The in-patient ward was alive with sound; a symphony of machine clicks and beeps, wheezes and susurrations of air ventilators. The halls were filled with such sounds.
Being a small community hospital, Ponyville Hospital didn’t have very many wards, so many of the adult surgery patients were mixed in with the patients that would normally be housed in Intensive Care. But since that Ponyville Hospital was no bigger than the hotel building it converted from, and because the closest hospital was the large teaching hospital in Manehattan, it didn’t have the resources for a separate ICU ward or the time available to send patients to a more specialized hospital; thus, the patients were mixed into a single ward. Resulting in a crescendo of noise that could rattle the brain of anypony who listened for too long.
Twilight’s Room, however, was quieter. There was only one machine beeping, one machine chirping, one machine wheezing, and one pony on one hospital bed.
Twilight was laying on her back, unconscious and with her head turned to Spike, her dragon assistant, who was sitting in a chair off to her side and nervously watching her heart monitor. Strands of her lilac hair clung to her face, matted down and tangled from the rain and from being shuffled around as the doctors tried to resuscitate her, while several tubes snaked around her left hoof and carried fluids into her veins. Another tube ending somewhere deep inside her throat was connected to a machine that made her chest rise and fall at a steady rhythm.
Spike didn’t know what caused Twilight to end up in the hospital. He remembered waking up to a lot of commotion in the library’s foyer, and when he made his way downstairs Twilight was already being carried out by Rarity and Pinkie Pie. He followed them all the way to the hospital, asking several times what had happened, but neither Rarity or Pinkie would tell him, and by the time they had reached the hospital he was told to stay in the waiting room until while the responding residents worked on her.
By the time he was finally allowed to see her, she had already slipped unconscious and had to be placed on life-support just to keep her vitals stable. Now Spike didn’t know how to feel, watching his mentor and best friend laying motionless except for her mechanical breaths. All he knew is that it made his chest feel tight, like something was pressing against his diaphragm, and it caused him to only be able to take short, shallow breaths.
My plan is to get this chapter done by the end of the month. Since it's like 80%^ done already I just need to stop being lazy. But just knowing people are looking forward to it is some extra motivation.
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