(In)sane

Prolouge

The stifling air around her had the acidic, clean smell of a hospital, the smell that Pinkie Pie hated beyond anything else. It brought back memories of when her beloved GrandPie was diagnosed with pony cancer, a rare disease that only affected 10% of the pony population. On summer break, Marble and Limestone were away with friends that fateful day, and Pinkie, being the oddball in the family, had no one to stay with during vacation. So she was stuck on the rock farm with Ma and Pa. She can still faintly remember the frantic phone call, rushing over to the Manehatten hospital with her parents, the moment of panic when her 12 year old self saw her favorite grandparent with tubes running through her, the monitor barely beeping. And then, with tears staining her pretty pink face, she kissed her grandmother goodbye one last time. The heart monitor went silent. Pinkie Pie shook her head, ridding herself of the horrible flash backs. No need to worry about that any more. GrandPie was in a better place, now. She opened her eyes slowly, preparing to shout out a question to the Cake's downstairs about why it smelled like some pony had spilled cleaning supplies all over the place, when she stopped. She couldn't talk. There was something covering her mouth. Ahh! What is this! What's going on? Did I forget to not put 10 sticky marshmallows on my pillow so I wouldn't get hungry when I slept? She tried to move her hooves to her mouth to remove what ever it was, but found she couldn't move! She was wrapped up in some thick material! Thrashing around wildly, and discovering she was stuck to the bed also, Pinkie began rationalizing with herself. Okay, Pinkie! Nothing to worry about here! You're okie-dokie. Just cause you can't talk or move doesn't mean anything bad happened! Heck, it could just be Dashie playing a prank on me! Yes, that's it! But wait..where am I?! Between discovering she was mute and paralyzed, Pinkie had missed the fact that she was in a different place all together. This wasn't Sugar Cube Corner! In fact, she had been onto something about this placing smelling like a hospital-because it was one! It was an ultimately bare room, with a metal table top to her left with a glass of water and pills on the side, and a steel door directly in front of her bed. Holding still for a moment, Pinkie checked herself as best as she could for injures-she didn't feel hurt. So then was was she here? And wrapped up tightly up like a chimmy cherry changa? Oh no! She didn't have cancer like her grandmother, did she?! Suddenly the steel door opened with a quiet click. Pinkie craned her head forward to get a view of a white mare with a bright pink mane and white uniform-Nurse Redheart-walking towards her solemnly, and, she noticed, hesitantly. Was she contagious? Nurse Redheart came up and stood above Pinkie, a syringe held in her hoof. "Oh, well, hello Mrs. Pie. Glad to see you're, uh, awake." She awkwardly moved over to the table where the medicine was and carried it to the bottom of the bed, laying out along with other drugs from her bag. Pinkie Pie was so dumbfounded by the events unfolding before her, that she didn't protest when her mask was taken off and a hoof-full of pills were spilled into her mouth. A stream of water followed, not a drop missing. She swallowed. Ouch. It hurt. There were to many pills and not enough water, and Pinkie wasn't used to taking this many at one time. When she regained her breath and composure, she turned(as best she could tied up) to the nurse who was currently in the corner of the room, arranging the curtains and letting in more light. She could hear Mrs. Redheart whispering to herself, something about the tacky design on the fabric. "Excuse me?" Pinkie Pie's voice came out louder then she anticipated, and her ears flattened against her head when it echoed through out the room. Mrs. Redheart slowly turned around, diverting her attention away from the light source. There seemed to be fear etched ever so slightly across her face. "Umm," Pinkie Pie continued, lowering oher voice so as not to scare her, "Why am I here? Am I sick?" The white mare's eyes flickered and she walked to Pinkie, keeping her distance as well. "I guess you could say that, but don't you remember what you did?" There was a snarl at the end of her words, and Pinkie Pie started to answer,"No! I have no-" but that's when she saw the clear words printed out across the nurse's name tag. Hi there! I'm Nurse Redheart!~ Canterlot Asylum :)