Yurin's History!

Yurin awoke in a cold chair, her head fuzzy and pounding. She seemed to be at a desk, it was hard to tell due to her vision being blurry. The desk had skulls on it, and what looked to be dried up blood that poured down the desk, this wasn’t an ordinary office, this office must decide your fate. Will you work here or will you be forced to join this organization and do what they do, or will they harvest you like a farm? She tried to struggle but realized her hoofs were connected to some type of black colored magic chains, she could only move them an inch, the same with her wings. She couldn’t even flap them. This room is dark; it gives an omnious presence. Purple lights ignited in the room; the lights started from the left, not stopping until all of them was lit, it stopped behind her. This caused a more dreadful emotion to occur in Yurin. She didn’t get a good look at the boss of this evil occupation but she’s sure this meeting will not go well at all. Usually at interviews, you decide to sign a contract. Yurin knew this contract wouldn’t be a decent one, it wouldn’t even be made by the higher bosses of this facility due to what occurs here. This is a monstrous place. No other ponies around Equestria would approve of it, and surely Celestia would just order for it to be destroyed from all ut crimes. Yurin only been here less than a half an hour conscious that is and already knows what they do to the employees actions and the rooms. All of this occupation workers would serve life sentences in jail. A chair spun around and in it was a black unicorn who l had purple eyes. His eyes, they look a little demonic, his mane was clean, but it was a decent size, the same with his tail. He had a necklace around his neck, it looked like a skull. The rest of the necklace had what seemed to be screaming souls. Yurin noticed the light changed the colors of the skull, it turned red, blood coming out of its eye, nose, and mouth. She was frightened by him with shivers sent down her spine. Why is she still alive? Who the buck is this evil colt? She attempted to escape. Surely know he would kill her or at least order for her death? This had to be an interview, one that was forced. He's out of his mind if he thinks she'll be joining this place and its workers!

“Hello, Yurin, I am Doom, your new and only boss, as I just suggested I am the boss of this place. No one is higher authority than me. You will be assigned to a certain unit like all the rest.”

The boss teeth looked sharp, too sharp. He seriously could easily kill a pony with those teeth. He looked at her, he had a plan for sure. Yurin just knows it just from him staring into her eyes into her soul.

“What the buck is this place!? Why did I see a pony being dismembered, then decapitated!?”

Doom kept his smile, isn’t it obvious? Why does she think the pay is so high? There are other reasons, but he won’t get into them. They're not here to talk about economic proportions.

“Because that’s the job. We sell ponies parts for revenue, bits.”

Yurin wasn’t shocked to hear this. She guessed that was the case, but why are there so many units? They are killing too many ponies, at first she thought it was to harvest the organs of the corpses, but it seems she was wrong; a pony yelling like an animal being beaten was enough to prove the harvest is from the living ponies. That’s monstrous and evil. Why?

“You are out of your mind if you think I will work here!?”

Yurin was filled with rage anger. She won't damn her soul for this place. She didn’t forget what happened to her, the metal fans almost killing her, the lies she was told from Tristan, the screaming of the victims, and the way the employees were and sounded like. This place is evil and she will have no part in helping it.

“I heard that many times and proved to them many times why thinking you can defy me is fruitless.”

The magic disappeared that help Yurin in place, Doom was alrighty behind her chair, giving a chilling statement.

“I have no problem in sending you to be harvest; torture first of course. However I see potential in you Yurin. So young. So naive.”

Doom paced around the chair Yurin was in. Yurin got up, the chair sliding due to its wheels, hitting the door. It was clear it did not damage it. Doom was confident with proof this door is indestructible.

“Did you think that pathetic chair would even damage my door? I made it personally; so it won’t budge at all unless I open it. Not even from a nuke. Haha!”

Doom was confident, he did this so many times, many tried to fight, which he was prepared for. Many tried to run, but he was prepared for. What will this red pegasus choose? Yurin flew to the window, attempting to open it. The window was too strong to be opened. Just what the buck is this colt’s deal? Doom crossed his hoofs with a smirk on his face.

“The windows can’t be open, and they are-!”

Yurin hit the window, the window took no damage. They were made of something very durable, perhaps metal that was magically made see-through? Yurin grabbed the nearest object and threw it at the window, breaking the object, but not the window.

“Now you will pay for that. Sit back down in that chair before I make you wish you did.”

Doom’s eyes gave a death glare to Yurin, her heart pounded, she didn’t want to get hurt, and since the way all the other killers looked when he made his appearance, it’s best not to attempt to attack him. Yurin grabbed the chair and sat back down in it with hesitation. The leader hoofed her a document, it’s an application, that’s said at the bottom in red: "don’t ask what happens if you refuse to fill this out.” The warning gave Yurin chills. The red pegasus grabbed a pen and opened it with her mouth, she turned to the boss with a hateful look.

“Do you do this with all new employees?”

The boss pointed to the document. Yurin decided to start to fill it out, worried about what it really says, and forces. She better not take the time to read it, she has no choice but to sign it anyways but always good to know what you're signing. She had a difficult time attempting to sign it, her hoof shook with fear. She didn’t want to anger the boss, so she used her wings to sign the resume with clarity. The boss smiled at her reaction, but he can sense some planning as well as frustration. Whatever this red pegasus is planning, he's ready for it.

“I signed it, now where do I go from here?”

The boss thought of a way to make her understand how useless it was to think she could trick this facility. He had a devious plan. She's soo shaken up that the moment she'll think there's danger she'll react.

“Now you will-!”

Yurin instantly flew up. slshe didn’t trust him, he could have tried to kill her right after that sentence. She thought he was going to say die than kill her? He looked at her with confusion, but he truly expected for her to be jumpy, that’s why he was going to say die, so she would attempt to attack, but it seems she already guessed the ending herself. What an assumption predictable pegasus.

“Die.”

Yurin didn’t care for anything more than to escape and survive. She flew at Doom, who stood in his place; he pointed a hoof at her. She stopped, there wasn’t magic. How is he holding her in place then? She fought against his forces, but it was excessively strong, what exactly is he using to secure her in place?

“I could kill you right here.”

Doom grabbed a pen and walking towards her with a stoked look. Yurin’s eyes bulged, she was scared, what does he plan to do now, she didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready to die. She remembers what he said, “I could kill you right here.”

“What are you going to do with me? Are you going to *gulp* kill me or what!?”

Yurin asked, receiving a pen in her wing, he used his magic to push it through, blood started to pour onto the floor, Yurin screamed in pain as she tried to fight against his immeasurable forces but it was useless. She started to tear up from the pain. Doom took two steps back. He had a devious smirk on his face with a plan. She was suffering and learning, beautiful.

“I should think you understand not to defy me or this occupation, but you better say sorry, otherwise I won’t be reluctant to destroy that wing completely.”

Yurin’s eyes were streaming with tears, she was sorry, she only wish she didn’t have to say it. She only say it to stop the pain from continuing. The boss picked up the pen, crafting a cloth with magic and wiping the pen clean. Yurin’s heart dropped, all she could think of saying is sorry.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! *gasp!* don't do it again!!"

Doom walked towards the cup and placed the pen in it, before letting go of Yurin. The red pegasus fell to the ground. she got back up and felt her left wing. It won’t stop bleeding, she needed help for her wing, otherwise, necrosis would settle or she could bleed to death.

“Good to hear, now sit back down in the interview chair so we can finish.”

Yurin wanted her wing to be healed first, the fiery pain is almost unbearably, she wanted to scream due to the never ending burning stabbing sensations that pulsed through her cut through nerves. She can still move her wing fine. luckily he didn’t stab it through a bone, especially a joint otherwise she won't be able to move it. She wouldn’t dare to attempt to move it still due to the pain. Yurin knew not to speed this up, it would show weakness and he seems to discipline weakness and definitely defiance.

“I already filled out the application, so when’s the starting day?”

Doom smirked. So she finally decided to stop fighting or attempting to escape. Good thing she stopped crying; so many workers died because of that in the units because it annoyed their co-workers.

“I will assign you to unit 45. Be aware, that unit would tough you up; show respect, I don’t need a trainee dying on the first day.”

Yurin gulped. She was scared. They can kill each other? What is this, a prison? She almost giggled at the thought but was too horrifiedto do so. She attempted to reduce her fear that was rising by every moment.

“Where-is that.... Exactly?”

Yurin didn’t recall seeing unit 45; she saw the upper number units, like 100, 125, and so on. She would think it would be on the first floor. Does he have to let them know a newbie is starting off in their unit or do you just go in the unit and say it? She thought going in alone would be bad; these are killers, they're not employees; they might not like newcomers to their unit? They might attack or even worse kill her?

“I’ll have a trainer employee accompany you. He will be assigned to you temporarily. I believe you already know Tristan.

Doom gave Yurin a devious smiteful smirk.

"So that will be your guide for your first day.”

Yurin felt the tension. She hated Tristan now; he lied to her; he fooled her, he would have been a good friend. Regardless of him breaking up with her, she still was his friend. Doom smirked as Yurin face started to show remorse and anger. He knew why she got tense. It's ashame ponies would stab others so deerest to them in the back to save their own skin. Doom got up, disappearing from Yurin’s sight. He appeared behind her, unlocking the door for the trainer to arrive. He opened it, Tristan was there already, he’s quick at this. Most workers are speedy when the big boss calls; never want to be a second late. That one time a pegasus loss part of his right wing because of it.

“He will train you for today, make sure to follow instructions.”

Doom gave Yurin an inncoent smile. The boss indicated with a hoof to leave with Tristan. Yurin thought about hurting Tristan so bad. She got up with a little bit of animosity. She didn’t like the boss forceful orders or Tristan for lying to her; tricking her this place is a clothes/sewing factory. She walked out the door, stopping aside Tristan. The boss smiled at them once again, hopefully she will be a great, efficient worker. Otherwise, she would just be a pegasus to harvest. When the door shut, Tristan notice how Yurin looked, she seemed ready to attack him. He was just doing what he was told by the boss. If he didn’t he would be tortured to death.

“Why the buck did you lie to me! Where’s the medic in this wicked place!? Thi-this pain is so... ugh! Bad..."

Tristan felt a little bad for what he pulled Yurin into, but the boss created a picture that showed Yurin’s face, he’s chosen the correct pegasus, if not, he would surely be dead. Whether it was him or another colt it was destiny.

“I had no choice to lie if I didn’t-!”

Yurin slapped Tristan hard in the face; she left a red hoof mark on his left cheek. Tristan accepted the slap. He deserves it. Heck, if he was in her hoofs, he would have done the same. Tristan showed remorse, wiping his cheek for relief.

“What the buck do you mean you had to lie!?”

Tristan started walking down the metal stairs. Yurin hated those stairs. Yurin begrudgingly followed Tristan, still not done pestering him about her question. She walked aside from him, asking her question again. Tristan looked at her; he could tell she was sad, felt betrayed. Most new employees are after an interview with the boss. Due to how they mainly end up here. Some of course know what they are sighing up for.

“Can you at least take me to the medic, my vision is slightly becoming blurry!”

Yurin could still see, but if she doesn’t get patched up she'll lose sight of her surroundings; then the light would aggravate her; then she would pass out from blood loss. She held her wing with the hole in it, attempting to stop the blood. Tristan noticed Yurin holding her wing. The sigh was heartbreaking for him. She didn't deserve this. She was a generous kind hearted pegasus. Doom is a monster for this.

“Fine... Follow me to the medic.”

Tristan gave in, he knew she needed medical attention. What the buck did she do to have the leader stab her? With what cause he doesn't seem to be a knife wound? She probably attempted to attack him or leave. Maybe even insulted him? No, he wouldn't have done that from an insult. Whatever the reason is, she didn’t deserve it. The two made it all the way downstairs, Tristan Turing behind the staircase, Yurin following him. They have a medic downstairs. If a worker gets stabbed upstairs, it’s not like it’s going to matter... They would j how much distance there is. They would just die due to their injury. Some workers were pulling creates out of their unit. Yurin didn’t want to imagine what’s in those crates, but she’s sure she’ll find out. The two arrived at a door, the top was white and the bottom was black. Yurin noticed a sign saying: “enter if you need a repair, the pain would be too much to bear.

"Is that sign legit what it says or is it a way to discourage workers from coming here, making them deal with their injuries themselves?”

Tristan laughed, he thought the sign would scare her; it did it to him his first time seeing it. Tristan could lie, possibly scaring her from entering and learning to patch up her first on-the-job injury? This would prove to the units that she isn't a pathetic... beautiful mare.

“This is the medic, and some part of the sign is true.Honesty, it depends if you get on the nurse’s bad side? She once gave a pegasus a shot in his wings that caused unbearable pain. He screamed at first. I heard it from my unit; I checked to see what was going on and saw the pegasus. I was able to identify him. Later I went to consult the pegasus. I later fimd out he made a bad compliment to the nurse; causing him to earn a shot no pony wants to receive. He couldn’t move his wing for a while. He still was patched up of his major injuries.

Yurin didn’t want to go into the medic. She knows Tristan ain’t lying. The look in his eyes was too real. She better be nice to the nurse. Wait wouldn't she be a doctor then?

“So-so what did he say exactly?”

Yurin stuttered with fear. She wanted to know if there’s a way she to get on the nurse’s good perspective. She didn’t want to piss her off.

“I don’t know. let’s... Just say it was rude manners.”

Yurin wasn’t the rude type, she is always nice, caring, and loving, especially beautiful. What is Tristan saying...? Her family she would never give up for the Equestria. Possibly he told the nurse she’s fat? She hasn’t seen the nurse yet, so she couldn’t assume that’s what he said. Yurin slowly raised a hoof to knock on the door, her hoof was shaking in fear. Yurin didn’t want to enrage the nurse. Her wing still burning due to its penetrating wound. Tristan sighed and knocked on the nurse’s door quickly. Yurin put her hoof down quickly, not wanting to be blamed for that fast unpleasant banging. The nurse opened the door. She looked a little annoyed by the knocking. Tristan was not gentle. Hopefully Yurin doesn't have to face her wrath. The nurse knew exactly who did knocking... Tristan.

“Tristan, I assume you would like another stinging needle?”

The nurse’s devious smile frightened Yurin. Trustan gave the nurse a smirk. The nurse then turned to the frightened red pegasus with a smile. The sign seemed to get to her; that means most likely she’ll be polite. Otherwise, she will feel the burn like Tristan will next time he goes to the nurse.

“Hahaha, no thanks. She was too scared to knock on your door.”

Yurin felt insulted. She was scared but didn’t want to admit it.

“I wasn’t that scared.”

Tristan laughed. Her hoof shacking was proof of her fear. When she gets the needle as a test of endurance; she won’t be anymore. Pain comes with fear and if you can tolerate it... then you have no fear.

“Then why was your hoof shacking then, Hmm...?”

Yurin wanted to slap Tristan again but she couldn’t, he was right. and she can’t harm ponies that are right about things. Yurin smiled in pain. The res pegasus was ready to explain why she’s there, but Tristan already decided to speak in for her. He was blunt. The nurse felt bad for the red pegasus. She wanted to know her name. Yurin looked to be the friendly type in her eyes. She looked a little young to be working in this place. Out of all the workers the nurse has patched up she had to be the youngest; after all, they don’t make fillies into workers. They instead just use them as a harvest; parents in certain towns would pay everything they have to save their foals life. This place is cruel and messed up.

“What’s your name dear?”

The nurse asked with a smile; the smile felt creepy, but Yurin assumed it was her normal smile. Some part of Yurin felt like the nurse have to follow certain rulings; otherwise, she could be disciplined. No not normal rules that a nurse would fallow she means rules of this place.

“My-my name is Yurin.”

The nurse smiled at the scared pegasus. That name was a name to remeber. She has to memorize all workers’ names, it’s what she has to do.

“Oh my! What happened to your wing?”

Tristan holds a hoof up to his mouth; he feels he knows, but he’ll keep quiet. Yurin recalled the events that transpired. She didn’t like reliving the events or the feeling that come with it. She might go to the police after she’s done working.

(”Wait, are ponies allowed to leave!? I mean normal employees go home for today can I do that?”)

Yurin started panicking. She needed to know. place was beyond unpleasant. The cruelty here. The wickedness. Especially the boss hurting her the way he did. How many other ponies did he employ like that!? She would never forget the anguish she felt from that moment. If she has the ability... She'll make him pay!

“Well, Tristan wait out here, she’ll be out when I’m finished patching her left-wing up.”

Tristan nodded and made his way to the seat the nurse indicated him to sit in. He kicked his rear hooves back and forth, clearly bored. Yurin walked inside the nurse office, the door shutting behind her and the nurse.

“How did this happen to your wing? I haven’t seen you around here before, so you must be new, so...?”

Yurin felt she could tell the truth to the nurse. Despite what Tristan told her and that warning sign outside on the door, she seems to be nice and trusting. What’s with that spooky sign phase then?

“I tell you, but is there a reason and truth for that sign in your window?”

The nurse patted on the bed. Yurin got the idea as she had been through this in school. She remembered falling in the playground as a filly. She was still learning how to flap her wings and keep herself up with the wind. She steering herself so she will not bump into or crash into anything and that was the first time she started flying. Yurin grew a slight smile on her face. The nurse notice this and decided to ask why she smiled. Nothing great about her injuries.

“It’s because I remembered when I went to the nurse in school. I didn’t even know how to flap my wings yet. Because of that, I fell from
a high height in the playground. This caused me to receive a cutting friction wound.”

The nurse smiled, she remembered her school life also. No pony never forgets the time they went to school and didn't have to face the real world. The nurse pulled metal scissors from her desk with heavy-duty bandages. After the nurse estimated the severity of the damage to the wing; seemed like something went through it. Hopefully nothing went theough her flexor alae major. Could her injuries be why Yurin brought up what happened to her at the playground? Did she receive simlair injuries there? The nurse made sure to grab the stitches, she knew they would indefinitely be needed for this operation. The nurse put all the medical supplies she grabbed into a metal case, shutting it fast and making her way to Yurin. The red pegasus already held the wing off the bed. The nurse didn’t like that she did that but understood she was in pain. Now she had to mop the floor thoroughly. She absolved the pegasus of making her floor a mess. The nurse grabbed a table that had medical papers on it.

“Put your injured wing on this.”

The nurse said politely. Yurin did what was asked. The coldness bothered the sensitive wing, but Yurin knew she had to withstand it. She notice what the nurse was carrying. Yurin knew this was going to hurt, the wound would require stables or stitches. Yurin hoped she would be numbed before the procedure. She still could help but grunt from the pain.

“I’m going to be numbed for this right nurse?”

Yurin asked, feeling like the nurse is going to deny the suggestion to be numbed due to the sign on her door.

“I hate to tell you, but I am not allowed to numb wounds at all. I would love to cause I don't like seeing good ponies in pain. The reason is to prove toughness and endurance.”

Yurin’s eyes dilated. What the heck does the nurse mean? This has to be illegal, this whole facility is illegal. Yurin knew she had no choice to be patched up. Yurin’s vision was scabbing away. Her head felt a little light. She prepared for the incoming pain. She heard the nurse take out the equipment. The sound of metal and cabnients closing as she did. She knew the pain was coming. She hated pain. She remembers having a splinter; this is going to be worse than that. The nurse prepared the stitches, takingbher time not to forget a essential tool. She was ready to start the procedureon Yurin. The nurse felt bad for Yurin, she didn’t want to cause her pain by patching her up. She wasn’t as rude or cold-hearted as the other workers. Yurin, unlike the rest of this organization, seem to care about lives. She definitely had manners. The nurse shook her head with frustration that this could happen to such an innocent soul. She began to make her way over to Yurin. The hoof steps frightened Yurin little by little as they approched her direction. She mentally prepared for the pain as she closed her eyes.

“I am very sorry I can’t numb you, I did it for one worker and paid a heavy punishment. Celestia, I am sorry, I try not to make it hurt as much as possible.

The nurse felt bad, but remembering what Doom made her do was heartless, he’s a monster with no conscience. His ability to judge is immoral.

“I know this probably is going to be the painful thing I ever experienced, but I have no choice to. M-my vision is going blurry. As for my wing... I hardly feel it.”

The nurse was at the side, the first thing she needed to do is sterilize the wing.

“This is going to hurt so much, but please stay still young pegasus.”

The nurse asked politely with sympathy. She knew this pegasus pain tolerance was low. The way she acted, the purity she represented, she didn’t want to do this job, but as most of the workers, they are forced. The nurse poured the sterilizing solution onto a napkin, she then placed it over the slowly bleeding pen hole on Yurin’s wing.

“You ready.”

Yurin bit her lip, preparing for the pain. Her mother had done this to her before when she scraped her knee flying home; her landing wasn’t precise, so she almost fell, scraping her knee. Yurin knew well this was going to sting and burn way worse than that. The nursed placed the napkin over her wing, rubbing slowly. The pain was agonizing, but Yurin withheld her screams and movement, her wing still twitched uncontrollably. She tried her best to control it, but her nerves seems to have justification for this. The nurse didn’t get annoyed. She knew the wing had it own nerves that has it own responsive to pain and pleasure. Some pegasus doesn’t respond to pain at all, but this could be because of other complications. The nurse stopped and placed the napkin onto the tray, Yurin’s eyes were watery. She did it. She only wishes the rest of this was over. She knew what is to come is going to hurt way more.

“Sorry if my twitching messed you up. Ugh, I can-can't control it."

Yurin still felt the torment sting sensation throughout the injuried wing. It was like her nerves was firing at the speed of sound. The nurse smiled.

“Don’t worry you polite mind, now... I hope you are ready for the next step. I will warn you, this will hurt a lot.”

Yurin smirked at the nurse. she thought she looked like her mother at that moment. It was this nurse expression that showed. She almost laughed, but she knew the time is not for laughter, it’s time to be patched up. Yurin grabbed the bed, squeezing it hard, the pain she currently felt was stinging and burning.
The nurse felt worse for having not to numb her.

(”Only one day when a hero shows up and stops Doom. Until that ever happens, we are all forced to work here.”)

The nurse thought to herself, she didn’t like doing this job by force. She’s forced to help monsters, ponies in her mind that deserve pain and atonement for their wicked crimes. If she could escape, she indefinitely would. Workers are allowed to leave, but they know they are being watched at every moment somehow. Doom proved that by explaining to the worker why they were late by minutes or seconds. The nurse grabbed the equipment for the stitches, preparing it.

“Are you ready Mrs. Yurin?”

The nurse asked with a frown. Yurin replied with a silent yes. The nurse started the procedure, waves of pain flew through Yurin’s mind. Egery single stitch felt like a hot nail. Yurin’s eyes began to water from the seething pain. She was on the urge to yell from the pain. It was almost intolerable. The nurse was fast, she didn’t want to cause slow anguish on the poor pegasus. The nurse finished the front, now she needed to stabilize it, then proceed with the back of the wing. She assumed it was a writing utensil that caused the wound. If so, she’s glad she cleaned the wound thoroughly.

“Alright, now it’s time for the stables.”

The nurse told the red pegasus, Yurin’s eye bulged, she didn’t expect stables to be used.

“Do you have to use stables? I mean is it necessary? I regret if I’m being rude.”

The nurse smiled. Of course not. Why is this pegasus so afraid of her?

“I recommend at least a small portion of stables, especially working in this establishment. We wouldn’t want the wound to be accidentally reopened now and get infected do we?”

The white earth pony said with a smile. Yurin sighed with acceptance. She will probably scream this time. The stables were prepared, ready to be used for the procedure. The box sound hitting the counter then metal tray made the expirence more nerve racking

Yurin closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She knew this was going to be sharp and stingy. She extended her still burning wing, allowing the nurse get a good look at it. The nurse hooves was gentle and showed care by caressing the wing. The nurse analyzed the wound more, she was doing so when she was disinfecting it but this time she has a closer view and primarily objectice is to patch up the wound. The nurse finished the analysis, she was ready. The wing needed 2-3 stables. The nurse rolled a chair over and sat in it. She grabbed the wing causing waves of pain to shoot through Yurin’s mind. The shuttering didn't go unnoticed by the nurse. Wings are one of the most sensitive parts of a pegasus. The first stable went in, Yurin felt it stabled into the wing in slow motion. The pain was simple described but complex felt. It hurt, badly, like nothing she experienced felt worse than this. Yurin screamed in agony. The nurse felt awful, she hurried and stabled it again. Waves of pain coursed through Yurin’s wing, up her spine and to her brain. The wound looking a little patched up. Yurin’s rear hooves kicked from the pain. The nurse was still focused, adding one more stable to the wing before putting the tool down on the metal tray. Yurin had tears in her eyes. Yurin closed her eyes as the stable went in, this time she was prepared for the pain, she took a deep breath, hoping for it to be done. The boss of this place. Ohh... he needs to be punished for this. Yurin turned the pain into rage and directed at the boss of the occupation.

“Is-are are done yet?”

The nurse smiled. They are done with one side, but she has another side needs to be tended to.

“Glad to see us done with one side. Are-!”

Yurin’s eyes bulged, no, no, no! She didn’t want to go through that pain again. She would have to be held down for it. Otherwise she would submit to the pain, jerking around because of it.

“One side!? *gulp!* I assume we have to do the same thing to the other!?”

Yurin was upset and angry. She wasn’t trying to direct it towards the nurse. The nurse is only trying to help her and cause as less pain as possible. She must’ve forgotten the nurse rules. She could be mean and deliver punishment of the nurse wanted to. If you were in an actual hospital then this would guarantee be against the law.

“I’m afraid so my young pegasus. After this we could talk about whatever you want? Okay...?

The nurse knew Yurin wanted answers to this facility. What do they do here? Why do they do it? Can you have other jobs? Yurin rolled her eyes. She was frustrated and still in agony.

“I’m not mad at you. I'm mostly mad at the boss here for injuring me and threatening me. I want to make him-!”

The nurse put a hoof over Yurin’s mouth. Looking back at a camera then back at Yurin.

"Shh... He can hear you not matter where."

Yurin was annoyed by the way she was spoken to. There's no way that camera could pick up their conversations right? It was like she was a dog in a vet; one that is disposal if not listen to its master. She studied hard to graduate high school with high grades, and now she could just be disposed of like none of that status matter if she left or fallow rules? The boss is a monster.

“Yeah, that’s Doom’s style. I know some things about him. I could share them with you if you’re interested? I can only share things that probably wouldn't upset him."

The nurse finished adding stables to the gun, putting it down on the tray gently.

“Um... How are you going to do the same action to the bottom of my wing if I can’t turn it 180°?”

The nurse smiled. This wasn’t the first time she had to fix the back of a pegasus’s wing. The first time was a disaster, but as you.kbow pratice makes perfect. After she consulted with a manager of this floor, who then went to Doom. The boss crafted a table just for this.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.”

The nurse walked towards the closest; opening it. She always love seeing organized equipment; it’s required by the law of Equestrian to have equipment easy to reach. Always neat and ready to use. This place doesn’t follow any laws. The manager told her don’t worry about it. If they’re that injured, then they are dumb and worthless. She thinks of ponies another way. The nurse grabbed the table, pulling it over. She told Yurin to move her wing. Yurin complied. After placing it on the black, red, and white table. The legs of the table had a skull, each looked like souls were coming out of its dead eyes. The tables were soft and easy to access. The nurse pressed a button, allowing her to push the wing upwards. Yurin felt the burning pain once again, but she pushed through. If she was honest. This wasn’t a normal table, the table has lots of gadgets and buttons to it. The nurse pressed another button, pulling apart the table where the wing was; precisely the middle part where the weight was; only half was pulled apart; as it’s designed to deal with pegasus’ wings. The nurse watched as it did its thing. This was truly amazing. Only if the boss would patent it to public hospitals? She grabbed another wipe, pouring disinfectant onto it. She began to wipe the wound; sending waves of burning, stinging pain through Yurin’s mind and cause her to gasp and bite her lip. Yurin wanted to faint, but didn’t. She couldn’t, only a little more pain she told herself. The nurse finished; grabbing the sewing equipment, setting it up with new medical thread. The nurse began to stitch. Yurin muffling loudly as each poke and stab accumulated on top of the pain she felt. It felt like minutes for Yurin, but this process was only about 30 seconds. The nurse finished, grabbing the stable gun. Yurin wanted time to rest before that part.

“May- Ow! May I please have a moment before we continue?”

The nurse accepted the request. Yurin remember some questions she had, she assumed she could ask them now. She knew her tone would have pain in it. The nurse can see the shaking Yurin was doing.

“What is this place exactly? Do workers fight or kill each other here?”

Yurin asked; waiting anxiously for an answer. The nurse thought of a way to reply to such a question. To bystanders, frankly and simply it would freak them out bluntly. To the workers, well... They already do the tasks so they aren't surprised.

“This place is called the Organizations Of Killers and yes, workers here, if you want to call them that and not killers or murderers?”

Yurin’s heart felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest. She was terrified of this place. She accumulated this emotion from what she saw the workers doing through their units’ windows. She didn’t want to die. This wasn’t what she signed up for. Certainly, her mother and father would become suspicious of the wages here it’s too much to be a sinple clother maker. The nurse grabbed the gun, ready to start stabling.

“Are you ready now Mrs. Yurin?”

The nurse asked once again, giving the pegasus an innocent smile. Yurin knew she wasn’t all that innocent working here. Perhaps she was forced to work here also? The pegasus clenched both hoofs, preparing for the pain.

“I’m ready, continue.”

Yurin wanted this operation done. She will never forget the generosity of this nurse. What is her name anyway? The nurse continued the procedure. It was still tricky stabling the bottom of the wing, especially if you're not trying to cause pain to the pegasus, but this crafty table makes the job a lot easier. The nurse started stabling the bottom of the injuried wing. Yurin gasped in pain, her hoofs squeezing tighter and against the paper on the operation bed. The nurse added the final stables. The stable went into the flesh, into one of the nerves. Waves of pain was sent throughout the pegasus nervous system. Yurin squeezed her hoofs as hard as she could, letting go when the pain slithered away. The nurse grabbed the heavy-duty gauze bandages, bandaging the wing up in it. She did the upper side first, letting the bandages go through the hole of the table where she would then grab it, wrapping it over the wound again. She repeated this process 5 times before stopping. The nurse then quickly stable the bandages together; making sure they won’t remove during working.

“Are-are we finished yet?”

Yurin felt mentally fatigued from the operation and pain, but she was absolutely glad the operation was successful and over. Well at least she thought.

“Yes, you may get up now, but try not to move your wing too fast.”

Yurin got up, slowly moving her wing; there was a tight feeling to it, a feeling that gets painful the more it’s moved. Yurin thanked the nurse. The nurse appreciate the gesture; most of the workers would tell her, it’s the least she could do or next time be faster; you suck at your job and more stuff similar to that. Yurin’s hoofs touched the ground. She then walked next to the nurse, turning to her, ready to ask more questions. The nurse was a tiny bit surprised she was able to close her wings. Guess she does do a great job at her job. Screw the bucking colt that said otherwise!

“How did you start this job in this facility?”

Yurin thought she might’ve been tricked in another way; forced against her will to work here, or just decided to for the high pay. The nurse looked at Yurin with a sad grin. She usually doesn’t tell patients how she was brought here, but for her, she makes an exception. The nurse never was asked such a question with compassion and concern. Frankly normally workers never asked her. That was mainly cause they didn't give one hide and looked at her as a low rank due to her basically being a 'healer.

“Well, most of the workers here usually aren’t talkative about how they started and they don’t normally care how their co-worker started, unless they are new, then they would ask to see if they are alone. I assure you, you’re not.”

The nurse had a smile on her face. She knew why Yurin would ask such a question. Yurin actually did care about the nurse. She didn’t seem like a monster. This must conclude she was brought here against her wishes.

“I didn’t think I was, well... Some part of me did.”

Yurin looked embarrassed, the nurse was partly correct, but she wanted to know because of curiosity. Yurin smirked.

“I wanted to know because I was curious and wondered if you fell into their trap.”

Yurin thought back with nostalgia. She felt stupid once again for listening to a certain pegasus she trusted. She should’ve listened to her mothe.

“Fine, I will unwrap the bandages that reveal the scar left from this establishment.”

Yurin walked aside the nurse. Turning her head to the nurse. She had a curious expression. She also had empathy at the same time. The nurse didn’t seem to be happy mentioning how she was brought here. It must be the worse. The nurse took in a deep breath, then exhaled and sighed.

“Alright, I was brought here by the boss.”

Neva just arrived home from work. She was a nurse at Canterlot, or at peast what would be Canterlot later on in the future. Her job was fun and paying. Neva loved the other employees there. They all worked together. Neva remembers a team effort to save a pony. He was choking and needed CPR. She stopped him from choking, while the doctors performed CPR. The defibrillator was brought in to shock him back. It’s really impressive how Pony’s anatomy works. His body still tried to get the food up and out, even when he’s unconscious. Neva decided to make herself some food. Her house was a large one, but not the largest. Neva was in the kitchen, chopping onions, peppers, adding them to the stew. She was planning on making spicy noodle stew. She sang to herself. It was a song she came up with at work. One that raises the patients’ hopes, putting a smile on their faces.

“A lovely song, but no pony should feel the safety of their own homes, or at hospitals. They won’t save them from the inevitable.”

Neva’s eyes shot open with fear. Who was saying that? Who’s listening to her sing? How did they get into her home? Is this a intruder? Are they a threat?

“Who’s there!? Show yourself!”

The nurse commanded, thinking it was an enemy she had back in medical school. She quickly pushed this out of her mind. He didn’t sound like that. The vibration of the vocal cords, the devious in the tone. Either this was physiological revenge or somepony else was actually watching her with nefarious intentions.

“I will... Neva.... I have a request for you to accept with no hesitation.”

The voice deviously spo,e once again. What job would this psycho desire? Does he plan to harm her if she denied the job offered to her? Neva thought of grabbing a knife, but refused. She saves ponies, not kill or harm them. She added the rest of the ingredients to the stew before walking out of the kitchen, searching for the colt responsible for the voice. Is she going mad? She sure she wasn't? That it she's seeing a therapist about this if there's no colt anyway in her home. She looked under couches, blankets, in curtains; she search all the rooms, not finding the colt. She was immensely creeped out. The voice snickered as she searched, the tone becoming more menacing as she searched. This can not be her nefarious thoughts can it? It's sounds way... to real...

“You will not see me unless I want you to, but judging how you’re responding; I guess you might as well just be rotten hide.”

Neva had enough, she saves ponies, but this colt intended to harm her, she walked to the kitchen, acted as if she was searching for the colt still. When she walked pass the dishes, she swiftly grabbed a knife and held it at her chest, pointing forward. The voice chuckled deviously, getting louder as she becamemore desperate.

“Weapons can’t hurt me, no pony can kill me, keep this nonsense up and your life will be mine.”

Neva’s face turned to anger and determination. She thought about escaping, but decided not to. This was her home, she ain’t leaving because of some psycho. She will defend her home, taking this psycho to the hospital, then to the mental ward for mental help.

“Get out of my house you creep!”

The voice laughed once mote. He was no creep. He is far worse. You can’t be a creep when you’re inevitable. The stew flew, making a hot mess in the kitchen. Neva turned her attention to the hot mess. Who the buck is there? Now she's going to half to make her dinner all over once again. Who is attacking her phycology? She yelled at the colt in anger. After hearing herself outlook she started to think this was all in her mind. Surely if not the voice would be so close to her she could feel the breath but it wasn't.

“I know you did that, where the buck are you hiding!?”

The nurse commanded an answer. She called him a creep once again.

“Did you try the couch in the living room again? I’m sitting in it waiting...”

The voice deviously informed the shocked nurse. The nurse wasted no time running to the living room. She saw the chair he was in. In it was a black colt woth purple eyes. The mane and tail was kept short and black. For some reason something seemed odd and godly about it. The texture was like a ruler of Equestria. Was he the kings little brother? Something seemed odd about that couch. It's now... It’s black, and hovering, one the sides was skulls. Why change her living room furniture? The chair turned around, in it was a black unicorn with purple eyes, they looked evil, like to install the fear into the one being stared at. She saw part of him from the side before but uf we're going off biology he doesn't have any resemblance to the king or queen. His legs were crossed, he had a devious smile. The black colt's teeth seemed very sharp. She was a nurse, and she can say pony anatomy doesn’t explain those teeth; sure they might be some awkward teeth maybe a genetic mutation but this doesn't seem likely. The quantity is different as well. His teeth were defying pony anatomy and she doesn't know exactly the defect he's suffering from.

“Hello... Nurse Neva. I have a proposition for you, look on the wooden table.

The colt chuckled. Neva’s eyes slowly decended down at the table, seeing papers. It was like a resume, but instead, it’s done at your own home? Neva saw some of it, it’s like a force-to-work resume. She didn’t like that one bit, he’s in her home, basically threatening her; commanding her work she has no clue about and probably not about her passion. She assumed he was the employer by his actions and attitude. She hadn’t forgotten he also stalked and creeped her out. She is also the one with a weapon, so she refuses to sign for a stranger she doesn’t know.

“I will not sign it. sorry! Now get out of my home!”

Neva commanded in anger and confidence. She knew she could make him leave. He might have magic she never seen before but she has the will; the skill to save ponies, including him. She wants to get him evaluated for being a creepy psychopath. The unicorn watched Neva as she slowly stepped towards him. The black unicorn watched her movements, already having an idea what she might do. Truthfully he felt no intimation at all. She has no clue what she’s about to try. Guess she'll learn the hard way.

“Last warning. Leave unscathed and traumatized. Get out of my house!"

The unicorn felt no threat. She can yell all she wanted, she can threaten all she wants; he will stay; not moving an inch. The black unicorn up,l. Neva felt he was about to attack her. She didn’t see any weapon on him besides maybe those teeth. She aimed for the knee, attempting to stab him in it to incapacitate him. She knows the anatomy of a pony so she knows how to take out their physical capabilities of walking. She would regret and feel remorse for this. She isn’t the type to fight or harm ponies. She had to make sure she doesn’t hit an artery. Even if he attempts to kill her she won't do the same for him. She just wanted to make him unable to harm her. Neva knew his magic would still be an issue, but if his mind is on the wound, then he wouldn’t think to use his magic as retaliation against her, he would try to use it to better the wound or just be distracted and hopefully pass out from the infliction. The pain that would race through his mind. The black colt smirked before dematerializing, appearing behind her. She turned Swiftly to see him grinning.

“I’m ready for my check-up nurse Neva...”

Neva felt a shiver down her spine as she saw a ghost. He knew she was a nurse, but she never meet him or heard of him. Tartarus, she doesn’t know his name. That gouhl turned into for a brief moment into one of her patients she lost. She attacked him again, this time angered that he would make fun of that poor lost colt's soul. The unicorn grabbed the hoof with the knife, stopping the momentum. He used his other hoof to levitate her into the air. Neva dropped the knife after the colt twisted her hoof, spraining it. He moved the nurse over the wooden table.

“Let me he-THE BUCK!?"

She saw him pick up the knife, stabbing it into the table, handle down, vertically facing up. It was underneath her. What was he plannin? He's going to drop her onto the knife!? Neva’s heart raced as she fought against the restraint, feeling the pressure increase with each movement. He wasn’t doing it, she was frightened. She wasn’t ready to die yet. The patients, her friends and most of all her accomplishments up to this point that gave her all of it. She started to breath faster, the pressure almost making breathing impossible.

“Please... Put me down! No-not on that knife please! I can... HELP YOU!"

“I would if you want to die? Now you listen to me you mortal mare... You will sign this resume.”

The colt moved her closer to the table, the knife becoming more menacing with each unit of measurement passed. She shouted help but realized it echoed off the walls. Her cries would only stay in her home. This was a spell they use in rooms to keep ponies who are mentally sick from disturbing the other patients. Nopony would know about this because it’s night. Neva’s at his mercy. She started to give in.

“Can you tell me-what organization am-I applying for? Then... I'll SIGN it!"

Neva stuttered in fear, she didn’t want to die, her fear came closer to her chest by the seconds. The knife was in her fur, she felt the metal of the blade, it was cold. She realized his magic disappeared from it; the knife seemed more sharper, way too sharp for cutting food or anything. It was like it was sharpened to cut into ponies. Her heartbeat was 5 times the normal rate. She was hyperventilating. She started to sob in fear as the knife punctured the chest. It wasn’t in deep, but enough to draw blood. The pain flooded her mind, she knew she had no choice to read the resume.

“FINE! FINE! I’ll sign it, please don’t kill me!”

The colt smiled at the nurse, creating a chair from nothing and sitting in it; the entire room shifted into what looks to be an office. The table and knife were gone, but the other rooms didn’t change, just the living room and the doors to the other rooms. The windows were gone, and it's definitely not natural magic. What is he? He didn’t use magic for this, his horn never glow. Neva dropped to the ground feeling a breeze of relief. The colt gave her a cold glare that sent chills down her spine. She got up, hesitation in her hoof. She reluctantly grabbed the pen and signed the documents.

“Do you like my office?” I wasn’t going to show you all details, just enough. I review the papers after you’ve filled them out.”

Neva thought about escaping and getting the authorities. This is illegal, that was an attempt of murder; if she would've felll she wouldn't had her myocardial punctured and possibly throughthe heart. This is forced employment, he threatened her. Not to mention harassed her and gave her dwar of bodily injury. She kept her eyes on him. The black colt was reviewing the room he created. His eyes locked onto her’s. Neva quickly turned them back to the resume. She was done. Sbe also read a ton of information by skimming. He belongs in a cell with all his probably corrupted employees following.

“I know you’re finished Neva. Don’t you try planning anything or I’ll make sure your heart won’t make another beat. Am I dark clear?”

Neva turned around with the papers in her hoofs and her eyes close in acceptance. Her hooves were shaking profusely, the same for her rear hooves as she made her way towards him. She nearly tripped over a pen with a skull on it. Sh freaked out before regaining her composure, hoofing over the papers to her future employer. He used his magic to review it instantly. He smiled.

“All is right, you live alone. Your mother has passed away, and father a guard, you have one sister and no brothers. You’re-!”

Neva was shocked and scared for her family. How does he know all this? Where did he get this information from? Who is he? She had terror on her face along with anguish. She grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood, attempting to use the tissues as a bandage. The colt laughed and healed her.

“One, how do you know my family!? Two! Who are you!? Three! Who are you!? I saw you use no magic from your horn, so how did you make me float!? How did you heal me with perfect precision? Most unicorns struggle to learn such a spell at that mastery.”

The colt sighed. He will not answer all her future questions, but these he will. Kinda dumb she asked the same questiontwice but true fear amd stuttering does cause that. He sincerely smiled.

“I know your family. It’s in your records, and I am your new boss.”

The colt deviously explained. Neva stared at him, waiting for what’s next. She can’t fight him or trick him as it seems, so she would have to wait for his actions. She wanted to try, but if she failed, he will end her life this time no doubt and possiblyher families?

“Okay... Where is this place I applied for?”

Neva asked with a curious smile. The colt crossed his hoofs, sitting in a chair, leaning back as he kicked two hoofs up on the table that just appeared. It had black skulls on it. The skulls having crimson eyes with blood pouring from it. To say the least Neva was creeped out. She hoped he would change her home back to its original shape. She didn’t want to remove the new unwanted furniture even though she did. It was too creepy. If the authorities came... They would charge her with murder because of the small portion of bloodstains. At first, she thought she might drown but realized the blood was exciting a hole under the rug that was not there before no doubt. The rug also creeped her out. Everything must have skulls, referencing some type of death she assumed.

“It’s in by an old town, Northeast. Go up north approximately 500 hoof steps, then east 289. You should be able to catch the facility with your eyes when you’re approaching from the north.”

Neva repeated the sentence in her head, imagining a town she would go northeast from. She will make sure to bring her compass with her. What old town though, where is that at exactly?

“Um... Where is this old town? What is the name of it?”

The colt kept his position, closing his eye before responding.

“The old town is approximately 1000 hoof steps from here; 500 to the east, then 500 to the north. This will be a far walk every day for you. I suggest moving, and make sure to quit your career as a nurse at ponies’ Health.”

Neva’s anger grew as well as her agitation. How dare he commands her to leave a job that was her passion, not to mention her friends for this corruption. She had a feeling he would make her do this since he’s now her boss. She stood tall, staring down the colt.

“I will not quit my job! I don’t care if the pay at your establishment is more, you will not rip me away from my passion or FRIENDS!”

Neva wasn’t going to be threatened to throw her certifications away and work as a Celestia knows what. The colt had a devious smile on his face. He usually never threatens ponies, no, he does more than just that. There’s a reason why he’s feared by all employees.

“Now, Neva.... Who told you I was ripping you from your passion? Sure I am taking you from your longed loved friends like Demena, but friends are irrelevant to your success in life.”

Neva’s anger grew ever more as well as fear. Has he been stalking her? What is his true origin? Neva was knowledgeable. She knew he's a colt of knowledge himself. If she did perhaps arrest him she would probably still have problems especially with his employees. Trouble meet her the moment he arrived. Nevq didn’t want to anger him. He nearly killed her last time she did. Neva sighed, the colt crossing two of his rear hoofs that were on the table as if it was a kick stand.

“What do you mean, do you have a department that needs a nurse? And you’re wrong.”

Neva formally replied. The colt felt respected, most would tell him no, fight him, deny him and die as a result. Someponies were so stubborn. Therefore... Those who didn't acknowledge their superior were executed. The colt kept his crooked smile.

“I do need a nurse and there’s such a department for that. Wrong about what death-defying mortal?”

The colt eyes locked on to Neva’s, sending chills down her spine. She felt courage flowing through her. She was ready to confront his wrongdoings regardless of how he responds.

“You’re wrong about friendship. Friends don’t make life intolerable. They make it fun, enjoyable and fill you with joy. They help you when you’re in a bad spot. They care about you. They will never let you stay in a bad spot for long. Friends save lives. You should befriend ponies instead of making them coward in fear!”

The colt kept a smirk on his face; it turned to an expression like he already heard this speech before. He closed his eyes then reopened with calmness. He had some advice to give.

“I have better advice Neva. I acknowledge your friendship with your friendship history. Although you're right however just keep in mind they are the first ones that can stab you in the back with all they know about you. Theu can betray you instantly without a second remorseful thought and thuse become your enemy with all your deep dark secrets.”

Neva watched as the room shaping back to its normal shape, the chair melting and disappearing like dandelions blowing into the flowery field. The colt was gone. This gave Neva a fearful anxious feeling. She didn’t know if he was still stalking her or he actually left. She can’t forget what he told her. She can now go to the police, but she didn’t want anypony to get hurt or die from him; he truly seemed like some sort of monster or entity. Would going to the police really be a good idea? She will stay quiet for now, taking a chance to scout him and his facility. Once she does that, she can give the knowledge to them; giving them the information to properly take down the establishment and arrest the employees, shut down the establishment and have that boss arrested. She recalled the directions, making sure to remember them; if she didn’t then she felt like he would come back and kill her like he almost just did.

“So... What happened next?”

Yurin was sitting in the chair she pulled out, her hooves crossed. She couldn’t close the injured wing yet, she had to leave it open; this feeling bothered her little by little. She wanted to close it but the pain would stop her. She guessed when it heals she’ll be able to close it. Neva sighed. Yurin could inference what happens next. It is simple. She'll goes to the facility as told; not being late.

“I go to the facility as told, making sure not to be late. otherwise the punishment would be serve. I knew it.

Yurin thought about going to the police. Why didn’t Neva go to the cops?

“You didn’t go to the police?”

Neva has a faint smile. She wanted to but hadn’t for her family and friends safety. It’s not like he could injury the authorities right? With how many employees he had, she knew there will be a whole lot of deaths and murders. From her friends and family.

“No, you saw how many workers are here? They will kill the policeand me next. I don’t want to initiate that. If the authorities fail, I would face punishment never seen before. A certian henious death."

Yurin thought to herself. She didn’t want nopony to get hurt, but if they do win, they would stop murders from happening. They would save a lot more ponies then a lot more ponies and serve justice. You save more lives than you do ending. The nurse has a point, she didn’t want to be personally tortured and targeted for being a rat; this frightened her to her core.

“I mean you could save more lives by ending a couple. If we lose then I guess we tried to save Equestria.”

Yurin got up, standing on all four hooves. The nurse closed her eyes in grief, she wanted to but can’t stop the thought of ponies dying because of her. She will always save them if she can. There’s never a reason for a life to be stolen.

“You’re right Yurin, but there’s never are a reason to take a pony’s life. I don’t want to do that by having to save lives. If telling the authorities will get some if not all killed ponies involved killed? Then I will mot do that. This place is built excessively huge and almost nearly filled to the brim of the imprisonment metal roof. We would need more than the police.”

The nurse heard a camera turn to her location, it must’ve picked up all the audio. The nurse’s heart dropped to her stomach. She had to quickly think off what to say to not get punished. Yurin heard the camera too, she looked at it. She realized a red light blinking. Her heart dropped to her stomach as well.

“Nopony can stop this facility. No authority can defeat Doom or bring the facility to justice, just remember that and stay silent about this place, got it Mrs. Yurin...?”

Yurin notice the reason the nurse was saying this, she played her part and agreed to stay tight-lipped. At first, she thought she was being serious, but pieced the situation together when she saw the blinking camera. The camera stayed on them like a hawk. This made the two mares want to make every move planned and smart. The nurse finished the papers for the check up and hoofed them to Yurin. The red pegasus grabbed them, making sure not to cut herself with the papers. They were heavier than the usual papers in Equestria.

“See me when you get hurt again, alright Mrs. Yurin?"

Meva asked with fear still accumulating. She had no doubt she’ll be confronted about this conversation. Maybe Yurin would too?

“I will, thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.”

The nurse smiled with a blush. Giving a wave goodbye to Yurin. Yurin also waved a hoof goodbye as she left and slowly shut the door. As the door shut, Tristan’s sleep bubble broke, he slowly regained his wits and stood up, wiping his eyes.

“You both took long enough.”

Yurin had an angry expression. These workers are ungrateful. This nurse saved your lives and all you could think about is it took too long? The nerve of these ponies.

“My wing needed about 10 stitches and a couple of stables. Why do all you killers not appreciate what the nurse has done for you!?”

Yurin barked in anger. Tristan understood why it took long, but if her trainer was another worker. She would get beat up or maybe even killed? He remembers what the nurse did for him; heal him, give him imaginable pain, even though he was the ignorant one. Tristan indicated a hoof for Yurin to follow him. she fallowed his sign language, accompanying him.

“I appreciate it, but other workers don’t.”

Yurin knew he was a bunch of hide. Why would he complain it took so long then?

“Oh come on, be honest with yourself at least!”

Yurin was clearly agitated by the fact workers here didn’t respect the nurse. They're not even giving her a thank you for saving their lives most likely. Tristan decided to change the subject to a crucial matter. It's time to get the mindset back on training.

“We need to focus, let’s talk when we have time, but for now let’s go to the unit you’re assigned to. Those employees are tough jerks so don't want to look weak by being late.”

Yurin kept quiet as they walked towards the door of the unit. Tristan was a little relieved she didn’t spot him napping. Napping is never permitted in this place ever. You will get disciplinary action will be executed on the worker who did so. Hopefully no manager saw him on camera. If so, then he was waiting too long for Yurin. Is that really his fault? The pair stopped at the door, ready to go inside the unit. At least Tristan was. Yurin was more nervous and scared then ever.

“Prepare yourself for this unit Yurin. Act as tough as you can. Lift as much as you can. Never show weakness in this unit. Never complain about anything, just do it. Follow my lead and never be vulnerable and show weaknesses.”

Yurin nodded her head in agreement. He may be her Ex colt friend but he still cares about her. She understood the instructions he layed out. This unit must be the act tough or get ruff one. She'll try her best.