The New Foal

Miraculously, the colt slept to the early daylight. He woke up around six-thirty, completely forgetful of the breathing tube. He panicked slightly until he remembered.

Two nurses burst into the room, with sedatives. When they saw him stable again, they only gave him one, just to make him sleep until nine.

He fell asleep just minutes later, then woke up at about nine-ten.

Ms. Cheerilee and Sweetie Belle came into the room, going to the sides of his bed.

Sweetie Belle held his hoof, shedding a tear of relief, along with his mother.

“Oh, Razor! We’re so glad you survived!” Sweetie Belle said.

His mother gave him his sentimental plushie. It was a Lil’ Kinz Googles with reversed fur he called Ducky. “I knew he would comfort you.” She said.

Razor picked him up and lay him by his head.

“Oh my, I need to go fill out some more paperwork for your school, I’m so sorry Razor, I have to go.” Ms. Cheerilee went home to fill out the rest of the paperwork.

Sweetie Belle stayed and talked with Razor for the next half hour, he tried to smile with the tube a couple times.

“I’m sorry Razor, I have to go…” Sweetie Belle said.

Razor frowned slightly under the mask.

“Bye…” Sweetie Belle said, sadly. She walked out the door.

Night fell before anypony even knew. Again, Razor was feeling restless. Nurse Redheart was forced to give him another sedative. He fell asleep seconds later…