(Albert's note: I don't know how he wrote this so fast and I don't care, lol all writing credit goes to my friend, Aubergine (whom doesn't have his own account) oh well, live and let live anyone?)

Chapter Two

"I'm your number one fan"

Reality was fading in and out.
"I 've read all of your books"

He could make out the face of a mare.
"I'm your number one fan"

His memory flooded back. The car crash, the loud, painful shout.
"Where am I?", stuttered the Dr who found he was laying in a bed.
“Somewhere safe”, said the mare.

With clearer vision than earlier he found that the mare had a purple coat with an even darker mane.
“You’re Dr. Whooves.”, said the mare with a satisfied smile upon her face.
“Well, yes. I do believe I am.”, said Mr. Whooves sarcastically. He couldn’t be bothered to answer questions like these, there was a much more worrying question in his head. How the hell did he go from his burning carriage to what appeared to be a parlor?

“Oh! Goodie, my name is Twilight Sparkle. It is such an honor to be able to take you in. For you really must be a gift from Celestia.”

The room was octagonal in shape, with three long windows to his immediate right. A door was directly across from his bed post, ajar presumably from when Twilight came in.
“Why am I here?”

That was a retarded question. Of course he knew why he was here, his fucking body was practically useless. He felt sharp, severe pains all throughout his body, especially through his back legs. He glanced down through squinted eyes to see that his legs were in hastily made splints that hadn’t prevented his blood from pooling onto the white satin sheets of the bed underneath him. Apparently, this fucking pain also made think in swears, a habit he had long since abandoned.

“Because Celestia wanted you to. Oh! I’ve also found this near the carriage...” Twilight dug in the sack lying next to her, pulling out a leather satchel with her mouth.

“Frmph Mrph!” Twilight spit it out onto his lap, “Ta da!”

He recognized the satchel immediately.
“My manuscript..” The Dr trailed off, “Where have I been?”

“About 2 and one half miles due east from here, but that isn’t important. Seeing the crash almost killed me faster than it would've killed you! ‘The Adventures of Daring Doo’ has always been my favorite series, you could ask me anything about it!”, Twilight now had an almost psychotic grin spread across her face, her cheeks obscuring her eyes.

“Yes, Daring Doo, how did you know they were mine?” said the Dr.
“Well who wouldn’t recognize you?” said Twilight, putting stress on the word ‘you’, then twisting her mouth back into the semi-sane smile.

“I, uh, take it that you’re a fan of my work?”
“Of course! How could you not have figured THAT out yet?”, chuckled Twilight, “Maybe you aren’t as smart as I thought before!”, said Twilight, now clutching her mid section and kicking her legs with a wild laughter.

“Uh..” said Mr. Whooves cleverly.
“Don’t feel worried in any way, Mr. Whooves, I majored in several subjects while in Canterlot including Emergency and Long Term Pony Treatment. You’re in ridiculously safe hands.”

“Well.. I suppose I’m very honored too, to be taken care of by someone such as yourself.” A slight grin shot across Dr. Whooves’ face. He felt comfortable here, for now.

“Who would’ve thought that this morning I’d be getting complimented by Dr. Whooves? Certainly not me!”, she crept in closer to his bed, now sitting on the edge.

“Do you have any problems?” She asked as her eyes widened and her smile faded.
“Well... I would hate to insult the woman who I assume saved my life. But I suppose that I am a bit hungry?” Said the Dr, emphasizing the last part.

“Well you are certainly right to assume that! Chopping firewood sure becomes more exciting when a world famous writer crashes nearby! I just followed the noise of the crash. And I certainly could not in good conscience leave you there to die. So, here you are.” Another smile creeping to the corners of her face.

“Thank you. I suppose I cannot thank you enough, really.” said Mr. Whooves.

Twilight stared for a minute, smiling with a hypnotic gaze.
“Oh my! Yes, the food. I’ll go prepare some. Just stay tucked tight!” Twilight skipped out of the room, a sweet smile still derangedly torn across her face.

Mr. Whooves waited in silence for a few moments. After realizing she would probably need to prepare it first, he began to look around him more inquisitively. He noticed a bookshelf to his left, adjacent to the door, stocked with books that had been seemingly randomly placed. The walls and floor were wood paneling, save for the ceiling, with had a white stucco paint layer. Outside, he could see several dark green pine trees with white blankets draping over them. Everywhere as far as he could see was covered in snow, including a silo which was across from the dirt road leading from the front (He guessed) of the house. There was also a rather “vintage” car that appeared to be from the mid-70’s parked in front.

Sleepiness suddenly washed over his body as if he had just submerged in a luke-warm bath. Clearly, he thought, this mare was at least some part crazy. But who was he to judge? She was a devoted reader who admired the author. Surely there’s some redeeming quality in that. After all, he would probably be dead, had it not been for her. Suddenly his eyes felt the need to be clamped shut. He laid down, staring out the window. Judging by the sun, it was hardly noon. Yet he had to sleep. Screw hunger, he was exhausted. He knew this strange new mare would take care of him. Well, not strange. He shouldn’t assume things.

(Editors note: I don't know if anyone bothers to read the notes, but message me if you find anything wrong. Its 11:03 P.M. here so I'm dead tired.. Oh yeah and if anyone cares I'm working on a new chapter for 'The Ponyborn', hehe my stories are so random (except this one (its not even my story) this one makes sense) wow i just did an inception!)