Title:           Cokeponi part 3
Author:          MekkannaMarksman
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First Edit:      Saturday 26th of April 2014 12:39:15 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 26th of April 2014 12:39:15 PM CDT

>Before any of you two could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
>You two turn towards the door, which opened after another couple of knocks
"Your half an hour is up, Anon."
>Not wanting to defy the authorities, you just nod.
>"Be catching you later, Joe."
"Yeah, sure. Drop by again sometime later"
>he says, winking at you before waving at his cokepony who was waving back from your trouser pocket.
>You get up and stride towards the door.
>The officer holds the door open for you as you pass him
>he closes the door after you leave and goes back to standing guard.
>You take the elevator down in silence, noting the floor Joe's on
>While conversing with the doctor earlier you didn't really get the chance to know what floor Joe was on.
>Daylight was filtering in through the doors of the main entrance when you exited the elevator doors.
>The doctor and the nurse from earlier were not around.
>You shrug and leave the hospital, waiting outside on the curb for a cab.
>A few minutes go by, your cokepony retreating from the top of your head into your trouser pocket with Joe's cokepony to escape the slowly increasing temperature of the morning, before a cab stops for you
>Son of a gun
>It's the same cabbie with the eyebag bagging line
>"I would have assumed you've gone home to get some rest."
"Twenty years."
>You get aboard and give him your address, to which he takes off immediately
>the rest of the journey was rather uneventful
>The morning traffic was starting to back up
>The trip elongated slightly as the cabbie took a detour, but nevertheless you got home anyway.
>You pay your fare and head up your driveway
>Your milkponi was sitting there on the doormat with another milkponi, probably free from the collection depot
>the two cokeponies jump out of your cargo pants' pocket and hug the two milkponies, which you assumed was a sort of welcoming
>you unlock your door and step inside
>Before you could close the door behind you, your phone rings
>The doctor from the hospital's on the line for you
>"Calm down boys, the commander's on the line"
>A shame Red Alert 3 wasn't that successful of a game.
>You fish out your phone from your pocket and hold the door open for the four ponies to come in
>"Hello?"
"Anon?"
>"Yeah?"
"Have you left the hospital?"
>"Yeah."
"Did the patient say anything to you?"
>"Is he not speaking to you guys?"
"Nope. He can talk, but I assume he doesn't really want to"
>"In which case yes, he was talking to me."
"Anything in particular?"
>You try and think of what to tell them.
>"He was quite resistant when I asked about if he was under influence
"You weren't supposed to ask him that."
>"I didn't know. Anyway, he seems to know that you've done a drug test or something,
"Of course, we're supposed to. You could use this if you ever bring this case to court."
>"That's a first I've heard of a car collision ending in court."
"Init?"
>"He told me to come visit him again later. Never said why."
"Will you be coming to visit him?"
>"Maybe. I don't know what his motives are."
"He seems much more energetic now now that he's woken up."
"Or rather now that you've left"
>"Maybe I'm just better at talking and helping people out."
>Silence on the other end.
>"And what are you implying by 'or rather now that you've left"
"I'm not implying anything, of course."
>"Then why mention it?"
"Are you saying that because you feel a bit off because of that statement?"
>"No, are you?"
"What?"
>"Back at you."
>You chuckle, but the doctor apparently found no humour there.
"So aside from the request that you visit himi again, was there anything else?"
>"Pretty much nothing else really, aside from the fact that I want him out of there quickly because of insurance claims."
"Right, he wrecked your car."
>"Yeah, pretty much."
>Silence on both ends
>"How long is he probably gonna stay there?"
"Will you tell him how long he's going to stay if I tell you?"
>"You could have told me not to tell him earlier."
>You settle down on your couch after finally closing your door. The four ponies just laze about around the house as you continue your conversation with the doctor.
"I would assume that when a doctor tells someone of a patient's state, the person being told would keep it quiet if it were something personal."
>"I think I needed to know if he was under influence because he bashed into my car. So, in a way, it's personal for the both of us."
"Not as personal as a drug allegation."
>"According to you that is. And what do you mean allegation? You said it yourself that he was on drugs!"
>You lean back in your couch and put your feet up on your coffee table, which to your milkponies' disapproval.
>Silence on the other line
"Anyway, he'll probably staying for as long as we can conduct drug tests on him until it all runs out. Think of it as gathering diminishing results to determine a starting point."
>"What. So you can use that starting point to tell when he was on drugs?"
"Precisement."
>"Please don't french."
"Variety is a slice of life."
>You refrain yourself from saying puta at him, because someone who knows french would most likely know a bit of spanish as well
>you guess
>"In which case, I won't tell him then. About how long he's going to stay that is. He himself wants to stay in the hospital."
"Does he think that the city would pay for a druggie's stay at a hospital?"
>"Hey, you're getting to know him so well already. Also, alleged druggie."
"I'll call you again later with updates. If he's out within the next couple of days, maybe then you can get your insurance claim."
>"I'm in no hurry I guess. Except taxi fares are abugger."
"Sucks to live in the city, yeah?"
>"Without a car, pretty much."
>You can hear a laugh on the other line.
"We'll see what we can do."
>The both of you bid each other farewell and hang up at roughly the same time
>You get off your couch and pick up your milkponies to put in the fridge.
>Cokeponies can stay outside. They stay cool longer than milkponies
>Also, bad milkponies taste really bad
>It's like liquid cheese
>the bad kind liquid cheese
>You open the door and put them in
>The two wave at you as you close the door, smiling at them
>The two cokeponies were running around like hyperactive kittens all over your house.
>You never really noticed earlier, but Joe's cokepony seems a little...fuller than usual
>And you don't mean quantitywise, but what's actually in the quantity.