>While Twilight was still in the hospital recovering, you took it upon yourself to go to her library to find some books on physical therapy
>If Twilight really was hell bent on you being her coach, then you should probably look into the subject
>Didn't want to make matters worse than they already were
>You take another sip of your coffee as you continue turning pages, preparing you for what lies in store for the months ahead
“Most ponies undergoing physical therapy will need help doing simple tasks, such as walking up stairs or taking a bath.” You read aloud from the book
>You just hope Twilight knew what she was getting into when she asked you to handle this
>Always being there, day and night
>Little to no privacy
>Probably would have been easier to have someone you didn't know bathe you rather than a close friend
>You down the rest of the coffee as you put the book down for the night
 
>Walking to the kitchen to put the mug away, you almost trip over one of your bags
>Your belongs were scattered around the library
>You really did need to put those away in your new room downstairs sometime
>That was also Twilight's idea, by the way
>She figured it would be easier for you to work with her if you moved into the spare room in the basement
>All things considered, you really couldn't complain
>And she did have a point
>What if she needed help getting to the kitchen or the bathroom late at night and you weren't there?
>Running some water in the mug, you sigh as you pick up some of your things and begin to make your way downstairs, determined to make progress in unpacking
>Besides Twilight would be out of the hospital soon and the last thing you wanted was for her to come back home to see that you've trashed the place
>A few trips upstairs and back down later, all of your shit was now nicely in one giant pile at the foot of your bed
“Meh, I'll get to it later.” You say to no one in particular
>You collapse on your new bed
>Feels oddly like the one at your house
>But you assume since there's only one store that sells mattresses around here, that a lot of beds in Ponyville probably feel the same
>Not wanting to waste anymore brain power on it you shut your eyes and let sleep take you
 
>A week later, you finally finished your required reading and even managed to find time to unpack all of your bags
>This was surely worthy of a Klondike Bar
>You head upstairs and take another once over of the tree house
>Then another one after that, making sure that not even a throw pillow was out of place
>Today was, after all, the day Twilight was getting released
>And you suppose the first day of work too
>After the fifth time you walk through the house you're convinced that that everything was in order
>You slip your shoes on and make your way to the hospital
 
>Walking through the white, sterile hallways you've grown accustomed to, you find the room flawlessly now
>Turning the door handle, you poke your head in to make sure you weren't interrupting anything
>Twilight has a slight pained look on her face as the nurse is slowly easing her into the wheelchair
You knock slightly on the door as you push more of your body through the door, “Hey, I'm not interrupting anything am I?”
>Twilight's ears perk up at hearing your voice
>Her pained look is instantly replaced with a gleeful smile, like a child learning about Santa Claus for the first time
>“Of course not Anon! Come on in.” She requests, still looking as happy as ever
>Getting all the way in you noticed that Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were also here
>Guess the others had work or something else to do
>“Hey Anon.” Rainbow says while Fluttershy offers a smile
“Hey.” You respond to both of them
>The nurse prepares to go behind Twilight's chair but you interject
“I've got it covered.” You offer, as you stand behind the purple mare and begin pushing
>Pushing Twilight down the hallway you eyes glance down to her foreleg
>With the cast gone, a long scar now adorned the arm
>There was also a slight indentation beneath the scar
>You tried not to look at it since Twilight let you know multiple times how much she hated it
>But you didn't mind the way it looked
>You liked it actually, made her look more distinct
>You would tell her that but you were afraid even mentioning the scar would be enough to set her off
>So for the time being you would just keep your mouth shut
 
>You leave Twilight with her friends for a moment as you walk to the front desk to deal with the paperwork of transferring her over to your care
>Quickly skimming through the papers you put your signature and date on the required lines
>Another paper caught your eye, something about refusal of a physical therapist
“Excuse me.” You get the attention of the nurse behind the desk, the same one that was being a stickler about visiting hours, “What does this one mean?”
>She sighs and scoots forward, “It means that she has refused to have physical therapy and that any complications she has that could have been avoided with physical therapy, the hospital is not responsible for.”
“But I am her physical therapist.” You offer
>“But you don't work for the hospital and you're not an actual PT so that's why this paper is necessary.”
>She pushes the page toward you again
>Sighing you sign it and return the paper and pen
Returning to Twilight, you place your hands on the handles once more, “You ready?” You ask, leaning down
>Twilight nods ecstatically, “Yes.”
>Seems like she was as ready to get out of here as you were
>Fluttershy and Rainbow say 'goodbye and goodluck' as you two wave them off