How do you turn this thing on? Ah, there we go! So I guess I just talk into this thing, alright, totally not going to seem crazy. Okay, hello, my name is First Aid, I'm a doctor in the Canterlot Emergency Center. I will be using these audio recorders to record patient info and anything else. Today, I've had a patient come in with a dislocated leg, which we reset quickly and he walked out of here good as new. Patient's name was Heavy Lift, he states he dislocated his leg in a construction accident. Another patient came in with two stab wounds in the side of the neck, she reported to have been mugged in an alleyway. We stitched her up and kept her in a room just in case the wounds hit something vital. Patient's name was Golden Petal and we called the royal guard to tell them to watch for anypony with a weapon or that looked shady. So far that's all the reports today, but it's about nine o'clock in the morning.
Alright, it's currently 4:32 pm in the afternoon and I've got a few more cases then I'm going home. At about 11:20 a stallion came in with what appeared to be a rash on his cheek, we gave him some anti-rash cream and told him that if it gets worse to comeback and we'll see about it.
At 1:45, a mare came in with her little foal. The filly had a raspy cough, and claimed to have a sore throat so we told her to gargle with salt water when she wakes up and before she goes to bed.
At 2:35 we had two patients come in with relatively similar symptoms. The first had a congested nose, watery eyes, and their cough was very rough. They also claimed to just be extremely tired. The second had similar symptoms, except they had a very runny nose, and were sneezing often. Their eyes were red and puffy and watery. They claimed they had chills and a unbearable headache. We diagnosed both of them with the common flu and we gave the first pony Oxyzetamoline for the congestion, Benadryl for any sort of allergic reaction, and Mucinex for the cough. The second pony received the same thing, both were told to sleep extensively.
Finally, at 4:15 we had a second pony come in with a rash, found on the patients back left leg. It spread from the thigh towards the hoof. We gave them some anti-rash cream and told them to come back if it got worse.
Alright, for a new technology it seems very simple.
It's currently 6:19 and at 5:05 a pony came into the lobby with bloodstains around their neck. They had a set of bite marks on their neck. They claimed that it was a wild dog, but the teeth marks were that of a herbivore, most likely that of another pony or they were self afflicted. We checked the patients teeth and found no fur or blood and the dental pattern didn't match that of the bite mark. We shaved the ponies fur to be able to get to the bite to sew it up. The skin underneath was turned purple from bruising and the veins were a dark purple and were seen more clearly. My colleages and I believe that this pony had some sort of infection so we told the pony that the bite marks had hit a vein and would need more treatment. We put him in a room with bandages covering his wounds. We'll check on him in the morning. I finally can get some rest.
What the hell was that? Okay, so I was about to sign off and go home, but I just heard what sounded like a scream. I'll be back in a second.
Alright, it was one of my co-workers throwing a suprise party for a friend, and the friend screamed. Finally, I'm going home.
It's 11:30 at night and I was called out to look at something about Golden Petal. She had gone into shock at about 10:10. My colleages say that she was foaming from the mouth, her eyes were bloodshot, and her stab wounds had ripped the stitching and were bleeding exstensively. I believe that the knife had hit something important and since we didn't fix it she went into shock. She sadly died from her wounds at about 10:15 and I believe that we could have saved her if only we had caught it sooner.
I checked on Popcorn Butter, the patient with the bite marks. He was thankfully asleep and I checked the wound and found the wound had stopped bleeding and the purplish veins were now up to his ear and down to his leg. I swapped his IV out and left him to sleep.
Most of my co-workers were busy getting Golden Petal's family information together so they could make runs and tell the patients family that Golden Petal was deceased.
I walked the halls of the massive, yet empty building for about an hour, stopping every so often to chat with the janitors. They had so many stories it was insane. One had a story where his house destroyed by Tirek in his battle against Twilight Sparkle. He said that he had been in his pool relaxing in the summer heat and then his house was flattened by a hoof. Thankfully he wasn't seen by Tirek so he just stayed in his pool. Another janitor had a story about how he had took a trip around the world. He started in Canterlot, went to Ponyville, then to Manehattan, Appleloosa, Las Pegasus, the Crystal Empire, and finally Fillydelphia before coming back to Canterlot.
I'm going to go back home and back to sleep so I can be rested for tomorrow. I have a lot of papers to fill out and I don't want to be running on empty when I do so. This is Doctor Aid and finaly I'm getting some sleep.
I've switched the tapes out a few times to get used to this, but it feels so alien to me. This is Doctor Aid and it's 7:45 in the morning and I arrived at work today to see my waiting room damn near filled with ponies. I'm waiting for my fellow doctors to arrive before I start taking anypony in. I checked on Pocorn Butter and his fur has fallen out around the base of his neck and the bite has early cases of necrotizing fasciitis or a flesh-eating bacteria. The area around the necrosis has small dimples and appears cracked. The discoloratio. Of the skin has apread his collar bone into the fur. I injected the poor fellow some penicillin and cleaned the area around his wound.
It's 12:13, lunchtime, or it would be if I didn't have a mountain of papers to sort away and record.
At 7:55 and we've had three patients with minor headaches and coughs so we gave them prescribed the over the counter Ibuprofen for the headache and over the counter cough medicine.
At 8:10 we had a male patient come back in from yesterday, the one with a rash on his hind leg, but the rash advanced into a big case of cysts up his left leg and flank, the cysts wrapped around his left knee and just above his hoof. The stallion was crying in pain, and he didn't look like the type to cry. We did surgery and removed the cysts from his leg, but we are keeping him in a room and we're going to monitor him over the next couple of days.
At 9:25, we had a couple of grade school fillies come in and say their throats were itchy and eyes were burning, one was severly raspy and another couldn't even speak. I prescribed them all anti-inflamintory drugs and told their parents to come back in case it gets worse, and just to make them all feel better I gave them all lollipops.
At 9:55 we had a few ponies come in with similar bite marks as to that of Popcorn, except these ones where all carried in on stretchers by paramedics, we brought then all to an isolated wing, including Popcorn Butter, after we found similar symptoms in all cases. I took blood samppes from each of the four victims and ordered one of my nurses to send them to the Canterlot Center for Disease Control. We also had a pony come in with bite marks in their necks, but this one actually seemed to be more of a Timberwolf attack, and I found no sign of infection so I got her stitched up and set her up in a room.
At 11:36, a pony was brought in with similar bite marks to the other four, except this one was a small colt and there was a small hole in it's forehead. The pony had the same infection in him, but it stopped spreading when he was shot. The bullet caliber was a common 9mm Parabellum. The bullet was lodged in the cranium, and was fired from about 10 meters, give or take. I was unable to find out who the colt was and no family has come looking for him.
We found Golden Petals family, yet they refused to come to her funeral as they stated to have disowned her. She apparently had fled home in search of a better life than that of a farmer, where she came to the city and was mugged and stabbed. Her funeral is in a week.
It's 8:24 at night and one of my nurses was just attacked by one of the isolated ponies. She went over there to change out the ponies IV's and one had jumped up and grabbed her and pushed her to the floor. They were screaming about how that he was going to die and eat her. Thankfully, before he could do anything security got there and put a round into the back of his chest, launching him forward. The nurse was hysterical as she got up and ran out of the room. The security guard says that he had put a 12 guage buckshot load into his back, which had ripped his back apart, revealing his spine and internal organs. He states that the pony slowly clambered back up and charged the guard again before receiving another buckshot load to the face. The pony dropped dead and slid over to the guard. The guard ran out and left the wing behind him. The security guard asked me if he could give more detail on the situation, and I have allowed him to do so.
So, I just, speak?
Yes, please take your time.
So, I was making my rounds with my trusty Mossberg, which I bring with me to all my security shifts. I made my rounds up and down the hospital, until I got to the isolation wing, where I heard a scream. I ran down the hall and entered the room, and I saw a pony on top of one of the nurses. I thought it was an intruder trying to rape her, but then I saw that he was trying to bite her, and something clicked and I raised my gun and fired at him. The buckshit ripped his back open, and knocked him off the nurse who ran past me crying. The stallion was still trying to get up, even though his back was ripped open and you could see the outline of his lungs, stomach, and spine. The bones were a deep black, like a smoker's lungs after a while with all the tar and pus, except the spine was stained red with blood. He stood up and turned around, buckling under his own weight, but he picked up speed and I finally shot him in the face, as his head exploded and his body slid to a stop infront of me. I ran out of the room and down the hall and I came out of the wing and came to find somepony. Now we are here.
Thank you, that was helpful in trying to figure out this illness. You free to leave. Thankfully nothing interesting happened between lunch and that incident, but I sincerely doubt I'm goi g home anytime soon. Time to break out the futan and the bottle of whiskey.
