Fuck. Well, they would have to deal, I was going to get meat if they liked it or not. I just needed to find it first.

"Hey Mac, I'm not gonna lie, if I don't to eat some meat i'm not gonna survive."

He stared up at me with horror as he raised the saw in his defense.

"Calm down there, not pony meat, like chicken or something..." I looked off into the distance

"um...y'all could check the uh...Pet store..."

Yeah, I think I can survive off from meat for just a little bit.

"Never mind, just c'mon..."

We made it back to Sweet Apple Acres in about 15 minutes, and as usual, I struck the door asking for entrance to the makeshift fortress.

"Applejack open the fucking door, I'm tired."

Within a few seconds of hearing numerous locks and deadbolts being lifted, the door swung open with a tired looking Applejack standing where it used to be.

"TRENT! I TOLD YA WE AINT' TAKIN' IN ANYPO-"

"Shut the fuck up, god damn I can't do anything in this damn place without getting a lecture *grumble grumble...*" I trailed off as I passed by her.

I walked in, layed down Redheart next to a sleeping Twilight, and sat down.

"Where's Spitfire..." I asked, monotone.

"Up there" She pointed to the storage spaces in the upper level.

"*Sigh*, 'course..."

I stood up, approached and walked up the stairs, and saw a sleeping Spitfire.

"Hey...wake up..." I nudged her.

She groggily tried to shoo me off, but eventually sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"mmfhhm....what..."

"I have to redress your wound, and I got you something to take the edge off of the pain."

I started unwrapping the towel binding the other towel to her wound, she grimaced as the it tore away from the flesh sticking to it, but eventually came free. I reached over and unzipped the medical kit, things like this were like Christmas morning to me. I rifled through a few things, and eventually withdrew what I needed, a few rolls of gauze, gloves and saline. I removed the cover from the saline syringe and rinsed the inside of the wound with the sterile solution. I picked up the sterile package and opened it to reveal a roll of gauze wrap. I snipped off a piece of gauze, moistened it with the saline and tucked it into the wound. I rolled the rest of the roll over and around her chest to bind it once again. With that done, discarded the gloves, and searched for the medication. I withdrew the Amox and popped open the lid, pouring a single tablet into my hand.

"Here, this will make sure you don't die from infection." I handed her the pill

"...What is it..." She looked at it questionably.

"Amoxicillin, it's an antibiotic."

I went back into my bag to search for the other pills, eventually finding what I needed. I returned with 2 bottles, Hydrocodone and Paracetamol+Codeine. I opened up the bottles, took 2 of each, and added them to her dosage.

"Yeah, um...You're not gonna feel anything for about 6-8 hours... You should probably just roll around in the hay for a while..."

With that, I picked up my kit, slung it over my shoulder and walked back downstairs to meet the rest of the party.

Nurse Redheart awoke about an hour ago, and explained the situation at the hospital and how she locked herself in the pharmacy, because of the massive door. She also explained her feelings about the surgery incident.

"You know you could of started her on antibiotics, instead of taking such drastic measures..."

"What antibiotics?"

"Right...I guess you were right in your decision, but you could of sterilized atleast..."

"No time, No place...She had a 104° and was symptomatic. It had to be done...Speaking of which, Spitfire! How ya' doin up there?" I yelled at the upper level.

No answer

"Hey! Spitfire!"

Still no answer.

"What the fuck?..." I whispered to myself as I got up and ran up the stairs. I reached the top and found a motionless Pegasus laying on the floor, back turned to me.

"Hey, Spitfire!" I nudged her. When she didn't give a reaction, I knew something was up. I rolled her over onto her back, revealing her blue lips. I rolled open her eye lid and shined my penlight into her amber eyes, observing her pupil. they were pinpricks, completely constricted. It wasn't until then that I noticed the half empty pill bottle next to her.

"FUCK! HEY WAKE U-...GRR!...REDHEART! GET UP HERE! I NEED A 10CC SYRINGE AND A VILE OF NALOXONE STAT!"

"What's going on?!" She yelled from below

"SHE'S OD-ING, NARCO'S! GET THE MED, SHE MIGHT GO UNDER!"

She jumped into action, grabbing various items from the med kit with haste.

"What's going on everypony?" Twilight asked, awaking from her slumber.

"Yeah, what gives?" Pinky asked from the same situation as Twilight.

We didn't even think to respond, I wasn't going to have another friend die on me. Not this time.

I rolled her into the recovery position, as to make sure no pulmonary aspiration ensued, and searched for a suitable vein for injection. Redheart bolted up the staircase with legerity, Soarin' in tow, and started the preparations for revival. I grabbed the syringe and Naloxone vial and extracted a ball parked dose according to a weight estimation. I withdrew the hypodermic from the vial and pressured it through the large vein in her muscular forearm, sliding through the skin with ease. It takes a few seconds for the NarCan to start counteracting the opiate molecules, but it didn't seem to be working at all. We waited around 30 seconds with no avail.

"Charge the MED, She's in Cardiac Arrest."

"What's going on?! Is she gonna be alright?!"

"Soarin', you need to clear the area, go calm the rest of them..."

"NO! I NE-"

"SOARIN' FUCKING MOVE YOUR ASS!"

He lept off the stairs, using his wings to bring him down softly.

"Starting Compressions!" I yelled over the beeping of the charging Defib.

"CLEAR PATIENT!" Redheart ordered.

BEEP The MED signaling that the charge was delivered successfully, but heart not back on rhythm.

"FUCK! CLEAR!" She yelled

Another Charge delivered, still no beat.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! YOU'RE NOT DYING ON ME! YOU'RE THE LEADER OF THE FUCKING WONDERBOLTS! YOU'RE STRONG! YOU CAN DO THIS!"

"CLEAR!" Redheart repeated

"Rhythm restored" The MED spoke in a robotic voice

With a loud gasp, she shot back to life, and fell, sobbing, directly into my arms. I thanked what ever higher being helped me the fuck through that one. A wave of relief washed over me like a tsunami, as I passed out sitting up against the wall from sheer exhaustion...Longest 3 days of my life.

I woke up in the same position I was in before, with the same mare curled up next to me. The screaming pain of the backache that sleeping against a wall gave me, was subsided by the joy of not losing another friend in your own hands. I gently lifted myself from the ground, as to not wake Spitfire, and walked down the steps to see everybody except Soarin' asleep.

"Hey, hero..."

"Everyone's asleep already?" I asked groggily

"It's like 3 am..."

"Then why aren't you asleep?"

"I can't, too much on my mind..."

"Care to talk?"

"Nah, not really...So what happened with Spitfire?"

"*Sigh*, She overdosed on the pain meds that I gave her...She's really depressed..."

"Yeah...Don't you find it odd that she was sleeping on you?"

"Um..no...I just saved her life, she fell asleep after being revived from a heart attack. Not a big deal"

"Not that, no, but she continued to do the same thing after coming down here and apologizing to us for being so much trouble..." He looked at me with a cocked eye brow and a slight smile.

"Yeah, so?"

"Just puttin' it out there..." He said as he turned and reclined on the hay bales, assuming the position of the other ponies.

"Just sleep on that thought, huh?"

"What ever..." I walked back upstairs, I preferred to sleep in places rather secluded then crowded.

I woke up laying down on a hard wood floor, slightly padded with hay, to the sound of a hammer slamming on a wood wall. There was Soarin', nailing a barricade on the window. My back hurt nonetheless, but it felt nice to be rested once again. Next step, food. I also noticed something rather strange to my right, and what I found surprised me. Spitfire was laying in the contour of my side, resting a single foreleg on my chest. I looked up in confusion to see Soarin' grinning and raising a brow at me. He flew back down to the main room and out of sight. I raised myself from the dirty wood barn floor and walked downstairs. I looked out the window to see the nice morning fog, a sign of early rising. But there was something peculiar about it.

"Hey, Applejack, do you have any binoculars?"

"Mhmm, hold on."

She returned a few seconds later with an old pair of aviation binoculars and handed them to me.

"They're rusty, but they will work nice." She added

"Hey, um...Dash?..."

mmffmhm...whut...I'm sleeping..."

"I know the rainbows are made by you guys, but is the morning fog normally sprayed by ponies in chemical suits?"

"What now?"

"Guys, we gotta get the fuck outta dodge..." I spoke calmly

"Looks like Celestia isn't so fair after all..."