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The Best Kind of Medicine
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Well now, what’s your name?” A brown stallion in a big, white doctor’s coat asks the filly in the bed.
“I-I’m… Bright Spark…” The small yellow filly manages to say through her coughing fit.
“Bright Spark, is it? A beautiful name indeed. My name is Bezoar, and I’m going to be your doctor today. Now, can you tell me where it hurts? If it’s too painful, just show me on this doll,” he says, holding up a small, raggedy doll with his magic.
Bright Spark says nothing, but she points towards her own chest, gesturing inwards.
“In the lungs, you say?” Bright Spark nods. “Well, you’re being a very brave little filly. We’re just going to give you a quick magical scan, and then I’m going to have a talk with your father about how we treat that nasty cough of yours. Does that sound good?” Bright Spark nods again. “Alright, this might tingle a little…”
---
Doctor Bezoar sits at his desk, going over some paperwork, when he hears a knock at the door. “Come in, the door’s unlocked,” he says, putting away the papers. “Mister Bright Light, was it?”
A dark blue stallion with a light blue mane walks in and sits down opposite the doctor. “Yes, that’s right. How is she? Is she going to be okay? Please let her be okay,” he says frantically.
“It’s… not good news, I’m afraid,” Doctor Bezoar says, “She isn’t responding to any of our treatments, and meanwhile, the cough is only getting worse.”
“B-But, surely there’s something you haven’t tried yet,” Bright Light exclaims, his green eyes wide and tearing up. “I-I used to be a nurse, maybe there’s something I can do!”
“I’m sorry Mister Bright, there’s nothing that you can do to help. Although if it hadn’t been for your caring for her at home, she might not have made it this long.” Bezoar sighs. “It pains me to say this, but… we don’t think she’ll make it through the night.”
At this, the stallion’s eyes widened, and his muzzle hung open in shock. “No… No. No! No, no, no! That can’t be right! You’re lying to me! You have to be! I-I can’t lose her! Please, don’t let me lose her!”
“All we can do now is try and ease her pain. I know this is difficult for you to hear-”
“Difficult!? You’re telling me my daughter is all but dead and all you can say is it’s difficult!? I- You- Argh!” Bright Light screams, before sobbing near-uncontrollably into his hooves. “Why!? Why did this have to happen!? First her mother and now…”
Doctor Bezoar sighs, then starts levitating a bottle of pills over to the sobbing stallion. “Take these, they’ll calm you down.”
Bright Light looks at the pills, reading the label. “A-anaesthetic? I don’t-”
“They say that the best kind of medicine is the kind where you’ll never get sick again,” Doctor Bezoar says with a pointed look at Bright. “Unfortunately, I only know of one way that that can happen.”
Bright Light looks at the doctor, then back to the pills. Nodding, he takes the bottle in his own magic and walks out the door.
---
Beep… Beep...
“H-hey there Sparky. No no, don’t move, I’m coming over,” Bright Light says, walking into the clean white room.
“The doctor just talked with me and…” Bright Light hesitates, then looks at the bottle of pills in his magic. After about a minute of looking back and forth between the bottle and his now pale yellow daughter, he says, “H-he gave me this new medicine. Said it works wonders! You take it, go to sleep, and then when you wake up, everything’s fine!” He wipes at his nose with a leg, giving her a pill that she quickly swallows. “E-Everything’s going to be fine…”
Beep… Beep… Beeeeeeee-
---
“Time of death: Zero-one-nineteen hours. Cause of death: Drug overdose,” Doctor Bezoar mutters as he looks through the glass and sees Bright Light take one… two… five pills at once. He shakes his head, turns, and walks away, a single tear falling to the clean white floor.
“Well now, what’s your name?” A brown stallion in a big, white doctor’s coat asks the filly in the bed.
“I-I’m… Bright Spark…” The small yellow filly manages to say through her coughing fit.
“Bright Spark, is it? A beautiful name indeed. My name is Bezoar, and I’m going to be your doctor today. Now, can you tell me where it hurts? If it’s too painful, just show me on this doll,” he says, holding up a small, raggedy doll with his magic.
Bright Spark says nothing, but she points towards her own chest, gesturing inwards.
“In the lungs, you say?” Bright Spark nods. “Well, you’re being a very brave little filly. We’re just going to give you a quick magical scan, and then I’m going to have a talk with your father about how we treat that nasty cough of yours. Does that sound good?” Bright Spark nods again. “Alright, this might tingle a little…”
---
Doctor Bezoar sits at his desk, going over some paperwork, when he hears a knock at the door. “Come in, the door’s unlocked,” he says, putting away the papers. “Mister Bright Light, was it?”
A dark blue stallion with a light blue mane walks in and sits down opposite the doctor. “Yes, that’s right. How is she? Is she going to be okay? Please let her be okay,” he says frantically.
“It’s… not good news, I’m afraid,” Doctor Bezoar says, “She isn’t responding to any of our treatments, and meanwhile, the cough is only getting worse.”
“B-But, surely there’s something you haven’t tried yet,” Bright Light exclaims, his green eyes wide and tearing up. “I-I used to be a nurse, maybe there’s something I can do!”
“I’m sorry Mister Bright, there’s nothing that you can do to help. Although if it hadn’t been for your caring for her at home, she might not have made it this long.” Bezoar sighs. “It pains me to say this, but… we don’t think she’ll make it through the night.”
At this, the stallion’s eyes widened, and his muzzle hung open in shock. “No… No. No! No, no, no! That can’t be right! You’re lying to me! You have to be! I-I can’t lose her! Please, don’t let me lose her!”
“All we can do now is try and ease her pain. I know this is difficult for you to hear-”
“Difficult!? You’re telling me my daughter is all but dead and all you can say is it’s difficult!? I- You- Argh!” Bright Light screams, before sobbing near-uncontrollably into his hooves. “Why!? Why did this have to happen!? First her mother and now…”
Doctor Bezoar sighs, then starts levitating a bottle of pills over to the sobbing stallion. “Take these, they’ll calm you down.”
Bright Light looks at the pills, reading the label. “A-anaesthetic? I don’t-”
“They say that the best kind of medicine is the kind where you’ll never get sick again,” Doctor Bezoar says with a pointed look at Bright. “Unfortunately, I only know of one way that that can happen.”
Bright Light looks at the doctor, then back to the pills. Nodding, he takes the bottle in his own magic and walks out the door.
---
Beep… Beep...
“H-hey there Sparky. No no, don’t move, I’m coming over,” Bright Light says, walking into the clean white room.
“The doctor just talked with me and…” Bright Light hesitates, then looks at the bottle of pills in his magic. After about a minute of looking back and forth between the bottle and his now pale yellow daughter, he says, “H-he gave me this new medicine. Said it works wonders! You take it, go to sleep, and then when you wake up, everything’s fine!” He wipes at his nose with a leg, giving her a pill that she quickly swallows. “E-Everything’s going to be fine…”
Beep… Beep… Beeeeeeee-
---
“Time of death: Zero-one-nineteen hours. Cause of death: Drug overdose,” Doctor Bezoar mutters as he looks through the glass and sees Bright Light take one… two… five pills at once. He shakes his head, turns, and walks away, a single tear falling to the clean white floor.