Nurse Redheart's Donation Collection

Another day, another bunch of donors. At least, that’s what Redheart told herself when she made her way back into work. She took a moment to sit down at her desk and neaten up some misaligned papers as she sipped a cup of expresso. Not too long after, one of her co-workers came over.

“You alright?” they asked. She was a mint green pony, but with a brown mane. “You look a little tired.”

She gave a smirk under lidded, baggy eyes before responding, “I’m alright. I got some coffee to help. Tea isn’t going to cut it today, let me tell you.” She chuckled, but truth be told the farmhand from last night had kept her up all night, rutting her senseless and she couldn’t get enough. He didn’t stay for breakfast, though, and she didn’t know why she was disappointed about that. Even so, she remained focused on reminding herself it’s just a perk of her job.

“Whatever you say, Nurse Redheart.” The mint mare promptly took her seat beside her and they went quiet for sometime, the sound of ruffling papers and people on calls filling up the room before the mare spoke again, “We have another donor coming in soon, but he sounded a bit nervous on the phone. If you want, I can put someone else on the job.”

“I’m alright. I can take it. Trust me, this coffee will do the trick for me just yet.”

The mare gave in. “Alright, then.”

“Who will it be?”

She flipped through the papers before finding the patient’s document. “The name is ‘Suburst’.”

“The guy that works at the School of Frienship?” Redheart’s own heart fluttered at the thought of the orange and spectacled unicorn. If anyone could ease his nerves during the process, it was Redheart.

“Yep. That’s the one.”

“No problem. I can handle this.”