Dr. Anonymous or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dash

Lying on the wet grass on a cold spring night staring at the stars, Anon takes another hit of green from his glass piece. Anon was a simple man who enjoyed his weed as much as he enjoyed nature’s beauty. Just as he was ashing the last of his bowl, the sky was filled by a multi-colored blast of light. Shielding his eyes and questioning his sanity, he started to wonder whether or not that weed was laced. While peeking through his fingers he saw a flaming blue streak crashing down to Earth. Fearing the worst, he headed back to his car and grabbed a flashlight hoping to find out what the hell just happened.

Sprinting towards the crash site, heart racing, he came upon a tiny pastel blue horse with wings and it seemed to have a rainbow colored mane. Anon thought that this was the strangest alien he’s ever seen and to be completely honest, the only alien he’s ever seen. Prodding the alien’s wings with his flashlight it seemed to groan with pain. Although Anon wasn’t a doctor he could tell its wings were broken and probably a few other bones judging by the looks of her.

The horse’s eyes started to blink then slowly open. “Did I win?” the alien said in a raspy female’s voice, then started coughing harshly. Blood trickled out of her mouth and then she fell silent. He didn’t know why but he felt the need to try and save this poor helpless creature. Maybe it was beautiful ultra violet eyes or her adorable human like voice, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.

He had to come up with a plan to get this thing home to fix her wounds. He couldn’t take it to a vet because they might keep it or report it to someone else who will do who knows what with her. Thinking back to his days as a Boy Scout he remembered to not move someone injured by picking them up or it may do even more damage to them. Anon didn’t know if the creature could still hear him but tried to keep calm anyways. “Don’t try to move around, I’ll be right back.”

He hoofed it back to his car, grabbed his skateboard and made his way back to the horse again. Anon places his palm on her chest to make sure she’s still breathing. Luckily, he feels a faint heartbeat. Relived he says, “I’m going to put you on this so don’t struggle or you’ll fall and hurt yourself even worse.” Placing the skateboard down, he gently picks up her frail body and lays her on it. Slowly, Anon picks up his makeshift stretcher and gradually walks her back to his vehicle. He then rests her body down in the back seat and positions his jacket over top of delicate body.

It was easy for him to sneak her in to his apartment at this time of night. Setting her on his bed, Anon went about finding whatever he could to help her. He only had passing medical knowledge but it was not worth the risk to seek help from others. Trying his best he cleaned her off, gave her some pain meds, set her bones, and wrapped her wounds. Even if she did pass away Anon told himself he did the best he could and just wished for the best.