An Inner Desire

In the Clinic

Nurse Redhearth was carefully placing Applebloom on the clinic's bed: the situation seemed at first the usual exaggerated scratch took by the three fillies while they did tree climbing, thought from what Applebloom told, it wasn't, because the knee was painful to move, and the creature who called itself “Medic” seemed to agree.

“So, Applebloom, are you sure that you cannot move your knee ? I Don't want to trigger a fake alarm”

“Yes.... is it true that while I will be operated, I will be awake?”

“Who told you such a thing? Of course not! The anesthetic will be there!”

“But..but..”

“But what?”

“The human told me so... and his face was too much serious to be joking at the bad time...”

“Well, it's oblivious that it told a lie.”

Applebloom sighed of relied, but it lasted for few seconds: from the backdoor, the human returned, this time it headed for the Nurse Redhearth :

“Alright, nurse, keep calm and listen to me : from what I could tell on the site of the incident, the knee had its sinew, but I didn't had any tool better at hand: could you please find one for me?”

Redhearth gasped, then,  regaining equilibrium, said

“Who are you to tell this things? Telling that you are a medic doesn’t make you so...”

“Alright...”

The creature opened one of its baggages and showed a piece of parchment: it attested that “Francis Da Prato”, that was the human's name, had gained the degree in Medicine, specialization “Pediatria”, and that was allowed to practice the medical profession.

The nurse watched it with a doubtful look before giving up, and saying

“Oh, well, even if I never heard about “Università di Roma”, all seems legit.

Now, back to our primary topic : I will find one, but what you will do?”

The Francis's eyes shone

“The possible operation...”

Ten minutes later

Francis looked for a closet where place its clothes and put on the operator y mask, the lab coat and the shoe covers: after looking for a long time, he found it behind the former operation room: he took off his field jacket, a Cold War soviet residuary: it cost many euros when he bought it, but the cost was worthy: after all, it gave to his already big figure a more authoritative look and it was warm and comfortable.

Then he looked for a shoe cover, but didn't found anything that fir to his boots, thus, Francis searched in one of the baggages a pair of rubber hospital  clogs, but didn't found it; frustrated, he simply took two shoe covers and applied it on his bare foot: not too much comfortable, but better than nothing.

When he was ready, Francis went outside the room and called for Applebloom : she was wearing a patient coat and she had a scared look on her little face.

His mind stalkers hissed of pleasure “Oooh, what a leisurely see! A scared filly who will suffer! Wonder what will be the outcome of this...”

Francis sighed, took in his arms Applebloom and waited the worse from his mind.

After a tense silence, the mind stalkers gave the order to take a needle from the metallic dish, and use  the needle for taking some blood without any apparent reason.

Applebloom shrunk for the fear and tried to cover her eyes against Francis, but in vain: the strong arms of him were too much for the filly's body, and the defense was broke.

The needle was placed in the lower torso: in a desperate attempt to stop the maneuver, the hearth of Francis forced a miss from the arm with the needle, but in vain: the syringe hit the lower torso, and started to fill with blood and urine took from the Applebloom's bladder, the filly started to cry, and said with a whiny voice :

“No! No! I prefer to lost the leg ! Please ! Don't hurt me.. don't hurt me....”

“NO!”, then the mind stalkers moved one of the arms to the scalpel, for then starting to open the knee: the soft flesh  on the knee was rip apart, and the bone was showed to the external world: took by the blood lust, the Francis's body, controlled by the split personality, opened with the scalped another cut, this time on the chest, but without pushing too much in: after all, they didn't wanted to kill her.

The show disgusted the sane part of Francis: the hearth was beating at an incredible rate IN FRONT OF HIS EYES, the lungs inhaled and exhaled air very fast and the intestine was a terrifying mess strolling around the cut.

Applebloom broke down in a right cry : she screamed

“WHY? WHY FRANCIS ? WHY ? I THOUGTH THAT WAS A SIMPLE OPERATION ! CLOSE ME! CLOSE ME! LET ME GO HOME! LET ME GO!”

The sane part could not stand anymore: it overcome the mind stalkers and took the needle and the thread fast, and said

“It wasn't my fault! Hold on, you will be out of here, just don't..”, he could not end the phrase that Applebloom tried to crawl away, damaging her organs, in a desperate attempt to escape from him.

Francis could not stand this, and took from her back, hold her down, placed the organs in again and sewed the chest cut with a fast pace.

"Doc.... It hurts... help...." Said Applebloom sobbing.

"It wasn't my fault, now keep calm and relax: it will hurt less."

"Ok...", then she returned in her sobbing

The operation passed then to the whole reason : the sinews.

Francis took the extremities of the broken sinews and united it with the thread, then he closed the cut, placed a series of bandages and said

“It's done, you can go”, but Applebloom didn't moved, instead, she stood still on the bed, with her eyes wet of fear and trembling.

Took from pity, Francis took her in his arms and tried to calm her down

“Calm down, it's finished, it's all finished" said with a smooth voice, then he felt the Applebloom's hooves around his neck: he took it for an hug and smiled.