Title:           Warforged in Equestria : Recovery II
Author:          PonyForge
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First Edit:      Tuesday 12th of June 2012 08:58:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 12th of June 2012 08:58:14 PM CDT

> It does not feel like long before the nurse returns.
> She tells you that she needs you back in the room with Twilight.
> You wonder why.
> All in good time.
> You walk through the door back into the room to see Twilight laying on top of the blankets, the wires that were connected to her have been removed.
> She appears to have calmed down completely while you were out.
> She does look uncomfortable though.
> You silently wonder if that is because of her wound or because of you.
> You aren't sure which one to hope for.
> The only thing that stops you from asking is knowing you would hate to hear either answer.
> The nurse pipes up in a rather cheery tone.
> "So just to verify, you are Anonymous correct?"
> You nod.
> The nurse turns to Twilight.
> "And you are comfortable being released to hi-"
> She turns her head to you a look of puzzlement on her face.
> "You are male, correct?"
> You nod again and she turns back to Twilight.
> "Right, anyway. You're comfortable being released into his care this afternoon for the duration of your recovery?"
> Twilight looks confused.
> You know you would look it as well, if you could.
 
"Pardon me ma'am, but I think there may be some form of mistake, I am not Twilight's caretaker."
> The nurse looks over her shoulder at you again.
> "You've been here almost every waking moment of the last eighteen days and you aren't her caretaker?"
> You slowly shake your head.
> "Then why is your name on her release form as her legally appointed guardian?"
> "What?"
"What?"
> Both you and Twilight share the same thought on this one, it seems.
> The nurse begins to walk over to the door.
> "One moment please!"
> With that she exits and darts off down the hall.
> You look at Twilight who is looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
> You meet the raised eyebrow with a shrug.
> Not just a slight shoulder movement, oh no.
> This is a hands in front, palms turned up, "I have no idea what the fuck is going on," shrug.
> Shortly after your brief expression based communication the nurse returns carrying a small stack of paperwork.
> Oh boy, can't wait to not be able to read things!
> You need to learn the written language as soon as you can.
> The nurse brings the papers to you.
> "Ifs vis ore 'ignatore?"
> A raised eyebrow is the only reason you know that was a question.
> You look down at the paper and skim over it until you get to a dotted line.
> You can't read anything on the page but you recognize one thing.
> The mark of your Ghurla on the dotted line.
> You take hold of the papers and look at it more closely.
> The lines are all correct, it's definitely your mark.
> The nurse asks again.
> "So, is this not your signature?"
 
> You look up at her.
"No, it is just an identifying mark."
> The nurse just stares at you for a second.
> "So it's LIKE a signature then?"
> You consider that for a moment.
"Well yes, I suppose it could be but I-"
> "Great! Than it shouldn't be an issue."
> You walk over and place the papers on the bed near Twilight, then turn back to the nurse.
"So what does this entail exactly?"
> "Well we leave the living arrangements and logistics to you two, but basically you just make sure she doesn't do anything to strain the injury."
> Seems simple enough.
> Which means...
"So what is the catch?"
> The nurse looks at you puzzled.
> "What do you mean?
"Nothing is simple, there is always a catch or something to complicate a task, so what is it?"
> The nurse shakes her head.
> "Nothing, that really is all you need to do."
> No quest to find a plant that will cure her of some strange aliment that afflicted her at the last second?
> No need to find and defeat some ancient-evil-in-a-can that some cult summoned for some vague reason that will never be explained?
> Just... take care of her while she recovers...
> Oh wait, that's a complication in and of itself.
> You have no idea how to take care of an intelligent miniature purple unicorn.
> You look over at the bed to see Twilight reading over the papers.
 
"It is entirely her choice."
> Twilight keeps reading through the papers.
> You notice that when she turns a page she does so with a hoof rather than magic.
> Given everything you've seen so far, you figure magic is involved in that in some way, but that's beside the point.
> You'll ask about that later.
> The nurse speaks up from beside you.
> "So Twilight, are you alright with all this?"
> She turns the last page over and looks at the back before looking up at the nurse.
> "Well I don't have a problem with it, I'm just wondering why you have so many waivers here for me to sign."
> Waivers?
> The nurse pipes in before you can state your confusion.
> "Oh that's just standard fare for when we release somep0ny into away care with a member of another race."
> So they release their kind into the care of "other races" on a regular basis?
> That strikes you as a little bit off.
> Perhaps it is because of the common mistrust between races in your home-world.
> You also wonder what "other races" exist here.
> You know humans don't anymore.
> What were those languages?
> Draconic was one.
> So what, did they release p0nies into the care of dragons?
> That would likely explain the waivers.
> Twilight speaks again.
> "For that matter, who asked him to sign this anyway? These papers say, 'For being released into the care of a spouse or otherwise familiar member of another race.'
> Apparently that doctor wasn't the only one to think Twilight was your creator.
> That could actually work to your advantage.
> The nurse replies.
> "I don't really know, I'm just the attending nurse, somep0ny else handles all the files."
 
> Twilight frowns slightly and you hear her murmur something about "inefficiency"
> The nurse must have missed it because all she does is produce a pen and start running through the things that do and don't need signatures.
> Once she finishes she takes the pen and papers back and mumbles through the pages.
> "Ull e elease' la'er 'is 'orning."
> The nurse takes the papers with her and leaves the room.
> You look at Twilight.
> She meets your gaze and speaks.
> "So why did you sign that anyway?"
"I did not sign it."
> She cocks her head to the side and raises an eyebrow.
> "Well, why did you put that mark on it then?"
"I did not"
> Her look of confusion deepens.
> "Well who did than? For that matter, why agree if you didn't even sign it."
> You point at her shoulder.
"I am in no small part responsible for that injury, as such I am obligated to assist in your recovery."
> You have an idea as to who signed it for you but for now...
"As for your first question, I do not know who signed for me, nor do I particularly care."
> You feel like your forgetting something...
> Oh shit, the pseudo-lich.
"By the way, I have a message to give for you."
> She looks at you quizzically.
> "From who?"
> You think back.
> He never did give you his name, did he?
"I do not know his name, but he wished for me to apologize to you for him."
> Her eyes slowly shift left and right like she is looking for something.
> "He isn't exactly descriptive."
> You hesitate to answer while you think of a way to say this without upsetting her.
> After a moment you settle on something you hope will work.
"The one who created the creatures that wounded you."
> You continue.
"He wished for me to relay to you his expressed regret over your injury. He never wished for you to become involved let alone to come to harm."
 
> You watch as her expression goes from confused, to shocked, to angry.
> "Well if 'He' "
> She almost spit that word out.
> "Is so sorry, then why doesn't he come and apologize to my face."
> That was an unexpected reaction.
"He is unable to."
> She doesn't look any less angry.
> "Why? Is he to afraid to face the consequences of his a-"
> You raise a hand and speak.
"Twilight, he is dead."
> She falls silent and her expression slowly changes from one of anger to one of regret.
> "Oh... Oh Celestia... I didn't mean to..."
> She slumps down in the bed.
> "I feel awful now..."
"Do not feel to badly about it, you are well within your rights to be angry with him, dead or not."
> She looks up at you and frowns slightly.
> "That really doesn't help."
> You shrug.
> At least you tried.
"So what arrangements will we need to make?"
> "You just bounce from one subject to another that fast, huh?"
> You nod.
"I have been idle for over fourteen days, I wish to become productive again as soon as I can."
> Almost as an after-thought you continue.
"Besides, the sooner we make arrangements the sooner you can begin your recovery."
> The offers a slight smile and nods.
 
 
> "Alright... Let's get to it than."