The Fugitive

White veil.

Infrequent glare of bright light.

And two voices that cannot subside.

''Not a tenant, definitely. Doc rarely gives wrong predictions. If he ever does.''

''I disagree with him. We've had worse patients ... cut veins, aortas, gouged eyes, cut off wings and sawed off horns - I've already seen everything. Fuck, one even pretended to be an alicorn. At the same time being a unicorn. Don't ask where the wings came from. And then - even such were cured. Or at least it became much easier for them to live. This one, in comparison, is a real dandelion.''

''The same to me, compared. If Doc had eaten his bread in vain, he would clearly not have been put in charge of our . And he manages somehow! Either he will give practical advice, then he will help to sew the crippled limbs...''

''Did he sew your brains too?''

''Hey, I wouldn't get personal.''

''I'll go over. You have to think with your own head. And then how do you differ from patients?''

''I cannot have the opinion similar to the authorities?''

''You can. But now it looks more like a public suck.''

''How dare you...''

''Shut up already, idiots.''

A tired voice broke by itself from the lips of the lying on the hard couch.

''Look. Our hero awoken.''

The veil began to dissipate little by little. And the clearer the soulful face of the stallion looking at him became, the more he wanted to return to oblivion.

''Mhmm ...'' the easy movement of the front leg immediately ran into the constraining weight. The patient tried another. The same effect. Very soon the heaviness was felt all over the body and even in the head, which, to his deepest surprise, he could not even tear a millimeter from the unpleasant surface.

''Belts. Clever. Obviously not your idea.''

''How mobile he is. Look, no matter how break free'' sarcastically added walking to the right. His snout was nicer. But not much.

''Lie down. rest. You obviously deserve the rest'' the earthly pony of dirty brown smiled ''I should have put a muzzle on him. In vain the doc is on ceremony with them'' yes, the color of his fur definitely suited him.

''Put on yourself, a scarecrow'' the gaze of the lying person rested on the ceiling that was slowly riding above him ''Where are we going?''

''Where you will get help.''

''I didn't ask for help.''

''Nobody asked you.''

''So where are we going?''

''Where to go.''

''To your mother, or what?''

''Listen, give him that rubbish! Celestia is my judge, if this freak doesn't shut up - I will allow myself to forget the oath!'' the couch shook tangibly. The lone sighed wearily. And then he shuddered from a prick of a sharp pain in his side. Unbearable weakness began to cloud his mind again.

''Bi-i-itche-e-es ...'' only managed to hold out the one who returned into the darkness.