Dr Whooves MONSTER

As I tried to grapple with the current situation my mind began to leap back into what led me to this point.

It all started with the last day, I saw him. My best friend. Well friend might be stretching it. There might have been a time we were close yes. But those last few hours we certainly weren’t.

I was in my home town, of pony vill. A quiet little town actually that was more country then I would have liked. There was not a brick to the muddy roads, nore was there any of the wooden buildings either. Still this was home, and as I dr hooves, walked among the cold morning air, with the sun shine warming my back, I sat in my top hat, and trench coat, caring my briefcase, through town, when my ears caught the sound of the news that morning.

"Extra, extra, read all about it! Another pony dies of the plague !", shouted a gray pegasus mare with lopsided eyes, and a muffin fetish., judging not by the way she stuffed her face full of them. She flew around delivering the newspaper to the crowd of unsuspecting inhabitants of the small little town I grew up in. The headline displayed a gruesome topic that day. But me being me, I walked right past the paper carrier, never giving her a second glance. My work was for the living, not the dead. "Why would I bother with such trivial things, like the death of some random mare I had never met?". No, instead, I walked into a small farm home, to check up on my most recent patient, at the time.

“Dr Whooves , oh thank goodness you could make it,” a big bright yellow farm pony said to me, with a shaking voice.

“Yeas bright Mac, and how is your wife doing on this fine day?” I asked, never acknowledging the gloomy weather. A fog was creeping in that day, but my bright attitude remained ever vigilant, through its mets.

“She’s, uh,” the big rough colt lowers his head and ears.

“I see,” I replied and walked right past him, heading to the bedroom where the patient lied. I passed the children of the home, with little interaction. A red big colt, despite being the second child. A little orange filly, who was carrying a mighty small one in her arms.

“Daddy, is Dr Whooves going to help mommy?” I could hear the young filly ask her father.

“Of course I am, with the right marks of science anything is possible,” I grinned wide as I burst through the door, finding the lady in question, bed written. She coughed twice acknowledging my presence. She was a sickening light, peach, and even lighter orange bushy Maine. Her blue eyes were glossy at best. The only color on her was the ring that hung from her neck, and the sun pendant she wore as well.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of the sun pendant, knowing exactly what it was and proceeded to do my work, ignoring its existence. “Please do not sit up,” I told her, pulling out my stethoscope and began examining her at once. With the sound of a shallow breath, and a strong heartbeat, I proceeded to write down my notes. “Did the medicine I prescribed help you at all last week?” I waited for her to stop coughing for an answer. But unfortunately, all she had the strength to do, was shake her head. “I see,” I replied pulling up my bag and popping open my medical supplies. “I’m afraid it would be best to do a surgery, but without knowing what the exact cause of your illness is, it could be risky.” I said digging through my bag, finding just what I wanted a moment latter. “Yes, I do believe a blood sample will do. I’ll take it home and examine further.” A smirk spread across my lips as I knew I could get to the bottom of whatever ails her.

“No need,” said a familiar voice behind me. A voice that I could honestly do without. It was younger than my own, and quite crackly showing its age. I groaned at the sound of hoof steps walking closer to me. Setting my hoof on the bridge of my nose, only to mask my own insecurities as I turned to the figure with a smile.

“Stygian, my good man,” I laughed through my lying teeth. “What are you doing here, this is a place of science, not magic.” I shook my head.

“Timeturner, nice to see you, still helping the sick I see.” He smiled,” but I couldn’t help but noticed the cup in his hoofs. “Oh yes, as I was saying,” he cleared his throat. “A blood test would not do, what ails her, is neither physical nor blood related. It is an imbalance of energy,” he said as he held out the cup to the patient. She struggled to sit up and take the cup from his arms. “You have three kids and a mighty farm, you’ve overworked yourself, causing you to feel drained beyond normal means. Your sickness is only worsening, because you won’t let your body recover properly. some rest, and a little rejuvenation, erathal tea, will restore your magic energy levels back to normal, with in a month or so. Any further medical procedures will only put your life in danger,” smiled Stygian.

“Prosperous,” I spat bitterly. “Magic is reserved for your kind, not us earth ponies.”

Stygian, who was dressed in brown robes wearing a sun necklace around his neck, lowered his eyebrows. “On the contrary, all creatures big and small have a type of magic, you would know this my friend if you ever paid attention to the gospels.

“I am an atheist, speak of no religious propaganda around me, if you will.” I said with my mostrals high in the air. “Magic is for those of unicorns, only, I have no magic, and so I do not rely on plant juice, and faith. I rely on facts and only science.” I laughed triumphantly of my own ego. Stygian laughed too, to my surprise. I stopped my antics and lowered my gaze to a scowl at him. However my expression only made him laugh harder.

“Ever since we were kids, my old friend, you always had the same take on things,” the ash gray unicorn replied. “Take a blood sample if it makes you feel better, but I assure you, the old ways will heal the sick.” He shrugged and turned around leaving me behind once again.

Staring at his back, my heart sank further than I could have imagined it would go. At the time I didn’t know why. Me and Stygian from a young age had always wanted to help those in need. Perhaps it was because of my dead mother, that I had lost so much faith in the craft of magic. But whether I liked it or not, I couldn’t mistake the results. For thousands of years before science truly took on a medical profession, those like Stygian were our healers. He went on to study under one of the best of the best, magicians in all of the land. And here I was, just a lonely earth pony, with a book, a bag of knives, and a title to my name, that did very little to help anyone. “Dr Whooves, yeah right, more like Dr scams.” I muttered as the mare held out her arm in my sights. I looked up, wide eyed, at first, as I saw her simple gaze. It was the same gaze I remember so well. Hope, hope that she could get better, if she had help. Seeing it I flashed back to the day's long ago, when my own mother would frail ill. She too had a sun necklace around her neck, same drink in hand too. But as I sat there as a child. I watched as she deteriorated until a blanket was tossed over her head.

I turned to the door, Seeing the children and their father peeking their head through. From them to the patient in front of me, I could feel a surge of courage boil in my stomach. “I will get to the bottom of this, I promise,” I told her, and her family.

“I know you will,” the mare smiled softly. “My life is in your hands doctor,” she tilted her head, and placed the cup down on the table, without taking one sip.

I nodded, and proceeded to take a sample of her blood, by sticking a syringe in her vein. This was me. This was what I was born to do. I am Timeturner. I am Dr hooves, and I was going to cure the greatest disease that ever plagued our world. DEATH! Oh but where my journey would lead me, would become my very undoing.