I told you to go right

When I woke up, I couldn't see what was on my left.
Shit. I'm half blind: fucking fantastic. Oh, look at me, I'm Thunder Mustang, the Princess' friend with no fucking DEPTH PERCEPTION.
"Doctor, he's awake." A mare said down the corridor. Just before this could turn into some shitty clichè, I answered back.
"Yeah, I'm awake. Now what the hell have you done with my eye?" I growled.
"The doctor will explain that, now please just wait."
"Why? What's he doing now?"
"That's none of your concern."
"You're like a pre-recorded message, you know that?"
"Yes, I do. You stated your detest for me back in Ponyville."
"I bet I did." I sat up normally, and looked in the doorway of the average hospital room I had been put in. To my surprise, Nurse Redheart was stood looking tired as ever. "Redheart? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Temporary replacement. I'm taking a course to become a doctor, so I'm up here during that. Unfortunately, you're here too." she groaned at the last part, facehoofing.
"Well, good luck. Have fun with your...whatever it is you do as a doctor. Because you'll probably get the job."
"Aw, thanks. Why?"
"Well, fun ponies never get jobs as good as those who are more serious. It's a fact. Plus, 73.9% of ponies come up with random percentages and facts on the spot."
"Erm, motivational? I don't know how they're reacting to your injury in Ponyville."
"Probably quite well." Just then, a brown stallion with black mane, glasses, and coat trotted in. "'Sup."
"Sup. My name is Doctor Blutsauger, I was the one who watched over the operation on your head."
"So I needed stitches? Ok...but that doesn't explain why I'm completely blind in my left eye."
"That? Oh yes, in order to make sure you didn't...well, die, we had to disconnect your eyes using magic, lest they be damaged by a stray needle. It's not uncommon for one eye to take longer to get itself back up and working, so you might have to have a lack of depth perception for a few days."
"Alrighty then. When should I be leaving?"
"When you feel it's safe. After all, Fillydelphia does have busy streets, and having a non-functional eye doesn't tend to help. When you feel you're ready to leave, just tell a receptionist. They'll retrieve your hat, coat, and...weapon, and you can be on your way."
"Ok, thanks. I might just get used to my lack of depth perception for a few hours by walking around the room."
"As you wish, Mr Mustang."
The doctor and Nurse Redheart promptly left the room, and I began to swing my legs over the edge of the plastic or whatever the fucking material was bed. It wasn't hard to walk, but it was slightly difficult to figure out how far things were. I nearly walked into a wall a few times because I thought it was further away. However, after much adjusting, I managed to perform perfect laps of the room, and I felt ready to leave. I trotted calmly out of the door and down a corridor. Just as I was about to turn the corner, I swear I saw a stallion in a suit staring at me from the end of the long hall. I glared back at him, and, to my surprise, he turned and walked away.
"Who the fuck was that." I murmured. Ignoring it, I began to make my way down the staircase. From the amount of stairs there were, I could only assume I was originally on the 5th floor. So, that meant I had 10 flights of stairs to go down.

Fun.

Once I had prevented cardiac arrest due to too much effort going down stairs, and retrieved my belongings, I went out into the street. It was a bustle of activity: foals played games in the street, carriages clattered past, and high end ponies took up the space of 3 ponies with their ridiculous clothing.
"Pricks." I muttered, beginning my steady trot to the station. The buildings seemed reminiscent of 1950's New York, and so did the people. Suits, weird hats, some trotting about in military uniform, and the like. I would have looked very out of place; a blue stallion with gold striped mane and tail, wearing an Aussie slouch hat, a coat, and carrying a rifle doesn't really provide the best camoflage. Especially when walking past a group of mares, who were probably 'in' with fashion or whatever the fuck that meant. As I went past, the group went quiet, and I overheard one of the teenagers whisper 'oh my gosh, what is he wearing? So unfashionable.' I knew they'd react badly if I responded so I carried on going. I assumed I should go to the train station, but I didn't know if I had any bits to pay with. To find out, I reached into my coat pockets, where there was a piece of paper, nothing else. Confused at the thought of a mysterious piece of paper, I pulled it out and looked. It was a one-way ticket to Ponyville.
"Ha," I laughed quietly. "Somepony's being generous..."
Now I knew I had a ticket, I headed to the train station and boarded the train.
"Not a minute to spare." I sighed. The train left at 1:00, it was 12:59. As the conductor went past, I handed...erm, hoofed him my ticket, he punched it, and I reclined in my seat. Rifle above my head, hat on a nearby hanger, I felt that the only thing that could ruin this day was if an episode had occured back in Ponyville.