After learning of the unknown creature's apparent amnesia, the princess of friendship was quick to elect that they should bring this... alien, for lack of a better word, to Canterlot Castle. The hospital was the first location that came to mind, but she quickly disregarded that idea. She didn't know what this entity even was, meaning that nopony knew what this entity was. So bringing him to a place where there was likely a lot of ponies... maybe not the best idea. Doing so could cause a panic. So the castle was the only other logical location. Perhaps Princess Celestia knows about this, she figured.

Twilight was quick to try and make sure the alien was ready for what she was about to do. He had no idea what she was talking about and before he could get a straight answer there was a bright flash of magical light. The dark and damp alley was replaced with a brightly lit and dry carpeted floor, and the sudden change in environment came with a few new sensations. The most prominent of these side effects being the unnatural levels of nausea and disorientation that followed. The second most prominent effect was the forceful evacuation of his stomach's contents onto the castle floor.

Now, bringing an unknown lifeform to the capital of your nation, entirely unannounced, is an issue. As is that creature throwing up all over the usually spotless floor the second he arrived. But a much more... relevant issue was currently on Twilight Sparkle's and Spike's mind. That issue was almost identical in every way to the one just described, though the major difference was in the specific place in the castle Twilight had brought this unknown lifeform.

The throne room. Just as Princess Celestia and her escort of guards were on their way out for the evening.

Now, the princess of friendship had been planning on informing Equestria's ruler of this creature and her intentions of helping him. But she wanted to do so after getting him dried off and into a nice warm bed, and after explaining the situation thoroughly before introducing them. But unfortunately in her the haste of casting the spell, she only specified that she wanted to bring them to Canterlot Castle. And it seems that magic has a cruel sense of humor when you aren't specific. The solar princess, as well as her entourage of guards and her personal aide, reacted about as well as you'd expect to a second alicorn and a dragon appearing out of thin air with a mysterious creature that proceeded to vomit all over the nice carpeted floor. If you can't imagine it, here's a bit of a rundown.

The four elite guards, tasked with the specific duty guarding one of Equestria's most powerful and important rulers, all nearly leaped out of their armor at the sudden appearing act. The largest of the quartet screamed like a little filly, he was apparently the jumpiest of the batch. This action earned him a smack on the back of the head from the princess's aide.

Said aide, one Raven Inkwell, was utterly unfazed by the act. In fact, her only reaction was smacking the loudest of the guards upside the head, causing him to let out a meek "sorry."

And lastly, was Princess Celestia herself. Her reaction was somewhere between that of her assistant and her guards. There was a reaction in the form of the white-coated alicorn taking a step back as her eyes grew wide. One forehoof was left hanging in the air, watching in curiosity as her student tended to this odd entity, her draconic assistant just standing there just as wide-eyed as the solar princess was.

"I thought you said you were ready?!" Twilight blurted worriedly, using a hoof to try and pull the entity out of the puddle of his own purged meal.

"You didn't tell me what you were gonna do..." He groaned weakly, arms wrapped tightly around his own stomach, eyes closed even tighter. "What the hell even was that?"

"I told you we were going to teleport!" Twilight quickly explained, trying to make sure he was still on one piece. It was right about then that the lavender alicorn remembered where she was at and what she had just done. Her gaze slowly turned back towards one of Equestria's two sovereign leaders.

Princess Celestia simply stood there with a look of utter befuddlement on her face, her ever flowing rainbow mane and tail still flowing in a state of continuous calm motion as if caught by a gentle breeze. Her golden regalia reflected the light brilliantly, her magenta colored eyes narrowing slightly as Twilight looked up to her. The younger alicorn's face was painted with a wide toothy grin that absolutely screamed: "I didn't mean to do that."

"We... We can explain," Twilight stated calmly, only the slightest twitch of nervousness showing through her facade. Her eyes glanced down at Spike, hoping the baby dragon would have something to add. Once again, Spike could only offer up a shrug in response. This situation was clearly far outside of his expertise. Twilight's eyes darted back over to the white alicorn, surprised to see that she had stepped forward and was overlooking the oddity she had brought in with her.

"Are... you alright?" Princess Celestia asked of the unknown lifeform that had been presented before her. She took notice of how one of his legs had a slightly different shape than it's twin. Equestria's daytime ruler obviously didn't know what this entity was, but she did know that most living things were supposed to have matching legs.

"I could be better," he wheezed in response, still holding his upset stomach, seemingly having forgotten about his broken leg for the time being. The solar alicorn was quick to put the pieces together, turning back to her group of escorts. "Raven, please go fetch Doctor Scribe and get a room ready for our... guest," she ordered calmly.

Raven's ears perked up at the order. The white colored unicorn had a brown mane and tail, both tied up into large buns, and eyes that matched the darker color that was shielded behind a set of wide-brimmed glasses. A red neckerchief was tied in a pretty knot around her neck. "Right away, princess," she said with a smile before turning back to the guard she had just smacked. Her smile quickly shifted into a scowl, her tone of voice becoming much blunter. "You. Either find somepony to clean up that mess, or clean it up yourself."

"B-But why me?!" The tallest of the guards shouted back.

"Because I am busy at the moment. Now MARCH!" Inkwell commanded as she walked around the group before her and out of the throne room. The large guard was quick to follow her lead, in search of either a maid or a mop. Once those two had left, Princess Celestia turned to face her student and her student's assistant.

"Now then, how about that explanation I was promised?" Princess Celestia asked with a smile.

Still laying on the ground disoriented and nauseous from the "teleportation," the creature heard Twilight and Spike explaining something to someone he didn't know. A recount of his situation (as far as they knew) from what he could tell. He would have chimed in himself but found himself unable to do so as he felt himself get hoisted into the air by the order of the voice he didn't recognize. The protest was impossible in his current state, and in the darkness of his closed eyes, he heard the explanation getting further and further away as he was hastily carried off. The last thing he heard was Twilight shouting out a "be careful with him" before returning to her story.

He lost track of just about everything after that. The constant motion, the queasiness he was feeling, and several other factors such as pain and confusion all hit him at once, and he blacked out.

"Urgh... whah happah?" The amnesiac gurgled as he came to who knows how long later. He wasn't moving anymore, so that was a good thing. He also wasn't soaked with rainwater, also a good thing. His leg still hurt, but that was the least of his problems. "Where... am I?" He asked, looking around his new environment.

Wherever he had been taken, it was clearly some sort of bedroom. That much was obvious from the dresser, nightstand, and the bed he was currently laying atop. And based on how barren it looked other than those features, it was likely some form of guest room. The only form of decoration was a painting depicting a field of sunflowers on one wall.

"Okay... this is new..." He grumbled to himself, turning to hop out of the bed. Though as his left foot touched the ground, he shot back onto the bed as a surge of sharp pain shot through his shin. "Right, broken leg!" He lectured to himself, clutching his knee close to his chest as he winced. After allowing the pain to subside for a moment or two, at least as much as it could in its state. After that, he slowly rolled up the leg of his pants to assess the damage.

And as he feared, it looked pretty bag. There was a noticeable bend around the center of his calf that very much shouldn't be there. It didn't look good, at all. But at least the bone wasn't sticking out of his body... yet, anyway. It looked like it could poke through at even the slightest provocation.

"What the hell did I even do?" He asked again, leaning in closer to further inspect the damage. It was around then he noticed that whoever had put him in this bed had neglected to take his shoes off. With a bit of difficulty with his left side, he was able to get both of them off and onto the ground, thus allowing his feet to finally breath.

The handle to the door suddenly began to jostle about, startling the creature out of his train of thought. Just as quickly as it began to move, the door had opened and the amnesiac was greeted to the sight of another pony entering. The faded yellow unicorn sported a neatly kept, bright yellow mane and a matching tail. They had a pair of thin wire-frame glasses before their bright blue eyes. A large saddlebag was located on either side of their body, a few pieces of medical equipment could be seen poking or hanging out.

"I don't see what the big issue is," the unicorn muttered to herself as she entered, clearly a "she" based on the sound of her voice. "There's no way it can--" she stopped as her gaze fell upon the creature laying in bed. Her expression spoke volumes. "... I stand corrected."

"Umm... hello?" The amnesiac greeted with a nervous wave. The unicorn slowly lifted a hoof and just as cautiously waved back, her expression unchanging.

"... Excuse me one moment," the unicorn stated before turning away and lowering her head slightly. "Get a hold of yourself, Saffron. You wouldn't have been called here if the princess didn't think you were capable of this," she muttered to herself. After a few moments of mentally adjusting, she turned back to face the amnesiac with a warmer look. "Hello... I'm Doctor Scribe... I'm here to take a look at that leg of yours."

The unknown creature looked down at his broken leg, still exposed to the open air, before turning back to face the doctor. "Uhh... thanks."

With a sharp inhale through her nose, Doctor Scribe approached the bedside and took a look at the creature's leg. "Hmm... may I see your other leg?" She asked, not looking away from the damaged appendage. The amnesiac nodded, rolling up the other leg of his pants and revealing the much more normal leg. The doctor took a moment to compare both limbs, doing her best to apply her medical knowledge to this entity she had been presented with. "Alright... there's obviously a bit of swelling... one moment."

Before asking what she meant, the amnesiac watched as the unicorn's horn began to glow with this orangish-yellow light accompanied by an odd humming noise. His eyes noticeably widened as he watched the same light engulf his leg from the knee down. There was an odd tingling warmth creeping upon his senses as the light continued to flicker and dance about his limb. Curiosity and surprise suddenly turned to shock as this same aura shifted to his not broken leg.

"H-hey! What're you doing?!" The amnesiac blurted, grabbing his right leg and trying to see what was up. His hands were quickly swatted away by a pale yellow hoof.

"Please don't. I'm trying to do my job," the doctor demanded, not looking away from his legs as she shooed the hands away. It only took her a few more moments to do... whatever she had been doing before the magical light ceased to be. "Alright then. The break doesn't seem to bad. Just need to realign the bone and get a cast on it." Doctor Scribe continued to exposit, mostly to herself, as her horn began to glow again. One of the bags hanging from her sides was opened by a similar light, and objects bathed in that same glow began to float out of the carrier.

"How're you doing that?" The amnesiac alien asked, watching in utter awe as the doctor sorted through the levitating objects.

Doctor Scribe turned her gaze back to him and cocked an eyebrow. "Have you... never seen magic before?"

"... As far as I'm aware, no."

Confusion turned to revelation as the pieces clicked together in the unicorn's head. "Oh, my apologies. I was informed of your... current state of remembrance, but it seems it slipped my mind." She chuckled a bit as she continued to sort through her medical supplies. "A bit ironic, no?"

"Sure..." The creature droned, still in awe of the act of magic being shown to him. "... So how're you doing that? The floating object thing."

"I'm a unicorn. We all have magic. Levitation is one of the first spells taught," Doctor Scribe explained with a calm smile, finally finding the necessary components for casting a limb. "Though the spell I just used on your legs was a bit more... advanced. It allowed me to see through skin and muscle tissue to look at your bone structure. You're lucky only one leg is broken, otherwise this would be a much harder procedure for both of us."

Magic? Okay, not the weirdest thing about today, he thought as he watched his doctor continue to sort through her things. Guess that explains the... what did she call it? Teleportation? Whatever it doesn't matter now.

"So, may I ask you a question?" the doctor inquired, shifting her eyes over to the amnesiac for a moment before returning to her task. "What exactly... are you?"

It was his turn to raise a brow. "Excuse me?"

"I know it's a bit... direct, but I was never informed on what exactly... you are," she finished placing the necessary items on the nightstand and turned to face her patient. "If it isn't to much trouble, that is."

The amnesiac turned away as the doctor continued to prep for the casting process. He placed a hand to his chin in contemplation, he began to think deeply about the question. He started going around in circles in his head, trying not to think of the ever important who that he couldn't recall, but rather the what. No matter how many different paths of thought he followed, most lead back to the same answer.

"... The word 'human' comes to mind," he admitted with a stubble groan. The fact that he was unsure about what was almost as frustrating as the fact he couldn't even remember his own name.

"Human... human..." The doctor continued to mutter the word to herself, clearly trying to commit it to memory. She finally turned back to the human. "Alright then, let's get this leg of yours fixed up."

Memories of Twilight trying to do just that came flooding back to the human, and the immense amount of pain that the process caused. He didn't actually see her do anything, his eyes were closed at the time. But he knew she tried something. It was magic, in hindsight. He made his concerns about that known.

"Hmm... that's good to know." The doctor's horn once more began to glow, the sound of rustling objects emanating from one of her bags. "I believe I brought some painkillers with me, they should-- ah ha! There it is!"

He sighed with relief, relief that was quickly replaced by abstract horror as he watched a syringe of unknown liquid levitate from the saddle bag. "... Hey doc, let's... just skip that part and just fix my leg, okay?"

The unicorn doctor looked over with confusion as she magically prepped the injection. "It would be extremely painful if I realign the bone now, you said so yourself."

A nervous bead of sweat rolled down the human's face, eyes glued to the needle. "On second... maybe injecting me with horse medicine isn't the best idea."

The doctor cocked her head, following the human's gaze with her own, tracing it back to the needle of medication. The pieces clicked together as her eyes narrowed. "Are you... afraid of needles?"

"... No." That lie was as blatant as the nose on his face. Or the sun in the summer sky. Or the horn on the doctor's head. It was not a very convincing lie, is the point being made here.

"It's alright if you are, I've given plenty of shots to fillies and colts who despised these things." She waved the syringe in the air a bit with a slight chuckle. "It'll only hurt for a second. Then it'll be over."

"So it'll only hurt for a second if you just bend it back into shape... without needles, please," the human whimpered. His eyes didn't look away from the injection for a second.

"It would hurt much more."

"... Look over there! A detraction!"

The doctor was not amused by the human's antics. At all, if the scowl she was giving him was anything to go by. "Please don't make this any more difficult than it has to be, human."

"Don't you have, like... pills or something?"

"Not at the moment. The injection would be faster, regardless."

The human looked away from the needle for several seconds to gaze upon Scribe's scowl. He nervously chuckled as he looked back to the needle, and then back to the doctor. Then the needle, then the doctor. This sequence repeated a number of times, in the same span of time each cycle. Each time he looked back to Doctor Scribe she looked more and more miffed. Eventually, the medical pony got tired of this little stalling act and decided to take action.

While his eyes were on the needle, Doctor Scribe's own eyes looked to the human's arm. And due to his lack of fur, she was quickly able to find a barely visible blue line that was more than certainly a vein. Once the human's eyes returned to her, her eyes were back on him.

She allowed him to continue gawking at both herself and the needle as he was doing. She needed to be sure he wouldn't move. Once his eyes hit her for the umpteenth time, she quickly sprung into action. Reaching out with her magic to hold his arm in place, aimed the shot and fired the syringe like a rocket into it's target. The projectile struck true, and she was quick to inject the human with the pain-reducing medication. Said human reacted about as well as you'd expect.

Loudly, if you couldn't guess.

Twilight let out a rather loud yawn as she strolled through the halls of Canterlot Castle with Spike. Today had been a rather long one. First with the fantastic time she had caught up with old friends, followed by the discovery of an entirely new species and the revelation that the individual was hurt. Her explanation to Princess Celestia wasn't as long as she had expected it to be, but much longer than it needed to be. Twilight had a bad habit of nitpicking over the little details when she was nervous, and that had eaten up most of the time.

Thankfully, Princess Celestia was an understanding and patient mare. And after hearing the story, with some help from Spike to keep Twilight from going too far off track, the solar alicorn had agreed to help her in helping this creature in any way she could. For the time being, that help would come in the form of a place for the alien to recuperate and recover from his broken leg. And in the meantime, Twilight would be searching for a potential way to reverse his amnesia. Once his memories were restored, they'd figure out their next course of action.

But for now? Twilight wanted to just lay down and sleep. But before she could do that, she wanted to check back in on the creature to see how he was holding up. She hadn't seen him since they arrived at the castle, and he wasn't exactly in the best of shape.

"Hey, Twilight?" Spike asked as the two continued their stroll.

"Yes, Spike?"

"I know we're going to help the... alien guy with his amnesia and stuff..." Spike began, nervously twiddling his claws together. "But... what're we supposed to call him?"

That's... a really good question, Twilight pondered as she stopped dead in her tracks. What do you call somepony who doesn't technically have a-- The train of thought was cut short by an almost ear-shattering scream of pain.

Like, an insanely loud scream.

Twilight and Spike couldn't even fathom the fact that such a noise had been made by a living creature.

It was almost as loud as the scream from one of Celestia's guards earlier that evening.

The dragon and the alicorn both slowly turned their gazes to face one another. As they expected, both mirrored the same startled grimace back at one another. Spike, after taking a heavy gulp, was the first to speak up. "Was that the--?"

"Yes. It was." Twilight blankly interrupted, not even needing her assistant to finish the question to know what he was inquiring about.

"And did he just--?"

"Yes. He did."

"So we should probably--"

"Way ahead of you," the princess of friendship said nothing more as she continued walking towards the source of the scream, her assistant quick to catch up.

The brisk walk quickly transformed into a paced jog. The pace jog was quickly overtaken by a more hurried run. And soon enough, Twilight's own paranoia got the better of her and she broke out into a full blown sprint. Quickly recalling the instructions that Raven had given her, quickly finding the still open door to the room where the amnesiac was staying.

She slid to a halt as she stopped before the guest room, quickly darting in. "What's wrong?! I heard screaming!" The alicorn was privy to an odd sight. Doctor Scribe was currently applying a cast to the amnesiac alien. He, in the meantime, was laying on his back. Eyes wide, mouth agape, a single tear seen from one eye. His hands were tensed, twitching slightly, and every now and again a light gasp would escape from his un-moving mouth.

Doctor Scribe looked over to see Princess Twilight and Spike standing in the doorway, worried and confused looks on their faces. "Oh, the human's just being dramatic," she explained as she continued to apply the cast. "All I did was give him some fast-acting painkillers, so I could fix his leg." She looked up to the unresponsive individual. "Didn't even feel it when I put your leg back into place, did you?"

"Speak not to me of this, devil horse," the so-called human hissed, expression unchanging as the doctor resumed working on his leg.

"It was just a little needle, you're overreacting."

The two new arrivals looked over to the nightstand, catching sight of the used syringe that had been placed there for the time being. The two of them had very separate reactions to this. Twilight's was one of empathy, as she knew from a number of books that belonephobia was a very real thing. Spike, in the meantime, was chuckling to himself a bit. The idea of this odd and large creature being afraid of a tiny needle tickled his fancy.

Twilight was quick to trot around the bed, the side not occupied by Doctor Scribe at the moment, in order to speak with the human. "How're you holding up?"

"Terribly," the human said without a moment's hesitation. "I just got stabbed by a horse."

"Pony," the doctor corrected, not even bothering to look away from the cast she was constructing around the human's leg.

"Demon!" The human barked back, shooting his head up off of the pillow for a moment to glare daggers at the unicorn doctor fixing his leg.

"Alright, but aside from that?" Twilight continued her empathy almost as blatant as the human's current anger. "Have you... uhh..." She didn't exactly know how to phrase this particular question. It was a bit awkward to ask, and she didn't want to offend. Her difficulty in this task was quickly noticed by her number one assistant, who was quick to bite the bullet for his friend.

"You remember anything yet?" Spike asked with an odd mixture of bluntness and sympathy.

He didn't know what the dragon was talking about at first, but then the reality of his situation suddenly came back to bite him. The human's apparent anger melted into a distraught expression as his head slowly plopped back down on the pillow. "... Would you believe that I forgot about that?" He asked with a halfhearted chuckle.

"He says he's a called a 'human,' if that helps," Doctor Scribe added.

"Hyooman?" Spike asked with a cocked eyebrow. He slowly glanced over to Twilight. "... Please tell me you've heard of those before." He already knew the answer to that question, but he just had to ask anyway. Just as the dragon feared, the alicorn gave a slow shake of her head.

"Is there... anything else?" Twilight asked, a slight twinge of hope prevalent in her voice.

"An undying hatred of needles," the human answered in an obvious attempt at a joke. His tone was not a jovial one, but he had at least tried to lighten the mood. "Other than that, I got nothing... so what happens now?"

"I already spoke with Princess Celestia, you'll be--"

"Who?" The human interrupted, looking to the alicorn with a befuddled look. Twilight was quick to match this expression with her own.

"... Princess Celestia. She's one of Equestria's primary rulers," the lavender alicorn explained. "She spoke with you when you first got here."

"... Did she? I was kind of out of it at the time from... whatever it is you did to me."

"It was just a simple teleportation spell!"

"Okay, 'simple,' and 'teleportation' do not belong in the same sentence. I don't care how magical you unicorns are!"

Spike simply rolled his eyes as the two of them kept on debating, all the while Doctor Scribe continued to apply the human's cast. After a few minutes of this, he noticed the doctor finishing up her work, collecting her things, and excusing herself. It was around now that Twilight and the human finally got back on topic, the alicorn explaining the human's new living conditions while they tried to find his missing memories.

Once that was over with, the two of them wished the human pleasant dreams to the human and departed, and to just shout if he needed anything. They'd be staying in the next room over for the night, as they had long since missed the last train to Ponyville. Tomorrow, Twilight had already decided to scan through the Canterlot Archives to see if they could find anything on memory restoration.

Author's Note

Why is the doctor named Scribe?
Well, when you go to the doctor's office to fix a problem, you can get prescribed medication!
Prescribed.
Prescribed.
Prescribed.
Prescribed.
Is a pun!
... I'll go die alone in that corner over yonder, now.