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You’re checked in to Ponyville Hospital, recovering from a fractured hoof for a few weeks. You know you’re sharing your room with another pony, though for the past three days you’ve never seen them, as their bed is hidden behind a curtain.
 
From what you’ve observed over the past three days and nights, you’re guessing this pony doesn’t ever leave their bed, as diapers and IV bags get traded on a regular basis. At first, you thought they were probably comatose, though the occasional muffled snoring and the rare grunt or moan when being attended to by the staff proved otherwise. The most disturbing aspect was noted during mealtimes, as instead of your normal servings of hospital food, this pony was brought tubes and cartons of what appeared to be meal supplement pastes. Whatever happened behind that curtain during feeding time caused most of the pony’s moaning and whining to occur.
 
It wasn’t until one morning, slowly waking up from a very good night’s sleep, you begin to realize that the curtain for the mystery patient to your right had not been drawn the right way during the nurse’s nightly visit. Still somewhat groggy, you finally take a proper look at the bed next to yours, only to be startled out of your awakening by your roommate’s visage.
 
The annoying, heavy and somewhat itchy cast on your front hoof now seemed insignificant to pony’s all-encompassing cast. All four of his limbs were covered in plaster bandages and stretched out on slings in from of his body, which was also wrapped in the same plaster. His hind quarters were swaddled in a thick pink diaper, the only way he could go and retain even the slightest amount of dignity. What appeared to be a stub of a tail poked out from behind it, showing the stallion has pink hair. A neck brace supported his head, which was itself completely casted up. A small window for a nostril, and a larger window for his eye was all you could see of the grey-furred pony underneath (you assume there are identical windows for the other nostril and eye). Seeing that his muzzle was completely sealed shut explained a lot about the muffled moans and feeding tubes. On the far side of his bed, an IV bag hung with a line into his casted leg. How it went in you couldn’t be sure, but it probably was for his pain.
 
And now that visible green eye was awake and staring at you with what appeared to be a feeling of tired annoyance.
 
You realized that you’d probably been snoring up a storm every night, driving the poor incapacitated pony up the wall. A tired snort and a quiet grunt made you realize how long you’d been staring in awe at the body-casted stallion.
 
Now that your roommate has finally been revealed, what do you do next?