Title:           Cokeponi part 2
Author:          MekkannaMarksman
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First Edit:      Friday 25th of April 2014 09:54:23 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 25th of April 2014 09:54:23 AM CDT

>You paused for a beat
>Drugs
>Doesn't seem right at all
>"Wouldn't one of you doctors have asked me this yesterday?"
"Drug tests take a bit to get through"
>You shrug
>"To be frank, I'm not really a friend."
"Was your friend on drugs?"
>"Well I wouldn't know. I wasn't doing a line with him when he smashed his car into mine."
>Silence for a bit
"Fair point."
>More silence
>"Why do you ask?"
"I'm sure you can assume why."
>"Was he?"
"Just a bit. But probably enough to mess with his senses. It varies per person.
>The dude's coekponi starts growling a low audible tone on the top of our head, probably not happy with what the doctor was saying
>"Is that why you guys wanted me over during first light?"
"Not first light. We're not in the army. Didn't think you'd take first thing in the morning so literally."
>The elevator doors open and the doctor walks out, seemingly undisturbed by the question he asked.
>You follow closely behind him as he slowly makes his way towards the ward the dude's in.
>Oh
>There's a cop on standby
>You didn't think the police would be necessary seeing as to how the dude just got out of a coma
"Why were you so keen on meeting him in the first place again?" the doctor whispers over to you, right out of the officer's earshot.
>"Didn't you guys want me to come see him first thing in the morning?"
>The doctor doesn't reply as he nods at the officer.
"He'll be visiting for a short while
>The officer nods in reply, not saying a single word
"You may have half an hour."
>" 'May.' So much for visiting hours"
>The two say nothing as you enter the ward
>You shut the door behind you
>Ward's brightness was set to half
>Apparently the dude's alone in the ward
>Curtains covering the window
>Cokeponi leaps off head and gallops over to the bed
>The dude's just lying there on his bed
>his eyes open and staring ahead
>His cokeponi climbs the side of the bed and settles down, it's hooves tucked under itself, looking like a miniature loaf of bread
>The same way some cats would sit actually
>You pull up a small chair next to his bed
>Not wanting to rush the poor man, you wait there in silence
>The silence lasted for about five minutes
"Hey..uh..."
>"Anon"
"Yeah...Sorry about the mess yesterday, mate.."
>You hold up a hand, signalling that it's alright and that he need not apologize any further
>"Insurance coverage."
>The dude turns his head over and stares at you for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of what you just said, before his face broke into a small smile
"That wasn't where I was going, but alright."
>You shrug
>"Well, what were you gonna go on about?"
>Silence hangs between the both of you, with seconds seeming like minutes passing by
"Coke"
>At first you assume he was going to talk to you about the alleged cocaine use.
>But instead he reaches out and pats his little coekponi on the head.
>The little cokeponi murrs lightly in response
"But yes, I may have been on a little during the drive"
>"What"
"Yes, you heard me"
>He picks up his coekponi and brings it close to his face
>Squeezing it lightly, he plants his lips onto the coekponi's muzzle and starts draining the liquid inside it slowly.
>He stops after consuming a quarter of the liquids inside the little poni
>You just watch as he sets the mini coke horse back by his sides
>The dude's face and eyes just light up, his fingers twitching lightly as a smile spread across his face
>"Ahhh... I needed that."
>His little cokeponi was smiling just as wide as his master, and snuggled into his side.
>"So were you or were you not on cocaine when you were driving yesterday?"
>The dude chuckles weakly.
"Maybe"
>You frown lightly.
>"Seriously though."
"That would be your job. Try to find out if I was."
>"The doctors claim you were."
"In which case I was."
>"But were you really?"
"Maybe."
>You saw no point in pushing that question further
"Listen, Anon... I may be here for a while, but only for as long as you visit me."
>"What is that supposed to mean?"
"For as long as you visit me, I will remain here."
>"You make it sound like it's my fault"
"Maybe it is."
>"But weren't you the one who was on cocaine?"
"I said maybe, not yes."
>"If you really were, I'd like to see how patient your lawyer would be with you answering questions like this."
"You a lawyer, mate?"
>"Maybe."
>At that answer, the dude just cracks into laughter. His laugh was the loud, nasal kind of laugh, like his nose was punched in.
>He sounded exactly like he was high.
>"I didn't now cocaine would last that wrong."
"It could be cocaine."
"Or it could have been the sugar in good ol' cokey here"
>he says as he gentle strokes the top of his Cokeponi's mane
>The little thing was curled up, fast asleep, but it was smiling lightly in it's sleep.
"You're going to have to hold onto her for me."
>"Wait, why?"
"Just a request, from one bloke to another. Please mate."
>You hesitate. It was his cokeponi. It wasn't your responsibility to hold onto her
>if it was a her in the first place anyway
>"Maybe."
"Mate, don't be an arse. Come now, just hold onto her and just visit from time to time. At least until this all blows over."
>"You make it sound like you're gonna be here forever."
"Maybe. HAH! Right back at you."
>"Are you for real, mate"
>He nods, his smile turning into a smug little grin.
"But seriously though, hold onto her for me. Until I get discharged at least."
>"But you said for as long as I visit you, you'll stay here."
"With cokey, at least. I mean I can stay here for as long as I can. The food's good, the money probably won't be mine to spend if the police are keeping me here under supervision or anything"
>"I don't think that's how the law works."
"You calling me a criminal, mate?"
>"I said no such thing."
>"I say it'd do you good to just leave here as soon as you can, if you want to avoid a huge medical bill."
"Pfffftt, Mate, money's no big problem for me."
>You feel more and more certain that the dude was on cocaine, and would probably have access to more given this statement.
"I think"
>You start to doubt a bit
"Maybe"
>"You know, I could imagine your lawyer caving your face in in frustration."
>The dude just chuckles again.
"Whatever man. I mean, if I'm paying for a lawyer, I'm sure he can put up with my shit."
>"I pity the man you'll hire."
"That IS if I need a lawyer. The doctors may have found drugs in my system, but that doesn't mean squat once I'm out and have everything clear."
>"Drugs can remain from 5 to 7 days in your excrement."
"What you just said is excrement."
>"I'm serious."
"And I'm bellatrix. Avada~"
>You sigh
>"So when is the next time you want me to drop by?"
"You actually DO wanna drop by?"
>"I need your statement for my insurance claim later."
"Ouch. But yeah, maybe two days from now. Maybe then, for sure you'd know if I was on crack."
>The dude picked up his cokeponi ever so gently from his side as to not wake her up and slowly but surely stretched across his bed to pass it over to you.
"Keep her for me. Please."
>You shrug and take the cokepony. You keep it in the same pocket that milkponi was in, not more than 2 hours ago.
>"I didn't quite get your name though."
"You can call me whatever you want."
>Knowing that you could take advantage to call him names, you decide not to as it would bring no benefit but humour.
>"Maybe I'll call you Joe."
"Joe it is then."