Scootaloo’s eyes slowly fluttered open, groaning she slowly looked around in confusion as she noticed that she was in some kind of room whose walls were made out of some kind of cushion. She then realised that she was sitting in an awkward position with her forehooves crossed. She tried to move her hooves, only to realise in horror that she was unable to move them.
Looking down, she saw that she was wearing what appeared to be a strait jacket. She pulled her hooves, trying to free them from the strong material. The jacket refusing to budge, she screamed for help “MMMMMMMMMPH!” Scootaloo began to panic as she felt her muzzle being forced shut.
Scootaloo couldn’t remember how she got there, all she knew was that she would go crazy if she was trapped there any longer. She tried again to free herself from the jacket however it was no use. She looked around the room in an attempt to see if there was a way out; there was nothing in the room. That was when she noticed a small camera perched in the top right corner of the room, watching her every move. Out of desperation, she shouted “mmmmmph mmmph!” however, only muffed grunts could be heard through the muzzle.
Tears started to leak from her eyes as she realized that it was hopeless, she was truly trapped.
***
Time had passed since Scootaloo had first woken up. She didn't know how long she had been in the room or what the actual time was. She tried in vain to remember what had happened, but nothing came through. The situation was becoming dire as she felt her temperature soar, which was not helped by the padded room and the strait jacket. Sweat was trickling down her forehead, dampening her purple mane. The muzzle also made it difficult to breathe.
She felt like she was losing her mind as her boredom increased. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a white earth pony mare with a light pink mane, she was wearing a white nurse hat, which had the logo of the Equestrian National Health Service; a red cross surrounded by four small hearts.
Scootaloo stared at the needle, the mare was holding. The mare didn't speak to her as she aimed the needle towards her flank, all the while Scootaloo started shaking her and grunting through the muzzle in protest, however, the nurse ignored her and proceeded to stick the needle in and pushed the plunger, the unknown chemical, immediately began to take effect. Scootaloo realised in horror that she couldn't move, her body. The mare picked her up and brought her to a stretcher, where she released her from the strait jacket, however, Scootaloo was still paralysed and was unable to resist as the mare who was joined by a brown, unicorn stallion, who was wearing a lab coat and glasses, started to put her hooves in restraints, securing her to the bed.
Scootaloo could only watch in horror as they started to wheel her through what appeared to be some kind of hospital. Scootaloo was unable to look around and could only watch as the ceiling tiles passed as they continued on the short journey.
After what seemed to be a maze of corridors they finally arrived at a room. While the nurse raised her head cushion, enabling her to see most of the room, which looked like a standard hospital room, the unicorn hooked her up to a heart monitor, Beep….Beep….Beep
“Heart rate seems normal, the serum should begin to wear off now.” the unicorn stated before shining a light into each of the eyes “Pupils are also normal.”
The nurse then asked, “Should we let them in?”.
The doctor thought it over before deciding “Not yet I want to see how she reacts, once the serum wears off.”
Scootaloo began to get feeling back in her hooves as her heart rate began to quicken Beep..Beep..Beep
“Be ready the serums wearing off now.” the doctor warned.
The two ponies stood clear of the gurney when Scootaloo started to regain her full movement. Once she realised that she could move her limbs again she instantly tried tugging at the restraints all the while screaming through her muzzle.
The two ponies tried to calm her down but to no avail. The doctor then asked, “Get me the muscle relaxant.”
The nurse rushed out of the room, while she was gone, the doctor attempted to hold her still with, his magic, however, this made the filly more erratic, making him struggle to keep his grip. The nurse then reentered the room, holding another syringe.
Scootaloo cried out as the two ponies worked together to hold her still while they injected the substance into her bloodstream.
The muscle relaxant began doing its work as her muscles became loose and she felt herself getting weaker. Unlike the nerve blocker that she had been injected with previously, the muscle relaxant, only released the muscles, meaning that she could still move them but her movements would be limited.
Once she had fully calmed down the doctor began explaining “Miss Scootaloo, my name is Doctor Stable, you are at a special hospital.” he decided to refrain from calling it an insane asylum so as to not have her lashing out again. “There was an… incident involving you and your classmates, so we had to bring you here.”
“Mmmmph?” Scootaloo tried to ask but nothing coherent came through the muzzle.
Doctor Stable then said, “If I take the muzzle off then you have to promise me that you won't bite or spit at me.”
Scootaloo nodded and the doctor slowly removed the black muzzle. Her mouth felt like sandpaper and her muzzle felt sweaty. She asked in a scratchy voice “Why am I tied up?”
The doctor sighed and explained, “It is for both ours and your own safety.”
Scootaloo gave him a confused look “How does keeping me tied up, make me safe?”
“We don't want you hurting yourself,” he said.
“I'm not going to hurt myself, please can you let me go?” she asked confident that the doctor would release her.
However, her confidence would be shattered as he replied “I,m sorry but I can't do that, this is for your own good.”
Scootaloo couldn't believe what he was saying, she had always been told that doctors would always help ponies. “Please, I don't like it.”
“You may not like it but it has to been done. You have visitors, however I can only let them in if you calm down.” he told the distressed filly.
“Okay, I'll calm down.” Scootaloo agreed, she hoped that by following their instructions that they may release her.
The doctor nodded to the nurse, who said “Good girl.” before leaving the room to get the visitors.
Scootaloo was hoping that whoever was visiting would see what the doctors were doing to her and that they would get help.
The nurse then re-entered the room with several familiar ponies…