"You're a dick."

"Mister, we are only trying to help you-"

The pegasus sat on top of one of the counters in the room, a glare in his eyes, a permanent frown upon his mask, and his forelegs akimbo in front of him as his hindlegs dangled freely in the air. Looking away from the doctor currently filling up her plunger, Delirious gave a sigh of annoyance.

"Helping doesn't usually involve needles, you bitch," he said, turning to look at Dr. Shaft with a glare.

"Okay, now that's not really that nice-"

"Fuck you."

"Delirious, ya don't have ta be so rude."

Delirious turned his head toward the orange mare, eyes narrowed in anger as she stared at the blue pegasus sitting on the counter, "Dr. Shaft is only trying to help you, and you're just bein' a sourpuss 'bout it."

"I fuckin' hate needles," he spat, arms crossed in annoyance. His eyes shifted around the room, and then he added, "actually, fuck hospitals in general. Not like I even got a fuckin' choice," he assured, looking down at the purple aura surrounding his body.

"This shit fuckin' sucks."

"Please hold still-"

"Fuck you bitch! Don't fuckin' tell me what to do."

"OKAY. THAT'S IT."

Delirious looked down, his blue eyes finding the purple doctor walking the opposite direction.

"I'M DONE. I'M NOT BUCKING DOING THIS ANYMORE."

The group of ponies still sitting next to the doorway stood wide-eyed and jaw dropped in silence as the purple doctor stormed out of the room, shoving her way through the ponies who parted to allow her to leave. She turned left as she exited the doorway, her yells of anguish and annoyance continuing to echo through the halls until the sounding of a door slamming shut was heard.

Their eyes switched to the blue pegasus, who sat in utter silence in accompaniment of them, save for the single hoof subconsciously rubbing his stomach as he looked with disinterested eyes. Noticing the ponies staring at him, he didn't even bother to look at them as he said, "Fuckin' bitch. You can't deal with Delirious, mother fucker."

Reclining back onto the counter, he continued to rub his belly, ears perking up at the sound of a deep Southern twang, "So your name's Delirious?"

The pegasus sat up, turning his head to Mac, mask frowning, "That's right."

"No joke, uh?" Mac replied, nudging his sister with a hoof.

"Shut yet dang mouth, Big Macintosh," she spat.

"You two fuckin' or somethin'?"

The siblings both turned their heads to Delirious, their eyes the sizes of pinpricks as if not noticing the uproarious laughs sounding out from the cyan mare next to them.

"That a yes or a no?"

The orange mare shook her head vigorously, the expression on her face changing into one of annoyance, "That'd be a firm no, Sugarcube. Mac's mah brother-"

Delirious hopped off the counter top, thanks to the purple aura having disappeared when Doctor Shaft had left. As he nipped in a seemingly tired manner, he idly reached a hoof toward his rear, scratching his butt while a loud, meaty-sounding scraping was heard throughout the room.

"Mah fuckin' ass itches..."

The ponies at the doorway suppressed the urge to cringe.

Retrieving his hoof from his rear, Delirious moved it toward his face, squinted an eye at the residue on his hoof, and firmly wiped it on his body the same way one would brush off dust. Turning back toward Applejack, the pegasus yawned, stretching his arms out as he fell onto his haunches.

"God, I'm fuckin' hungry."

It was Twilight's turn to speak as she raised a hoof to help him, "There's a cafeteria in the hospital."

"Thank God, I need fooood."

"If you want, we could grab a bite to eat there so we could get to know you better," Twilight said with a smile.

Delirious got back up, already walking toward the door.

"I need fooooooooood."

Twilight raised a brow, but still smiled in amusement nevertheless, "Well then, let's do it," turning to Doctor Clean, she looked him up and down, adding, "You're welcome to join us if you want, Doctor-"

"I'm, uh... afraid I'll have to refuse your offer, Mrs. Sparkle. All due respect, but I think I might need to go talk to Doctor Shaft and convince her to come back..." Clean said with a wince, ears flattening against his head.

Twilight, mimicking the motion, apologized, "I'm sorry-"

"It's not your fault."

The two ponies looked toward the doorway, finding the other four ponies near it staring at the blue stallion with his head fixated on Twilight.

"Stupid bitch thought she could shank me with her fuckin' needles. That shit's fucked up."

Doctor Clean rubbed the back of his head, still staring toward the ground.

"Heh. Anyway, where the fuck is the food? I need foooo-"

"Down the hall, take a left."

Delirious suddenly disappeared from the doorway at the drop of a hat, the sound of hooves clip-clopping against tile echoing to the room from down the hall as the stallion sprinted to the cafeteria. As the room fell silent, the ponies still inhabiting it looked at one another, before the red Earth pony suddenly broke the ice with a monotone, "AJ?"

His sister looked over to him swiftly, "Yeah Mac?"

"Ah best get back to the farm if y'all are gonna be here. Can't let the fields go unharvested after all."

"Alright, Big Macintosh. Ah'll be over in a few hours, ya hear?"

As he turned to leave, the stallion only replied, "Eeyup," and calmly walked out of the area, taking a right and opening the door, leaving both his sister and her friends behind to do their family chores.

The mares looked toward the remaining stallion in the room, who coughed into a hoof and adjusted his stethoscope, stuttering, "W-well, I uh, I need to get back to work."

"But what of the hospital bill?" Rarity asked suddenly.

"Well," Doctor Clean began, reaching for a clipboard, "we didn't really do too much on the surgery part. As you could see, he no longer had the gauze around his wings when we came in, so I see no reason in putting it back on if it doesn't cause a problem-"

"Oh my Faust! What is he doing?!"

"Bitch, I'm tryin' ta eat here! Shut your fuckin' mouth!"

Doctor Clean blinked in utter silence, a barely-countable smile on his face as he stared in silence, before turning his head toward Twilight, who looked to the left side of the floor and smiled awkwardly, cheeks red with sheepishness.

"There doesn't seem to be a problem with his wings, so I suppose..."

The Doctor trailed off, leaning toward the door and listening for an interruption. Receiving none, he continued, "...so I suppose there's no reason to charge you for something he won't need. As well as the fact that he did not receive the shot we had intended for him, but, seeing as how he's not already spewing leaves out of his mouth, I think he's fine. But, still, it comes down to the cost of him being in a bed that he didn't once occupy...."

"No worries," Rarity said, trotting up to the stallion, "I can pay. It's not.. too expensive though, is it?"

Clean waved her off with a hoof, "No worries, Miss Rarity," he assured, giving a soft smile, "it's only a small sum...."

A small coin-purse levitated into his view, placing itself onto the table with a light blue aura. Looking back up, he found the white mare concentrating on the purse, her horn a-lit in the same blue aura as she asked simply, "How much then?"

"Rarity, you don't have to do this-"

"I will not stand idly by as my friends sacrifice their own wares for the sake of somepony else," she snapped, her mouth scrunched up in an attempt to muddle the situation.

Turning her head, she gave a soft smile, "But thank you for the offer, nevertheless." She turned back to Doctor Clean, who gave her a soft smile that almost screamed admiration.

"How much?"

"Two-hundred."

The coins clattered onto the table instantly, Doctor Shaft raising a surprised brow at the mare being able to pay the usually hefty amount of bits. Every once in awhile he had had to perform the painful action of delivering the bill to un-wealthy patients, but this time he found a mixture of complete surprise, and general appreciation of the mare's selflessness. Looking back to the mare, she struck a pose and lightly touched her mane, commenting, "I'm the Element of Generosity after all. It's only fair."

Applejack rolled her eyes, but remained silent.

"What are you doing?!"

THUMP THUMP.

"AIEEEEEE!"

"Oh my Faust-"

"Shut the fuck up you bitches!"

The ponies looked to one another in silence, a look of worry on their faces, before Twilight spoke up, "Maybe, uh, maybe we should go check on him."

"Of course, Miss Sparkle," Doctor Clean replied with a short nod, seemingly unfazed by what was happening in the cafeteria. Already trotting out of the room, he stopped at the threshold, turned his head, and asked, "Do try to make sure he hasn't made a mess of the ice cream machine. I swear, one of our patients- think his name was Gump or something rather- was all around that machine when he was in here. We had to repair it fifteen times, and I don't want to see it under the bill again. Okay?"

The mares nodded in silence, apologetic looks on their faces. The stallion flashed a smile, before trotting to the right and proceeding down the hallway, the mares following him out but opting to stand in the corridor, looking at each other.

"Well... Ah suppose we should go check on Delirious..."

"I'm sure he's fine."

"Yeah, he seems cool.... if a bit crazy."

"I, uh, I think he's-"

"Well, it's decided!" Twilight disclaimed, giving a wide grin to her friends, "let's get to the cafeteria! It's time to make a new friend!"

The mares gave a mighty "Hurray!" before smiling at one another, trotting toward the mess hall with calm, happy composure, but at a noticeably brisk pace, which slowly sped up until the mares were in a full-on sprint down the hallway, their heads lowered as they passed numerous rooms, doctors and nurses looking toward them with annoyed looks on their faces, before they turned a left, sprinting into the cafeteria with looks of shock on their faces.

"Ya never cease ta amaze me, Sugarcube..." Applejack said with a deadpan, looking toward the far wall of the room.

In the center of a group of nurses, all three currently wailing in disgust, was the blue pegasus, spread-eagled on the tiled white and black floor, a large, silver, metallic machine on a counter providing a torrent of what the mares, who were friends with Pinkie Pie, immediately recognized as chocolate ice cream, the cold treat flowing onto his mask and splattering it dark brown.

"Oh man... it's like God's shittin' in my mouth it's so fuckin' good."

The mares at the entrance, for what was the umpteenth time that day, stood in silence. Suddenly, without warning, Rainbow Dash flew into the air, her expression one of complete disbelief as she yelled, "Are you bucking crazy?!"

And with that, Delirious suddenly threw his hoof into the machine, landing a hit on a lever which stopped the ice cream's flow immediately. Not getting up, he turned his masked face toward Rainbow Dash, who still hovered in the air with her hooves out in a non-believing W shape.

His mask stared at her, brown stains covering the mouth area. And then he spoke in a low tone, as if the question was enough to set him off.

Unfortunately, in this scenario, that was so.

"Bitch, I'm outta my fuckin' mind."