>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!"
>She then leans in and whispers in your ear "And maybe you can give me a ~special~ checkup later"
>She massages your crotch, then flies out the door at the speed of rape
>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."