Being Lyra

The doctor has left the room for my privacy; however Bon Bon seemed to take advantage of every visiting hour she could possibly get. We both were mostly silent with Bon Bon sitting next to my bed; there was nothing to talk about even though my death bed was soon to come. It was almost a half an hour before the doctor came back and broke our silence.

"Visiting hours are over now, come back soon," he said.

"But it's only 3:30 p.m., visiting hours aren't over for another hour and a half," Bon Bon replied.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to come back next week," he said with a slightly irritated look.

Bon Bon got off of her chair saying her goodbyes while almost hugging me to death, passed the doctor, and left.

"Lyra, don't move, this is only a little booster that'll put you in paralysis as well as a coma, it won't hurt one bit," He said as he walked over to me while levitating a syringe.

"Paralysis?! But why?" I asked.

"We can't risk the facade inside of you become even more self-aware, risking our town, let alone Equestria's, destruction, which is why we're resulting to a new method instead," he responded.

"We'll give you the anesthetic as soon as we work out a cure, in the meantime, you will be a good pony and stay still," he commanded.

He got even closer to my bed, and was within reach.

"Good night, Lyra," He said as he levitated the needle towards one of my fore-hooves.

"No, I won't let you do that," I said as I jumped off my bed and galloped away.

"Security, we have a crucial I.P.R.A leaving the perimeter," the doctor said as he trotted into the security office.

One of the security guards nodded and galloped for the entrance, while another went around the other side of the building to get to the entrance. I was too late, one of them made it their before me I tried to turn around but I was cornered by the other guard. The guard behind me pulled out a blow dart and fired at me.

"You awake? Good. I can't give you you're medicine while under the effects of a tranquilizer dart," The doctor said.

I was back into my bed with the doctor standing next to me. There also was one of the guards standing by the door. The tranquilizer that hit me earlier made it too hard to move my muscles.

"Now, let's try this again, shall we?" he continued.

Even with the inability to escape, I had enough in me to let out a small tear from my right eye.

"Good night, Lyra," he said as he once again levitated the sharp needle towards one of my fore-hooves.

I could only hear small mumbles in the background as my vision blurred and as my muscles became numb, it only took a couple of seconds until I was gone.

Was I dead, no, I was still in the hospital, but I was in some sort of black haven where I wasn't able to move. It looked like space, but it was my subconscious, I heard voices, they sounded like mine but they weren't. I had realized now, both me and my facade were trapped in my mind, together. The worst part of it all was because it was still deteriorating my life force and my memory; it was still taking control of my body. I came closer to it, to get some answers, but it was too late, I had started to fade away. I was waking up, it was too early, and I needed more time. I was in a coma that felt like only seconds, but it was truly 8 days.

"...ra. Lyra. Lyra, you awake?" I heard a voice.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a female pony with a dark blue and pink mane standing next to a doctor.

"She seems to be taking the effect from the anesthetic, although she was out for a whole week, she may have already lost half of her life force and memory by now." The doctor said facing the female pony.

"Lyra, do you still remember me?" The female came up to me.

"Who's Lyra? What am I doing here?" I asked.

"It seems she lost a good majority of her memory," The doctor added.

"What are you talking about?" I said as I got out of my bed.

"Please, get back onto your bed, we'll explain later," The doctor said.

I got back into my bed, while the female pony got closer to me.

"L-Lyra..." She stuttered and then started crying.

All I could reply with was a confused look. Who was she talking about? What am I doing here? Questions kept floating in my mind.

"If you still have some memory about the incident, I guess I'll keep you updated: we could not find a cure and not even our pony brain surgeons could find a solution. Lyra, I'm afraid the body you possess can no longer be considered as yours," the doctor said as he walked up to me.

"I don't even know why I am in need of attention! Why am I going to die?" I asked.

"You'll only forget, Lyra." the doctor replied.

"Wait... That gives me an idea," the female pony said

The female started wiping her tears away for a moment.

"It might buy us some more time, but it's a long shot," she continued.

"What if we filled her with new memories, which would make more memories for the facade to take," she finished.

"Even if that did work. her life force would still deplete, however I do have another, but a rather unconventional idea, in mind," the doctor said.

"What is it?" the female pony asked.

"In my years of doctoring, I'd never thought I would do this," he continued.

"Lyra, in order to avoid the risk of the destruction of Equestria, I'm going to have to kill you," he said.

Machinations - a crafty and involved plot to achieve your (usually sinister) ends.

Paralysis - The loss of the ability to move.

Anesthetic - a drug that causes anesthesia—reversible loss of sensation.

I.P.R.A. - Important Patient run-away (made up).