A Life of Shy

I followed Fluttershy through the dark void to a bright light. It got so bright that I had to use my hand to block out some of the luminance as it was hurting my eyes. Suddenly that bright light turned to a bright-colored landscape.

The darkness below me became bright-green grass, above me became a beautiful cerulean blue, with white fluffy clouds and what looked to be a factory in the sky producing rainbows and clouds. Surrounded by us are many examples of Mother Nature’s works. In the distance looked like a town, bright and welcoming to anyone who dwells in it. In the opposite direction is a sanctuary-like cottage with a river flowing in front and a variety of wildlife creatures out and about.

“This way,” Fluttershy instructed, pointing to the cottage with her hoof. I followed her to her humble abode. I’m actually in Equestria! I can’t believe it! It looks so welcoming! I felt at home!

As we approached her cottage, she pushed open the door, gesturing me inside. She followed behind me, closing the door behind us.

“Make yourself at home,” she said with a smile.

It’s five-thirty at night and Massachusetts General Hospital is busy as usual. The ambulance arrived at the side entrance of the emergency room. The ambulance arrived at the side entrance of the emergency room. EMTs acted quick to get me and my property out. Two triage nurses are waiting at the entrance.

“Patient identified as Michael Thomas. He’s the victim of a car accident, struck in a homeless encampment. His condition is critical,” the EMT pushing the gurney I’m in said.

“Take him to the trauma wing immediately,” one of the triage nurses demanded, the EMT doing as she ordered. They rolled me down the hall to the trauma wing, lowered the rain of the nearby bed, unstrapped me from the gurney and moved me cautiously to the bed. As the EMTs left, a doctor, identified as Doctor Richard, came in and analyzed my body which is covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts from the incident. The team hooked me up to a heart monitor and oxygen system. Doctor Richard ordered CT scans, X-Rays, and a series of blood tests.

“He’s clearly in a comatose state.” Doctor Richards pointed out. “Run an IV and get some blood samples. Also prepare some Anesthesia to cut down on any pain that he might be feeling. Order a CT scan and X-Rays immediately.”

“Yes sir,” said the nearby nurse, jotting down my vitals shown on the monitor. The medical provider, identified as Angela, walked into the room.

“Doctor Richard, he doesn’t have any emergency contacts listed and he’s registered as homeless,” Angela said.

“That’s fine,” replied Doctor Richard.

“He’s also a registered sex offender,” Angela continued.

“What’s his criminal record got to do with anything?” asked Doctor Richard.

“I just wanted to bring that to your attention sir,” Angela replied.

“A patient’s criminal record does not prohibit us from providing them treatment.”

“I know but–” Angela was interrupted by Doctor Richard.

“I don’t care if our patient is the suspect of a mass shooting!” said Doctor Richard in anger. “It’s our job to save his life!”

“Alright, but we may have an issue.”

“And what is that exactly?!” Doctor Richard asked, already infuriated by Angela’s conduct.

“He pre-requested a DNR. We can’t help him.”