Frost dragon's adventures!

Day 4 of the sickness

It was a beautiful day in ponyville. The birds were chirping, the flowers were blooming,  and Ian was running around like the fun pony he was. (I swear, he is the equivalent of pinkie pie) The only problem was... I had a cold. I had been in this cell all week, but I hadn't gotten any better. I felt useless... But soon, I'll be better. As I write this, thinking how great it would've been to go outside and be free, I realize that I have a horrible cold. Where am I, you ask?  Certainly not in ponyville, that's for sure. No, If I do recall, as celestia found that I was an alicorn, she had sent me to canterlot to rule with her. The only problem is, there was I reason I hid it. But back to the matter at hand. I am in quarantine. I had been caught with the dreaded illness, cutie pox. Then how am I writing this? Well, I stopped that long ago. One of the guards are writing this down for me, as I fade away. I am out of energy, I can't do anymore, but the disease might kill me if I try to stop. I can't think. I can't stop. I can't talk very good either. This might be the last known record of me, for all I know. The guards are looking at me, observing me, trying to come up with a cure. I have taken thousands of their antidotes, but none have worked. So here I am. I'm almost dead. The disease has stopped most of my bodily functions. But there is one last antidote.

Report:

He stopped breathing after we gave him the antidote. After countless tries to cure him, we did the opposite. Every antidote we gave him made it worse. We can't figure it out, and this last antidote  may have ended it by killing him. I hope not. Celestia would be furious if we killed royalty! 10 minutes later, still no vital signs. We'll come back tomorrow.