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"...Vitals are normal, she should be out of the coma soon”

Ugh. I feel like…I don’t know.

”She’s moving!”

I groan and open my eyes to a blindingly white room. A unicorn wearing a pure white lab coat walks up and smiles at me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“How’d…” I look around and can see that this is a hospital room. “How’d I get here?”

“You’re lucky to have such good friends. They brought you here a few hours ago.”

I sit up and use my right arm to prop myself up. I try and move my left, but it’s in a cast and a sling that connects around my neck to keep it in place. “What time is it?”

“Two in the morning,” he says. Two? Guess that means I really have been out for a few hours.

“Any of them still here? My friends?”

“Just one.”

“Could you send them in?”

The doctor nods to a nurse, and she opens the door. Twilight walks in, her mane and makeup all messed up. “I’m so happy to see you’re awake,” she says.

“What happened?” I ask her.

“A shelf fell on you,” she says.

“I sort of knew that much. But why’d you bring me to that broom closet?”

“That would explain it,” she says grimly. “That wasn’t me who brought you away from the Gala. It was a changeling.”

“A…changeling?” Given how well everything else here was named, I think I can guess what they do.

She nods. “They can take the form of anything they want. One must have changed to look like me so it could lure you away.” She walks up and puts her hoof on my hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Hurt-y. What happened?”

The doctor walks up, levitating a medical folder. “You got a mild concussion and a broken left, umm,” he points to my cast.

“Arm?”

“Yes, your arm. But worse is your…thing attached to it.”

“Hand?”

“Yes, it appears as though it has been severely broken.” He levitates a picture over to me. It looks just like a normal hand, nothing wrong with it.

“What seem to be wrong with it?”

He walks over and looks at the x-ray. “Is this normal for your hand?”

“Yes.”

He studies it for a bit "Hm." He rubs his hoof on his chin. "I had just assumed since there were so many small bones...ah, forget it." He puts it back in the folder and shows me a picture of an arm, with one of the bones snapped almost completely in two. “And is this normal for your arm?”

Honestly? The bone in my arm’s snapped, and he’s asking if that’s normal. I want to know how this guy graduated medical school. “No, that’s not normal at all.”

“Well,” he says, putting the x-ray back in the folder, “I managed to use some magic to help the healing process. You’ll need to keep it in the cast for a few weeks, and having it in the sling wouldn’t hurt, either.”

“And the concussion?”

“Don’t do anything too strenuous, physical or mental. You shouldn’t even read, it could make things worse. You might experience headaches, mood swings, and amnesia, but it should be cleared up in a few weeks. I’ll transfer your records to the Ponyville hospital. If you need to see a doctor, just go there and they’ll help you.”

Doctor Speedy Recovery to Wing E. Code brown.

He sighs and mutters to himself. “I have to take this. Press the button if you need somepony.” He and the nurse walk out, and Twilight pulls up a chair to sit next to me.

“Where’s everyone else?” I ask.

“They all left for a few hours ago. The Princess gave them rooms, since they wanted to stay here if anything happened.”

“And you?”

“I didn’t want to leave you alone here all night.”

I reach out and hug her with my good arm. “Thanks for being there for me.”

“Anything for a friend.”