One Shot: The Plight of a Doctor

>You are Anon

>Doctor extraordinaire 

>Well, not really 

>Before you came to magic pony land, you were just some guy.  

>But here, the injuries are relatively mundane, and having actual fingers makes helping them a million times easier. 

>Papercuts, a twisted hoof here and there, and the occasional wig sprain was the extent of the injuries here. 

>This morning, after getting on your scrubs and stethoscope (which was redundant since the ponies here didn't have hearts, and were made of marshmallow), you begin to take patients. 

>A small filly had come in with a small cut on her knee from a fall, but after a Captain Pony band-aid and a lollipop, she was on her way out. 

>Mrs. Cake came in, complaining about a tummy ache, so you gave her a prescription of one warm glass of milk and a good nap. 

>Yes, the injuries were quite mundane here, but you were happy to do your part. 

>Meeting Nurse Redheart, seemingly the only other pony capable of performing anything medical related, near the water cooler, you sigh. 

"You know, I really do love it here. I help good people, I get paid well, and I enjoy my work. There's noth-"

>You joyful monologue is cut short by someone screeching "ANON!" at the front desk. 

>Sprinting up to the front, you see a quivering purple alicorn lying on the floor in front of the front desk. 

"Twilight? Is that you?"

>You only get a slight mucus coated sniffle, but you know it's her. There's only one purple alicorn who comes around. 

>She may be a princess, but when it comes to anything medically related, she's a complete goober. 

>Sighing, you crouch down. 

"What is it this time Twilight?"

>Raising her head, she gestures to her head with a wing. 

>"My ear...*sniff*...it's broken..."

>Looking at her finely groomed mane, you don't see any blood. 

"What are you talking about?"

>"Well, *sniff*, I woke up this morning, and my ear was gone. *Sniff* I didnt know what do to, so I came straight here."

>Pushing a few locks of hair apart, you take a look. 

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>Contrary to her belief, her ear was not broken, simply folded backwards over itself. 

>Standing back up, you heave, yet again, a deep sigh. 

"Twilight. This is the eighth time this week. You need to stop overreacting."

>Raising her head, she sniffs a large glob of escaping mucus back into her nasal prison, and wiped a tear away. 

>"But...my ear!"

>Reaching down, you flick her ear back forward into place. 

>Springing upwards like a rocket, she quickly checks her ear in the mirror, and squee's in happiness. 

>"Oh thank you thank you thank you Anon! You're the greatest doctor ever!"

>Flying out the doors, you heave your trademark sigh, and go back to the water cooler. 

>Nurse Redheart gives you a sly grin, and says "You were saying?"

"Shut up."