The Violet Revolution

“Well, we finally arrived! Kasimira told Violetta as she looked at the camp.

“I’m tired Kasimira, I've been walking all day and the only moment that I had the chance to rest was a 30 minute nap while you packed.”

“Don’t worry,” Kasimira nudged the filly with her nose. “Let’s go to my tent so you can rest, I have to speak with Commander Hans though, so you’re going to be alone for a while. Will there be any problem?”

Violetta let out a long yawn before she answered the question at hand, “I understand Kasimira; I just honestly want to sleep.”

“Okay little filly, the tent is just over here. Come on! Follow me.”

Violetta entered the tent; it was full of odd looking contraptions that made her even more tired for some reason. She was just about to ask Kasimira where she was going to sleep when, all of a sudden, an alarming yell from the camp was heard.

“Help, we need a medic!”

Kasimira looked at Violetta with a concerned look as she said, “Eh, well leave the backpack on the ground and sleep on the mattress in the corner of the tent. I’ll return in a while, so keep calm.”

The filly retreated to the mattress as she watched Kasimira leave the tent in a rush. She started adjusting her body on the mattress as she prepared herself for a long slumber. Kasimira grasped the necklace of her mother firmly remembering the last words she said. She started crying but her fatigue led her to fall flat on her face as she started sleeping.

“Nurse Kasimira, thank Celestia you are finally here!” Commander Hans eagerly told the mare as they walked towards the field hospital.

“Just look at this place Commander, it’s completely devastated! What used to be a bustling city is now reduced to pitiful rubble. On my way back, so many corpses were to be seen, not only that, the formerly clear river of Fransik is now red. I can’t imagine what will end this war knowing that this was just the second battle.”

Commander Hans stopped suddenly as a tear came in his eye. Memories of the last battle kept haunting him. How he hated such a war, yet what can he do?

Kasimira noted the Commander melancholy as she asked him, “Commander Hans, what’s going on?

Commander Hans was quick to reply as he landed a disturbing glance to Kasimira, “If you think this is horrible, you cannot imagine what it was like in East Vladizfoal. I will tell you the horrors I lived that day, but in another moment, attend the injured stallion right now.”

Kasimira gave a last glance at Commander Hans as she could see the unicorn leave towards his tent at such a depressing trot. Kasimira could only imagine what happened that day but it was irrelevant for the moment. She rushed to the aid of a stallion that was bleeding from a brutal head wound. This was going to be a long night.

“What happened to him?” Kasimira asked a tall white unicorn nearby.

The unicorn responded in a heavy, Slavhoovian accent, “Our Company was ordered to occupy the city center when all of a sudden; we were ambushed by the EarPA. As we started firing, an explosive device was thrown into the building. It caused my hind leg to be wounded by the falling debris and my friend received the head wound from the explosive’s shrapnel. It’s a miracle that we managed to return at all!”

Kasimira approached the severely injured stallion’s wound, it would require surgical procedure if the stallion were to survive. Immediately using her horn, she flew over a tray with various surgical utensils. Kasimira cleared the table he was lying on so she could start.

No experience in her life had prepared her for what she was about to do. She was going to do the surgery, regardless of her knowledge. She looked at the patient’s friend and then looked at the sky.

“Come over here and hold him down,” Kasimira said to the stallion. “What I’m about to do will bring much pain to him, so hold him down as best you can.”

The stallion with the broken limb made his best attempt in reaching the table. As soon as he reached the table he immediately did as the nurse asked. He placed his forearms on the injured stallion as Kasimira commenced.

She then carefully levitated the scalpel and made the first incision on the stallion’s forehead, immediately he started screaming. Kasimira’s concentration wasn’t affected by his screams however, as she continued making the incision. Finally, she finished the incision, now what? She stared thinking for a moment and then glanced at the patient’s friend.

She pulled out a pair of forceps using her horn. This was the hardest part, yet she knew she could do it. Using her horn to levitate the forceps, she started extracting the shrapnel slowly. The stallion let out an agonizing scream as she continued pulling it out. Kasimira could not imagine the pain the stallion was experiencing. The extraction was complete and the screaming stopped. What was next?

Now she had to clean the injury. Kasimira started flushing the wound with water. She then covered the wound with penicillin so the wound wouldn't get infected. Apparently the stallion’s pain had reduced as Kasimira started sewing the wound up. The needle entered the stallion’s flesh, in and out, in and out, she finally finished.

“Done,” Kasimira happily said as she stroked her long, black mane.

“Good gracious, Nurse! I must say you did a bloody good job!”

“Thank you,” she looked at her clock, it indicated 10:23 P.M. “Sorry to end this conversation, but it’s time for me to rest.”

The patient’s friend bowed and started patching up his friend. Nonetheless it was late as the Slahoovian night could clearly demonstrate. She left the field hospital and directly walked to her tent.

Upon entering, she could see little Violetta curled up in ball sleeping on the mattress. A smile rose on Kasimira’s face, just seeing the filly tranquilly sleep made her content for an inexplicable reason. Kasimira placed her medical bag on the table and slowly removed the heavy, cream colored trench coat and her fur hat. It was time for some rest as her body could demonstrate. Afterwards, she approached the mattress where Violetta was and immediately fell asleep.