What Shouldn't Be...

Everyone gawked at Lon for a minute. Lon looked back with a quizzical glance at them. Blinking, Twilight shook her head and said "Wait a minute; you were just in the emergency room with a broken leg and horn. How are you able to just trot in here and ask for juice?"

"My leg was broken?" Lon asked, apparently not worried about his horn. "Which one was it?" He tested his weight on each individual one, showing no signs of pain.

The doctor went up to Lon and examined his front right leg. "No fractures, no swelling, not even a limp." He stood up again and looked at Twilight. "Was his leg and horn still broken when you were in the room?"

“I don’t… How should I know?” Twilight stammered. “I was only in there two minutes.”

“It was shattered into pieces! The amount of energy required to move the bone back into place in that amount of time would be comparatively colossal!” The doctor was practically screaming now. “Even with seventy percent cellular activity, his body should’ve withered to a raisin with all the energy being spent!”

“I did ask for juice.” Lon said in his own defense.

The nurse headed over to a nearby cabinet while the doctor was shaking his head. “Some things in this world are just simply too unbelievable to be believed, even when seen.” She got a juice box out and gave it to Lon, who sat down on his hindquarters and began sucking the sweet nectar out like a small foal would. The doctor looked at Lon with an intense glare, with both disdain and curiosity sparkling behind his irises.

“Wait, how could his horn have repaired?” The nurse asked in sudden realization. “Horns are made at birth and take time to grow. A split would have to be repaired by magic. You didn’t touch him, did you Twilight?

Twilight looked sternly at the nurse. She wanted answers as much as anypony else in the room. She almost snapped back at the nurse, but Lon got there first.

“What is magic?” He inquired, tilting his head to one side.

Every pair of eyes widened as their owner’s head turned towards Lon.

Something is seriously wrong with this pony.

“You are a unicorn!” Twilight screamed, for it was now her turn to be frustrated. “It’s what your horn is for! How in the name of Celestia could you not know what magic is? It’s like a Pegasus not knowing they can fly!”

Lon looked taken aback by Twilight’s sudden outburst. “Well it’s not like I remember everything in my life” Lon said with another sip of juice, looking at Twilight out of the corner of his eye.

“Wait, say that again.” The doctor asked, putting his hoof on his chin.

Lon looked with a raised eyebrow and shrugged. “That again.”

The doctor became frustrated again. “No! Say what you- nevermind. I need to look at your neurological readings.” With that he went over to another screen and started pressing buttons on a panel below it.

Twilight observed Lon. His juice box was now empty, and he looked at it unsatisfied as he tossed it at the trash can by the door. It swished in the basket and he smiled, looking proud of himself. A stallion of simple pleasures, obviously. He trotted over to the trash can, where he poked his head in and quickly withdrew it, covering his nostrils with both hooves and inhaling the fresh air deeply.

His horn was perfect, as if it had been sculpted by a sculptor. The body he exhibited seemed likewise, being toned but not exactly muscled like Rainbow Dash. His eyes were a pretty dark green, like the leaves of an oak tree in mid-summer. He seemed to be the perfect stallion any mare in Ponyville would want.

Not that Twilight would want him, she reminded herself. She was happy with her life. She had all the friends she needed. And nothing could change that. Her mind was made. It was a fact to her.

The doctor turned away from the monitor and motioned for Twilight to come over. She approached the doctor, who pointed to the chart of Lon’s brain activity on screen. “There’s an abnormality in his brain. Usually a brain uses about five or ten percent of itself at any given moment. However, if you look at the-“

“That’s nearly forty five percent brain activity there!” Twilight exclaimed. She looked back at Lon, who was now busy playing with the scale used to weigh foals. Could he really have the capacity to use that much of his brain?

Lon wandered over to the other side of the room, where he noticed the window. He put his hoof out and touched the glass, the invisible substance stopping his hoof. His smiled and began tapping it. “Hey Twilight,” he began, “I think that there’s an invisible solid here.”

Twilight double blinked. She turned to the doctor again with a frown on her face. “Are you sure your readings were right? I mean, there might be something in him that is making your equipment faulty.”

“That would be plausible.” He pondered. “But we haven’t found anything that would make that happen as of yet. But I’ll keep you posted. I plan on doing more testing.”

“Actually, Twilight will have to keep us posted.” The nurse corrected.

“Why is that?” Twilight inquired.

“Since Lon has nothing wrong with him, we can’t keep him in the hospital.” The nurse informed.

The doctor shot the nurse an angry glare and mumbled something about blabber mouths. “I’ll find something don’t worry Twilight.”

Twilight made a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to be watching Lon. As she had stated earlier to her friends, she had much better things to be doing in her day.

“But we need patient consent to do more exams. And the emergency services we provided for him are already costing us, so I don’t think the finance manager will allow-“

The doctor shot the nurse another angry glare, which caused the nurse to stop mid-sentence. The doctor turned to Twilight and sighed. “Well, as was just explained, we don’t exactly have the resources necessary to do more testing. I was going to keep him here for the while until I am able to get a grant, but since SOMEPONY can’t resist telling everything I do to an authority. If you could look after Lon here until I get the grant, it would be much appreciated Twilight.”

Twilight tilted her head to the side and looked at the ceiling, considering the options. “What if the grant doesn’t get accepted?”

“Twilight, this stallion here has performed miracles in the last day I would say not even the best doctor could explain. What makes you think we won’t get the grant?”

This was a true statement. And Lon did look like he was in need of some teaching in magic, if not other areas as well.

As if on cue, Lon exclaimed “OUCH! This pointy thing hurts when it touches you on one end!”

All three turned to seen Lon holding a needle and a drop of blood on his arm.

Yeah, this could be an adventure. Or a catastrophe.