Arriving at the hospital, I let myself in.

The lobby was the typical type you'd find in a hospital; bleached white walls, the occasdional chair here and there, the smel of disinfectant. In the middle of the back part of the room was a kiosk with doors on either side, where I saw a stallion who was coloured a bluish green. More green than blue, actually. Anyway, he had a mark of a green plus sign with smaller ones floating up around it.

Upon seeing me, he called me over. "Hello there!" he said. "Medkit here. What can I do for you?"

I said, "I'm here to get my shots updated. I hear that newcomers would be wise to get that done quickly."

"Indeed, ma'am! I'll notify Nurse Redheart."

At length, two mares came through the door. One was a pudgy gray mare, who had a mark of a lunchbox. Clearly she was a mother, presumably with another on the way. Walking alongside her was a white mare with a nurse's cap and a mark of a red plus sign surrounded by four hearts. I presumed that this was Nurse Redheart.

Now, at the time, the first mare was finishing up an explanation "... son takes school in Canterlot, you see. we need to take him on a carriage or train to school five days a week! But when he gets off he's always sick to his stonach, often while on the way, too. Do you know what I can do about it?"

Nurse Redheart said, "It sounds like your son has Motion Sickness. Maybe I can conme up with something-"

My eyes glowed green and the world became all fuzzy. I felt the sudden need to help this mare and found myself being involuntarily drawn over to her. "Try giving your son a piece of candied ginger every day before he goes. That'll mitigate the sickness."

Wait... how did I know that?

I shook my head and returned to my senses fully. The mare thanked me profusely and left with her foal.

Redheart was looking at the departing mare, rather slack-jawed. Clearly she was awestruck. She then turned to me and said, "Do you happen to need a job? I'm a very good judge of talent, and i can tell that you have the touch."

That didn't explain why she couldn't tell that at first, but whatever.

"Funny you should ask..." I replied, trailing off at the end.

"Do you know any ways to-"

Just then, a blue light started flashing.

"Oh no!" Redheart gasped. "A code blue! C'mon!" she beckoned as she started toward the disturbance.

Reaching under her cap, she pulled out an identical one and put it on my head. "You're hired. You get paid bi-weekly dependant on how many ponies you treat."

When we arrived at the room in question, there was already somepony there. A bluish mare with a yellow mane with a blue highlight in either side. Her Cutie Mark was of a teddy bear-like pony hugging a heart.

"Tender Loving Care; what's the issue?" Redheart queried.

"One of our inpatients is havong an attack! He needs immediate treatment!" Nurse TLC said, indicating the stallion.

"Oh no!" Redheart exclaimed. "Hoof me the electrocardio stimulators."

"The what?" TLC queried, tilting her head slightly.

"I think she means the defibrilator, or whatever you have on hoof."

"Oh! Here!" she said, hoofing over the requested implement. Then she looked to me and asked, "So who is this?"

Redheart answered, "Our new intern, Rain Dance. She may seem like a newbie, but she has a... sixth sense of sorts. Clear!"

*Zzz-beep!*

I loked around, hoping to see something I could use to help. Suddenly, I noticed a plant in the corner of the room, my eyes going green again. "Is that a Digitalis Lanata plant?"

"You mean the foxglove there?"

That told me all I needed to know! I dashed over and bit off one of the flowers, bringing it over.

"Hav'm eat a bit'o thith." I said through my teeth. "It thould hlp. It of'n doeth, 'nyway."

Redheart fed a fragment of the bloom to the stallion, who shortly thereafter calmed down.

"That was too close." she said, wiping her brow.

TLC turned to me. "How did you know that that would help? Isn't that stuff poisonous?"

I replied, "Yes, but Foxgloves are high in a certain chemical that can be used to help treat heart failure, usually in medication form; much less concentrated. All parts of the plant are poisonous, in significant quantity, but he... should have a hearty enough constitution, even in his condition."

"Luckily, he did, or that could have done more harm to him."

"He might have died with or without; it was worth a try."

"Let's just hope that we don't have to risk that again. Come on, Rain Dance. Let's get you registered. We'll need youu on the job more than I thought."

As she went back out of the room, I followed. Thus began my "internship". If you could call it that.

Author's Note

Both of those treatments are a thing, yes, but I don't suggest you try the second at home under any circumstances. A... slight fudge, but real enough..