Life in Ponyville begins!

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…white… black… white… Close eyes, black, open eyes, white… Lines… Squares… Black lines between white squares… It’s patterned… Same size, going away. Breathing. Brea-fucking ow… torso hurts. Need to slow your breathing. Okay, good… where are you?

You take your time to assess what’s going on… you can’t move. There’s something binding you to this table. Legs, torso, arms… well, your right arm is. Your left is in a swathe, bandaged from your knuckles to the shoulder. Oh God your stomach… it feels like there’s nothing in there, yet it’s grinding against you. Wait, you’ve never bought an IV… this isn’t your room…

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