Doctor's Appointment

"I'm tired of seeing you like this," Thundershot had snapped at her, leaving Cloudspree confused and agitated. Her brother was supposed to adore her, not speak to her in such a harsh tone-- Spree bristled at the remark.

"Shut up," she'd hissed back, baring her teeth at her older sibling. "You don't know what it feels like--"

"Of course I don't know how it feels!" he roared, earning an unnoticed flinch from his sister as he paced back and forth, glaring daggers at the floor of the expensive suite. "You don't let anyone help you! I'm the only one that even knows you've got this injury-- and that's all I know! You won't take any treatment and-- for Celestia's sake, I've mentioned this so many times-- your wing is only getting worse!" He looked up to find his sister's cerulean eyes, bright and glassy with an unfamiliar wetness. She was gnawing furiously at her lip, blinking away the tears. Never, never, never had he raised his voice st her. When their mother had died and their father unwilling to raise them, they had grown inseperable.

Such a sight had struck a chord in Thunder, who felt rueful regret and guilt for snarling at his sister. Softly, he had neared her and said,"I just don't want to see you hurt anymore.

"Sure. That's why you just screamed at me, right?"

Silence. And then, a quiet answer:

"You aren't invincible, Spree."

And that was how Cloudspree somehow found herself before the Canterlot Hospital after much persuasion and begging from her brother. She hurriedly trotted inside, setting up the quickest appointment she could that day. She was soon shown to a room by a young nurse with a green mane and an odd cutie mark. She sat on the cot, nodding rather curtly as the nurse told her another one would be soon assigned to her. Staring up at the ceiling, she silently cursed her brother for not letting her call in a house doctor. Bastard, she thought darkly.

Mae Breeze trotted down a sparkling white hall, making her way to the stairwell. Her hoofsteps had a familiar bounce to them, for she had not stayed up too late last night and was in a particularly good mood. She passed a colleague, and nodded a greeting as she walked by.
Soon she arrived at Room 473, where her patient, a beautiful crimson-maned pegasus, sat in a cot, looking rather annoyed at something. Mae put on a grin and approached her, placing the clipboard she had been holding on a desk.
"Hi! My name is Mae," the earth pony announced, with a bit more enthusiasm than she had meant. "How're you feeling today?"

How am I feeling today? How am I feeling today? Like shit, you idiot, like Celestia-be-damned buffalo shit. Why the hell else would I at this stupid hospital? Cloudspree growled mentally. "A proper lady does not speak with vulgarity," her aunt's words sounding in her mind. Outwardly, Spree pressed a tight-lipped smile onto her lips and pulled her hair to the side.

"Not too good. My wing," Cloudspree said, cocking her head toward her injury, "it's been aching lately. I can't move it, can't really do anything with it. It's been hurting a lot more than usual." She crossed her front hooves and an icy glare slipped into her eyes. "It's been like this since I was a bit older than just a filly. I don't expect you to be able to do anything about it; my brother just has nothing better to do than send me to the hospital and steal the whole suite to himself and his latest girlfriend." Oh, god. No, this wouldn't do. Cloudspree was feeling vicious. Hateful. Completely and utterly venomous. If she opened her mouth again within a couple seconds, she'd curse the hell out of this nurse-- Cloudspree wasn't here because the nurse had forced her, her brother had. There was no point in exploding at someone who wasn't even involved.

But she really, really needed a punching bad right now.

And-- and besides, this nurse was kind of asking for it, wasn't she? Looking all cheerful just to mock Cloudspree. All adorable and squishy and stuff-- it reminded Cloudspree of bunnies. And bunnies seriously didn't suit Cloudspree's mood right now. Darkness and gloominess and mass murder and that evil Changeling queen suited her mood right now. This nurse was obviously just being obnoxiously happy to irk her right now. Such a thing should be punishable by death. And more death. 

Actually, that thought kind of cheered her up. Yay, Cloudspree thought darkly.

Mae blinked as the mare forced a smile onto her face. Yes, she was definitely annoyed at something. She mentally shrugged; it was nothing she hadn't seen before. Some ponies just didn't like doctors and nurses and the hospital in general, and she could tolerate that.
Mae listened carefully as the pegasus explained what had been bothering her physically, and as she continued, telling Mae about her annoyance with her brother. Ah. That must be the problem.
"Could you lie down on your stomach so I can see your wing, please?" she asked, grabbing her clipboard and starting to quickly scribble down a couple sentences in her loopy, neat handwriting.
"Do you know what caused it? Flying accident?" she inquired politely. She had to be gentle when asking questions like these; the pegasus could be sensitive about the subject and any interrogation-type asking could lead to not getting any answers at all.