Paelius feels his dark grey fur start to stand on end. Before he even gets all his senses back, he knows this wasn’t where he had fallen asleep. His hearing was the next thing to return to him. There are voices speaking in a language he doesn’t understand, and it took all of his willpower to not open his eyes to look at his unknown hosts. Paelius judged that it would be best to make his current consciousness unknown to the others in the room. The language they spoke sounds almost musical and vastly different from any tongue he had heard before.

Paelius opens one eye just a sliver. From the position on his back, he can’t see very much. The first thing his vision captures is a blaringly bright light directly above him which is backed up by a completely white ceiling. There is some machinery to the side of him, but he cannot make out what the displays on them say. Paelius suddenly becomes aware of a tight feeling in his arm. He has used the device before. It is a blood pressure monitor.

‘I must be in a hospital then’ Paelius thought to himself. ‘What could have happened for ME to end up in a hospital’. Paelius can’t feel anything off about himself. He flexes his limbs slightly to make sure he can move them. He honestly feels lighter than usual, with a bit of coffee he would be top notch for a good day of ignoring friends, evading taxes, and studying all day long. Paelius muses at the thought before re-concentrating on his vision.

There are two humungous eyes looking directly down at him. ‘Fuck’. Paelius quickly lashes out with the arm that isn’t currently bound by a blood pressure sensor. He hears a pained grunt as his arm connects with the creature on top of him. Paelius tries to push himself up but collapses on himself at the huge feeling of pain resonating from his chest. ‘Not in tip-top shape then. Nothing a good cup of coffee can’t solve’. Paelius feels a magical grasp on his arms and feels them stick to the bed. He tries to use his own magic but finds that it he can’t feel any of it at all.

Paelius locks his eyes on his captors to give them a piece of his mind. He was expecting to see a feline beast person like himself, he consequently not expecting to see a group of three horses. ‘No, not horses, they’re too small, ponies’. Paelius glares daggers at his entourage. They look strange, not like any horse he had ever seen. They are small even for ponies, he suspected that even if he was standing, they would only make it to about his stomach. They are every colour on the rainbow and then some, but the most confounding part of their appearance is their eyes. They have eyes that take up almost their whole face. ‘That is a huge safety risk. If I need to get out of here, I’ll try to poke one in the eyes. God really fucked them with that one’.

“(Could you please calm down… sir)” One of the pastel ponies starts to talk. It seems to be talking to him, but he can’t tell what it’s saying. The language really is pleasant to listen to.

“I don’t know what you’re saying. And if logic holds, you don’t know what I’m saying either.” An impossibly familiar tilting of the pony’s head and shrugging of its’ withers confirms his suspicion. The pony, a stallion he had decided, has a red coat and a white mane that is spiked up in a crude imitation of a mohawk. Disregarding his vastly unprofessional appearance, Paelius deduces that this is a doctor. He has a picture of a syringe tattooed on to his flank on both sides which stretches the already pushed limits of Paelius’ tolerance of this creature.

The pony that Paelius had creatively dubbed “Syringe”, turns and starts to talk with a butter-coloured mare behind him. Paelius grunts in surprise at the to notice of a horn on her head which is glowing lime green.

“(Butter Heart, can you please drop the binding spell)”. Apparently whatever Syringe had said was ridiculous, because the mare starts to shake her head aggressively. This action also reminds Paelius of his own kind. Their body language is so familiar, and it would have really interested Paelius if he wasn’t stuck to a hospital bed.

Syringe bares his teeth at the timid looking mare and growls the same thing he had just said. The light from her horn vanishes and she cowers back from the larger stallion. The last occupant of the group, a black stallion with a grey mane, glares at Syringe but he turns around as if he doesn’t notice. Paelius feels the bindings on both his arms drop and immediately capitalizes on the freedom. He jumps out of the bed at blinding speed and grabs the unicorn mare’s horn. He starts to pull with all the force he can muster with the ridiculous amount of pain emanating from his chest. His navy-blue cloak billows behind him as he moves, it showed clear signs that they had tried to get it off him, but the protective enchantments had held.

There is a sickening crack as the mare’s horn starts to give in to his attack. At that moment, there is a second crack as two hooves collide with Paelius’ side, shooting him across the room. Paelius just prays that the damage he did to the butter-coloured pony was enough to prevent further magic usage. His prayers were seemingly answered as he hears the mare screaming.

“(IT BROKE MY HORN, IT BROKE MY HORN, IT BROKE MY HORN)” The mare kept repeating something he couldn’t understand. She is, however, in clear pain.

“(Oh buck up, your horn is just fractured not broken. Also, it’s he)” Syringe lectured.

“(Shut your trap doc! That thing could have permanently disabled her if I hadn’t bucked it)” The dark stallion spat. He ran to the crying mare trying to comfort her.

“(Yes, and you could have seriously injured a one-of-a-kind creature.)”

Paelius looks at the snapped pen running ink down his shirt. It didn’t make a difference as his clothing was already black underneath the extravagant cloak. ‘That thing hit me with enough force to break through the enchantments on my cloak.’ Paelius ponders, slightly impressed. He stands up and discards the now useless office appliance. He looks back at his opponents who had seemingly completely forgotten about him. The mare is rolling around in the black stallions grasp. Said stallion is trying to tear apart the doctor with his eyes. Paelius decides to call that stallion Daggers. Syringe turns to look at Paelius and utter shock fills his eyes to see the biped standing. This was expected, it is to Paelius’ surprise however, to see the face light up in joy. ‘Something is wrong with this thing’. The stallion proceeds to point a forehoof at itself in a fashion that no normal horse could ever achieve and speaks a few words very slowly.

“(Blood Clot. I am Blood Clot. Blood Clot)”

By the gods, the thing was introducing itself to him. This creature either had a death wish or was completely insane. Paelius finds these characteristics quite appealing and decides to play along.

“Hello (Blood Clot)” Paelius struggles slightly to pronounce the foreign word. He can see utter shock in Daggers’ eyes, but that shock is being overwhelmed by the joy in Blood Clot’s eyes. He points to himself and tries to further imitate the white stallion. “Paelius. (I am) Paelius. Paelius.”

The delight is plastered all over Paelius’ new acquaintance’s face. The adrenaline is quickly fading, and he falls onto all fours at the reemergence of his pain. Paelius sees Daggers run out of the room with the injured mare on his back.

“(After I drop of Butter Heart, I’m going to get the princess. That thing is a threat, and you are a fool for trusting it doc.)” The door of his private little hospital is closed, and the stallion is gone.

“(That’ll probably be fine. You should get some rest) Paelius” Blood Clot stated, gesturing at the bed. He was clearly trying to sound serious but the joy of using the alien name was slipping through. Paelius sits on the bed but does not lie down. He can tell something is about to happen and he is going to be fully ready for when it comes.

Author's Note

A silly little story written about an OC in Equestria. I'm sure there are a number of grammar errors but I'm too tired to check.
While making this story I'm just gonna write as much as I can in one sitting then publish the chapter. I've barely planned anything so if you really want to you can comment a suggestion, or not.