Everything felt numb. His body felt like it wouldn’t move as Sonic’s mind was swimming in between being awake and unconsciousness. There was a black colored rubber mask on his muzzle supplying his oxygen and a strong sedative was luring him to sleep.

Ever since he was brought here stallions and ponies in medical scrubs were taking samples from him and preforming tests. Now they were in the OR as it turned out his left foreleg was broken. Must of broken it when he first got here to this world.

Soon surgeons wearing the usual surgical gowns and masks came into the OR to check on their patient as he was close to going under. The anesthesiologist began to increase the gas as the hissing and Sonic’s muffled breathing became louder and more heard to him. He felt gentle rubbing on his left foreleg as he was slowly breathing in the gas and began to close his eyes.

Was he going to be ok? What will happen when he next wakes up? That didn’t matter to Sonic right now as he wanted to close his eyes and fall into a deep peaceful sleep with no pain or anything while hearing himself breath from the anesthetic machine he was hooked up to.

Soon everything began to get hazy and Sonic got more sleepy. He tried to fight it, but the gas was too strong before Sonic completely closed his eyes and directed off to dreamless sleep as surgery had begun.