A Life of Shy

“Are you insane Fluttershy?!” Rainbow Dash said angrily. “He can’t stay here! He has to go back to his world!”

“He can’t go back. I brought him here because he was in distress.”

“He’s an alien to our world! What would Celestia and Luna think if they found out?!

“I’m sure they wouldn’t have an issue with it,” Fluttershy said.

“Shy, it’s not just dangerous, it’s outright criminal! You don’t know what he capable of! He already knows our names!”

“He watches us on TV,” Fluttershy pointed out.

“Girls?” I said, trying to get their attention.

“Don’t you think that’s not at all strange?!” Rainbow Dash continued. “He sounds like a spy!”

“Girls,” I said again, slightly annoyed.

“He’s not a spy! He’s going through a lot of stuff right now!” Fluttershy said in anger.

“That sounds like an excuse to spy on us Shy! We can’t trust him!”

“Girls!”

“What?!” The duo shouted in unison.

“First off, Fluttershy is right! I’m not a spy! I never asked to be here! The last thing I remember before I met Fluttershy in a black void was that I was in the back of an ambulance!”

“And how can I believe you?” Rainbow asked, trotting up to me and squinting at me to try to see if I’m telling the truth.

“That’s the thing; you can’t. There’s no legit way to find out if I’m being honest without some magic or supernatural being to prove it.”

Rainbow dash sighed in defeat. “You’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Now, don’t you two have a meeting to attend?” Both of them looked at each other and nodded.

“We need you to come with us.”

A harmony of beeps played across the trauma wing. It’s been a busy night in Massachusetts General Hospital as one of the worst thunderstorms of the year went through Boston. Several patients have been brought in over the last two hours. Nurses and doctors are constantly on the move.

Doctor Richard received a notification that my results came in. He had set me as a priority patient. He hurried to his workstation to assess the lab work, CT scans, and Radiology reports. The blood work came back normal, so that was a relief to him. He opened up the x-rays from the radiology reports and immediately noticed a crack that ran from the back of my skull to the top, but no other bond damage to the head or any other part of my body.

“Hairline crack from rear of skull by spinal column to top of skull, close to forehead region. Further assess for concussion,” he put in his notes. “Also assess for nerve damage to spinal column.”

Finally, he opened the CT scan. He immediately noticed damage to the central nervous system which confirmed his suspicion for nerve damage. Additionally, he noticed some very unusual brainwave activity, as if it was emitting too much activity. For someone in a comatose state, that is rather unusual.

“Confirm nerve damage to spinal column. Higher than normal brainwave activity while patient is in a comatose state,” he added to his notes.

“Order an MRI. Also see if we can get authorization to operate on his skull,” he said to Angela.

“I think you’re making a terrible mistake Doctor Richard.”

“I’ve been in this field for twenty years,” he said to her. “I know what to do and when to do it. Now please do as I ordered.” Angela shrugged her shoulders and did what she was ordered to do without hesitation. He hated being bossed around by him, constantly being told what to do. If it wasn’t for the pay, she’d quit right there and then.

It wasn’t just that. She also had hatred for the homeless. Then when she heard the sex offender bit, her hatred for me grew, wishing I was dead. She didn’t care about me as a patient, but she knew that she had to follow Doctor Richard’s orders in order to keep her job.

As Doctor Richard was inputting his final notes, an alarm went off on the intercom.

“Code Blue in T4, code Blue in T4,” said the computer-generated voice.