>Twilight sure has a lot of questions.
>She's asked about our history, our evolution, our society... well, everything I could remember.
>And thankfully everything but anatomy.
>"Thank you for this information. Will you be up for more questions tomorrow?" Twilight says, closing her notebook, which is completely full.
"Yes, but only if you answer one of my questions." You say, booping her on the nose.
>You couldn't resist.
>Seriously, you've been wanting to do that all night.
>"Ooooooooookaaaaaaaaaaaaaay..." Twilight says, rubbing her nose. "What's your question?"
"How did you stop the virus from taking over?" You ask, no longer joking around.
>She lifts your sleeves with, uh, magic (?) and points to your wrists.
>One looks mostly smooth, but with a minor scar.
>The other, the one that was bleeding, looks like it was hastily cauterized.
>"I performed a sort of dialysis on you." She said, grabbing the tea that was on my bedside table, courtesy of the hospital staff.
>She pulled the liquid out of the glass and made it float through a magic barrier.
>Tea went in one side, water came out the other.
>After all of it was through, the trapped particles in the barrier were vaporized in a burst of flame.
>"I figured you were suffering from ingesting a sort of poison. The way you were coughing up frothy liquid certainly seemed like it." She said, returning the water to the glass.
"Wow. You must work here."
>"No, I just study magic for my mentor."
>Strange.
>Studying for your mentor seems... counter-intuitive.
>Well, she must be good at her jo-
>Hey, wait a minute.
>Only one of your wrists was cleanly cauteriOH GOD DAMN IT
>No wonder I was bleeding in the forest.
"Would you, by any chance, have something to do with me almost bleeding out?" You say, leering at her.
>"I... uh... I should get these notes to the Princess!" She says, packing everything into her bag.
>Looks like someone really does need a ment-
>Did she just say Princess?
"Wait, who's the Princ-"
>Too late, she's gone.
>Looks like you should turn in for the night.
>That questioning took a lot out of you.
>That, and the whole anemia thing.
 
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>Light is creeping in through your eyelids.
>Today is another day.
>You get to talk to Twilight again,
>You can get some food (finally),
>And you might even get to meet royalty.
>Well, pony royalty.
>That's still good, right?
>Yeah, that's still pretty badass.
>You slowly open your eyes, to make sure you adjust properly.
>"Subject has revived, I repeat, subject has arrived," Says a stern, male voice.
"Hey whoa who are y-"
>"Beginning procedure."
"What procedure?"
>You open your eyes completely, and try to get up,
>Oh shit, you can't move.
>You've been tied down to what feels like a metal slab.
"What the fuck is going on here?" You say, gazing around you.
>8 ponies dressed in surgical gear surround your table.
>"Do we have the proper equipment?" asks one of the doctors.
>A scalpel, a pair of medical clamps, a few hooks, and a sharp rod pass over you.
"Is this surgery or something? I don't think the anesthesia worked on me." You say, trying to wriggle out of your restraints.
>"All equipment is present. Ready to begin dissection."
>Oh fuck.
"Hey, hey, whoa, I don't think this is necessar-"
>"Nurse, please gag the subject." Says another doctor, levitating a scalpel out of the equipment tray.
>A rag floats toward your mouth.
"Oh hell no." You say as you begin to shake the table, trying to break free.
>The rag floats away, and your body is suddenly covered in a large magical aura.
>You can no longer move.
>Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohsh-
>"Beginning first incision."
"WAIT NO, NONONO, I KNOW TWILIGHT SPARKLE."
>"Subject claims to know the Princess' apprentice." Says another doctor, who might be recording this "experiment."
>Holy shit that actually did something.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see a larger figure enter the room.
>"Should we continue the experiment?" A doctor asks while rushing over to greet the new entity.
>"Ignore his protests," A strong female voice says, "Your loyalty is to your princess."
>"Of course, Princess." replies one of the doctors, readying his scalpel.
"Wait, I'm innocent! I'm not going to hurt anyone!" You plea, shaking in your restraining belts.
>The scalpel isn't slowing down.
"Please, STOP! DON'T DO THIS!" You beg, your heart pouding a million miles an hour.
>He is giving absolutely zero fucks.
>The blade is unhindered, it's razor-sharp edge bearing ever closer.
>Looks like you really are at the end of your rope.
 
>The scalpel slowly begins to cut into your chest, just below the sternum.
>The pain only intensifies as it goes deeper.
"DEAR SWEET GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!" You yell, trying as hard as you can to kick out of your restraints.
>He begins to drag downward toward your stomach, ever so slowly.
>You scream as loud as you possibly can.
>Nothing.
>He finishes his inscision once it reaches what feels like about 12 centimeters.
>One of the hooks begins to float over to the cut.
>This time, you scream for Twilight.
>You know it won't help you, but it's worth a shot.
>Maybe she's still in the hospital...
>...
>Still nothing.
 
>The hook begins to steadily slide into the slit in your chest.
>The cold steel slides past your organs, sending an ungodly sensation through your body.
>Oh god please make it stop please please please please
>The doctor makes sure it's placed carefully.
>Oh shit no please don't do what I think you're about to do.
>He pushes down slightly, with the pointed tip of the hood facing outward.
>Oh please god do not pull up.
>You brace yourself for a pain which you're sure is worse than anything you've ever faced.
 
>It never comes.
>Instead, a flash of light makes him pull it out as all the other surgeons try to cover their eyes.
>"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PRINCESS?!"
>That voice...
>Holy shit Twilight to the rescue.
>"What are you doing to Anon?! This is awful!" She says, rushing over to me.
>My incision glows and is flash-burned, quickly cauterizing it shut.
>It burns like hell for a moment, but an unnatural sensation quickly replaces it.
>Fuck yes, magical painkillers.
 
>The surgeons attempt to tackle her, but she quickly teleports and lands on my operation table.
>She grabs the scalpels and spiked rods off of the medical tray and hurls them into the wall behind the doctors, discouraging them from coming any closer.
>"Twilight Sparkle, what is the meaning of this!? Get down, right now!" Said the princess walking boldly towards Twilight.
>Twilight is steadfast, her body statue-like.
 
>"Twilight, I order you to leave, NOW."
>This time, she turns the whole table towards the Princess.
 
>"If you want to hurt Anon, then you're going to have to go through me!"