World on Fire

The doctor's office was cliche right down to the portraits of whom could only be his family. The question was how much of his family survived the attack. The indication on his face when he looked at them told me not many were left.

"Have a seat," he tells me solemnly.

"Might I ask what this is all about?" I ask.

"This is about you. Now if you would take a seat we can begin."

"I think I'd prefer to stand."

"Who are you," he says almost accusingly.

"I wish I knew, but I can't remember much of anything right now," I admit.

"Well I'll tell you who I think you are. Based on your cutie mark I can say assume that you were most likely some kind of gambler-"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Now, normally that would be fine," he says ignoring my question. "But, to be completely honest I think you were a entirely different type of gambler altogether."

"And what would that other kind be exactly?"

"A criminal," he says sending a chill down my neck. "I think you were some sort of gang member."

"No, you can't know that. You don't have any proof."

"Oh I have proof, and it's enough to make more than an estimated guess. For starters you have various laceration scars. That were probably caused by a knife, and not to mention the mark that could have only been caused by an old gunshot wound."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Would like me to go on, there's one last thing?" he asks rhetorically. "You have a tattoo behind your left ear, and not just any tattoo. It's one I've seen before, and I know that it linked to a gang here in Manehattan."

"That can't be me."

"Well, I were to take a Gambit I'd say that you were a dangerous pony," he says in a way that felt different.

"What are you going to do with me then. Throw me out?"

"Under normal circumstances I would hand you over to the authorities. However if you'd recall these aren't normal circumstances. I could use somepony like you."

"What?"

"This hospital has... limited supplies, and we have a lot of patients who are need of those supplies. I need somepony like you to help make sure that the recovery team is safe from anypony who might want those supplies for themselves."

"But, what if I'm not who you think I am?"

"I'm hardly ever wrong. Now if you're going to stay you're going to need a name. At least until you remember your real one."

"I guess you're right. Got anything in mind."

"As a matter of fact, I do."