Title:           Broken Wings, Chapter 11 - Clear Headed
Author:          MisterElGuapo
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First Edit:      Sunday 17th of June 2012 08:20:54 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 17th of June 2012 08:20:54 PM CDT

>Man, you’ve really screwed the pooch, Anon.
>In ALL ways.
>You struggle to catch your breath as you run down the moonlit road, trying to catch up to…
“…Applejack? Rainbow Dash?”
>You stop as the two mares turn to face you, the looks on their faces the textbook definition of serenity.
>AJ: “Oh, hey thar’ Anon.”
>RD: “Listen, Anon, we were talking…this whole situation is messed up, and…”
>AJ: “We decided that we don’ need ya.”
>Your heart sinks to your gut.
“W…what?”
>RJ: “I mean, what do we need you for?”
>Dash turns to Applejack, giving her what you can only describe as bedroom eyes.
>AJ: “Especially when we’ got each other…”
>Man…
>Words cannot describe the levels of dafuq you experience as the two mares start making out in front of you.
>I mean, they are REALLY going at it.
>You just stand there, pokerfaced as the two loves of your life start rutting in the middle of the street.
>That’s when you notice the erect phalluses growing between their legs.
>Are…are they leaking pasta noodles?
>…
>WELP.
>THERE’S JUST ONE THING LEFT TO DO.
 
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“AAAAAHHHHH!”
>You awake with a start.
>Man…what a nightmare.
>What smells like tomato sauce?
>”You know Anon, the staff sleep room is for hospital staff ONLY…”
>You groan and rub your eyes, your limbs waking up from a night spent on an impossibly small bed.
“W…wha? Doctor Horse?”
>The brown stallion glares at you as you sit up.
“Wait…how did I end up here at the hospital?”
>”Well, don’t call me an expert, but I’d say you came down with a severe case of toomuchicus drinkus.”
“It’s too early for me to interpret your smart-assery, Percival.”
>Hehe. Percival. He hates it when folks use his first name.
>He bristles a little as he opens the blinds, assaulting you with the light of day.
>”The charge nurse said you staggered in here in the dead of night, reeking of alcohol, and promptly passed out in here.”
>You groan as you try to remember what exactly happened last night.
>You remember the events in the restaurant.
>You vaguely remember going to the Hay Seed…
>End of file.
“Sounds plausible…”
>Horse frowns as he comes back around, watching as you adjust your ruffled formal wear from last night.
>”So, care to tell me what happened now or before that hangover hits?”
“Hangover? What ha-“
>Ow.
>Owowowowowow…..
“Nevermind.”
>You sigh and rub your head, wincing as Dr. Horse sits across from you.
“Seriously, it’s a long story.”
>”In my experience, long stories usually involve women.”
“Hmph…yeah, I guess they do.”
>Horse offers you a cup of coffee, something you accept with gusto.
>It’s lukewarm and tastes like shit, but you are completely out of fucks to give.
>”So, you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“What if I say no?”
>”Then I have you arrested for trespassing in a restricted area.”
“Point made…”
>With a heavy breath, you relay your story, starting with the events at the funeral.
>To his credit, the doctor listens intently.
>Even if he is a bit of a prick.
>As you finish up, Horse reclines and stares at you like you just sprouted a third eye.
>Man, you could really go for some Gorilla Munch…
>”You know, Anon…I think I figured out something about you.”
>You lean forward.
“What’s that?”
>The stallion rolls his eyes.
>”Anon, remember that time we got shitfaced with that patient in for alcohol poisoning?”
“Yeah, Berry Punch. I’m amazed we got away with it. That reminds me, how is she?”
>”We’re expecting our second foal in two months.”
“Congratulations.”
>Horse smiles a little as he leans forward towards you.
>”As I recall, you got so drunk on cognac you spent half the night hitting on her, and then chickened out when she finally responded to your advances.”
>You hold up your hands.
“Hey, in my defense, she wasn’t your wife back then.”
>The stallion waves a hoof dismissively. “My point is, back then you couldn’t make up your mind what you want.”
>You open your mouth to respond, but words don’t come.
>”Think about it, Anon. Over one patient, you quit your career here to start a private practice. You get into a fight with your marefriend and by the end of the day you’ve gone on to Plan B.”
>You bristle a little bit.
“Hey! Now that was…”
>”PLAN B. What I’m getting at Anon is that you have a history of being indecisive and impulsive.”
“Come on now, that’s pushing it.”
>”Oh really? You quit here, but yet here you are. You keep coming back to this hospital. Dare I say, you miss it.”
“I’m quite happy, thank you?”
>”Then why, instead of your own home, you turn up here ranting about a pair of mares?”
>Shit…he’s got you there.
>”Now, I’m no psychiatrist…and I doubt Dr. Hayfever would see you after that whole fiasco with the bridle…”
>You smile. Good times.
>Left a bad taste in that creepy pegasus’ mouth for a week.
>”…but I don’t need to be one. You regret leaving here. You left because leaving was the easy answer. And that’s what you’ve been doing. Taking the easy way out.”
>Your smile fades as you cross your arms.
“Shut up…”
>The stallion stands up, turning to leave.
>”There were two things I learned that night with you and Berry. One was that when it comes to love, there never is an easy way out.”
>Your shoulders lurch. Deep inside…
>You were afraid of that.
>Afraid of making the hard choice.
>Hard choices complicate your life.
>”You told me that where you come from, your patients were big, dumb, stupid animals. You will find your answers much easier if you’d get rid of that mindset.”
>You sigh before looking up.
“Wait.”
>”Hmmm?”
“You said there were two things you learned that night.”
>”Oh, yes…it was a line from one of the movies we watched.”
>You cock your head as the brown stallion doctor leaves, his words echoing into the room.
>”There are a million mares out there, but not many of them will bring you lasagna.”
>A million mares…but…
>”Now either get your ID and get on shift, or get out of the sleep room before I call security. “
>Hmph. Prick…
>You sigh and stand, looking at your disheveled clothing and running a hand through your mussy hair.
>You need someplace to think…one place that always helps you get your head on straight.
>You make your way up the stairs, taking care not to get seen by the staff.
>You come to a door at the very top.
>Roof Access.
>Luckily for you, nobody ever locks the damn thing.
>Slipping out the door, you sit on top of the roof, letting your feet dangle as the world passes by below you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLQH2s3jv3k
>You don’t know how long you sit up there, alone with your thoughts.
>You wonder where they are.
>Applejack is likely on the farm, hard at work at this time of day.
>Rainbow Dash…perhaps she went back to Cloudsdale?
>Or is she still living in your house?
>You wonder if they went by your house this morni…
>Oh hell, you were supposed to have appointments today…
>…
>You hope Redheart is perceptive enough to cancel them for you.
>It’s that kind of perception you rely on.
>Besides, Dr. Horse was right.
>You owe it to everyp0ny to make that hard choice.
>And live with the consenquences.
>You think about many things.
>How AJ and Rainbow make you feel.
>What you want in your life.
>What you’ve given up, and what you want to get back.
>After what seems like forever, you stand up and shield your eyes from the late afternoon sun.
>You head downstairs, get cleaned up and hit the pavement.
>Because, in the end, when you stop and think about it…
>The hard choice isn’t hard at all.
>You walk up to the door, where you bet she is.
>You knock.
>It opens.
>You were right. She is here.
“…I think, we need to talk.”