>You walk into the living room and get down on one knee, right in the path of the running cokeponies.
>they come to an abrupt stop, Joe's cokepony almost bumping into your knee
>You chuckle and gently pat the pouting little cokepony on the head
>Your own cokepony almost crashes into Joe's cokepony, but skids lightly, kicking up a small cartoon-ish puff of dust
>You pat your cokepony on the head
>"Sorry for interrupting your game of cat and mouse here. But I need to see you for a moment."
>You say as you look at Joe's cokepony
>The little thing nods vigorously, still as full of life as ever
>You bring your hand down and scoop it up, it's belly held gently in the palm of your hand with its hooves dangling off either side of your hand
>You stride over to the your window, the sunlight pouring in as noon befalls your city
>You hold the cokepony up, letting the light filter through the confused little mare.
>You let your eyes focus through the glass at the bubbly dark liquid in the soft, glassy body, trying hard to look past your almost unnoticeable reflection
>You squint, wondering if it's just your eyes that's seeing something extra in the liquid
>You get down on your knee again and gesture with a finger for your cokepony to come over to you
>The little ting scampers across the floor towards you and you repeat the same thing you did to Joe's cokepony, but with the other hand
>getting back up on your feet, you compared the two ponies
>aside from Joe's pony being less in quantity compared to yours, there really is no difference between the two.
>Which reminds you
>You were thirsty again
>You set Joe's cokeponi down and gently stroke the both of their heads.
>As you were about to take a drink from your cokeponi, you hear a knock on your door.
>You head on over to the door, wondering if you could actually just ignore Joe in hospital and just continue with your life
>Minus the car of course
>When you open the door, you knew for sure that was not an option.
>Two officers stood upon your doormat, their faces serious and grim
>"Yes officers, may I help you?" you ask, unsure of what's about to happen
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to come with us." One of the officers say.
>The officer's were exact mirror images of each other, the only difference being the names on their nametags
>The one that spoke had the name Baker
>The one trying to take a peek inside your house as you look at his nametag was Collin
>They parked in your driveway, that you could see.
>The copwagon was idling, it's engine still running, probably to keep the car cool in the hot afternoon
>"What is this about?" You ask.
"It's about your visit to the hospital this morning."
>You sigh.
>"You mean the trip this morning where the doctor asked me yesterday to visit him?"
"Yes. Now please, come with us. Just a few questions will do."
>"Am I going to have to go down to the station?"
"If you want us to take you there, we surely can. But we have other things to do, and it's blimey hot out here. So we'll do the questioning in the car, if that's alright with you."
>"No that's not alright with me."
"That was more out of courtesy than choice, now please, step in the car."
>The two officers shift aside, leaving the center open for you to walk through.
>You shrug and ask the two cokeponies to stay put, to which they nod and continue their little game of cat and mouse.
>Officer Collin held the front passenger door open for you, obviously wanting you to sit in front.
>Not for the air-conditioning
>But merely for security's sake
>You set yourself down
>Collin sat in the seat behind you
>Baker sat in the driver's seat
>the three of you sat in silence for a bit, you not making eye contact and just staring through the windshield.
>But in the end, you had to break the silence.
>"So what is this about again?"
"Your trip to the hospital this morning." Collin chimed in from behind you.
>"I mean, is there anything in particular about the trip?""
"Well, yes. The patient, who refuses to give us his name, had a drug test taken again after this. I'm sure the doctors at the hospital have told you that they're taking samples periodically to monitor the amount of drugs in his system." Baker turned in his seat to face you. "There was an anomaly this time when the test was taken."
>"And what be that?" You turn your head over at him.
"When compared, the initial drug test taken and the new drug test taken both show that he has the same amount of drugs in his system."
>"Wait, what? Wouldn't it have slowly gone down since he was admitted in?"
>Baker's tone went deeper, as if he were going to mumble a prayer.
"I don't know. Why don't you tell us?"
>You stare at him blankly, unsure of where this is going.
>"What are you implying?"
"Well for one thing, as time goes by, yes, drugs would be slowly released from the system." Baker made a few hand gestures which you took to be someone pissing.
"Specifically cocaine in this case." Collin calls in from behind you.
>"Okay. So what does this have to do with me?"
"Don't be daft."
"Yeah." Collin says. He places his hands upon the headrest of your seat and leans in, "How else could his drug levels stay the same when he's been in hospital for well over a day now, and his only visitor was you?"
>"Wait, are you saying I brought drugs to him?"
"We didn't really ask that. We asked how else his drug levels could stay the same."
>"And I answered theoretically."
"You're one of those kind of people aren't you?" Collin says, patting you on the shoulder.
>"Well, I live with what I can. And to be fair, the officer didn't search me or anything before I went in."
"We had no reason to suspect you'd be bringing anything to aid the patient."
>"Joe."
"What?" The both ask in unison.
>"I don't know, I just call him Joe. You two should call him Joe as well, no fussing over 'The patient' like it's an epidemic or something."
"Nevertheless, we're going to ask you based on your answer earlier, did you bring any drugs over during your visit?"
>"Any man who'd bring cocaine to a person fresh out of a coma would be a murderer himself."
"The current level of drugs in his system are insufficient to actually kill him, but enough for him to experience the high."
>"Would that explain why the doctor said he was cheery after I left?"
>You try not to tell the two that he was cheery halfway through your visit.
"Pretty much." Baker sighed.
>"Are you sure I was the only visitor?"
"We checked with the officer at the door and in the visitors' logs. You were pretty much the only one aside from doctors and nurses."
>You glance behind at Collin, before turning back to Baker
>"I don't believe you. There's no way."