Tequila slowly opened his eyes and immediately shut them, the sun blinding him. He moved his tongue around his mouth and grimaced at the disgusting taste. He tried to speak but his muzzle was buried in the dirt. Someone was stroking his back.
 
“You’re okay.” Came the deep familiar voice. Weak and drowsy, Tequila fell into a dreamless sleep.
 
He woke up again, the light much easier on his eyes this time around. He looked around himself and took in his surroundings. A cold purple room, barren walls, an adjacent bathroom. His bed was stiff, as was his blankets. The room smelled like harsh cleansing potions. He sighed, he was in a hospital. As soon as he attempted to move he felt the pain and winced, and noticed a weight on his arm, a cast. He also took notice of bandages on various parts of his body, and from what he could feel, a missing lower incisor. He knew there were spells and potions available to quick-heal his injuries, and the fact that he was still wounded meant someone had given the order to let him heal naturally. He suddenly got a bad feeling. Unable to move much without pain, he reached a wing over to the nurse call button and pressed it. At least his wings weren’t injured.
 
An elderly nurse pony walked in, a bored sort of smile on her face. “Good morning Mr. Sunrise, how are you feeling?”
 
“Like shit.” Tequila snapped irritability.
 
“Would you like another pillow?” The nurse asked with a frown. Tequila faultered.
 
“What? No! I want you to tell me which hospital I’m in.” He glared at the pudgy mare.
 
“St. Lux.” She replied with an odd smile.
 
“St. Lux? But that’s-“
 
“Yup,”. The nurse cut him off. “Welcome to rehab Mr. Sunrise.”
 
Tequila was stunned for a brief moment, then he rubbed his head with his good hoof, grumbling to himself about the situation.
 
“If you have any questions, feel free to call me.” The nurse said.
 
“Yes I have questions, fuck. Who brought me here?” Tequila asked, visibly disgruntled.
 
“The ambulance.”
 
“No, who admitted me?” Tequila snapped rudely.
 
“I’m not at liberty to say.” The nurse frowned. Tequila cursed under his breath.
 
“I need to call someone.” Tequila spoke.
 
“You can make calls after 9am.” The nurse replied. Tequila was about to ask another question when the nurse spoke.
 
“I’ll have someone bring you breakfast. Do you need anything else?” She seemed to be rather disinterested. Tequila, despite wanting to say more, didn’t know exactly what to say. He wanted to argue but held himself back.
 
“No.” He huffed. The nurse promptly turned and left his room. He sat staring out the window for a moment. The quiet room made his chest burn as anxiety set in.