"It's just down the hall, sir." Smiling at the masked stallion, who nodded her way, Holly Wreath turned tail and began to walk down the hospital's hallway, her hooves clip-clopping against the floor to accompany the noisy rooms they passed by. Her clipboard lay against her body, gripped to her white outfit by her light yellow wing. Biting her lower lip, she took a sideways glance to her left and found the owl mask glaring past her. Noticing her gaze, it turned to her and her blood about turned cold.

Swallowing a lump down her throat, Holly regained her composure and grinned, "So.. uh, are you family?"

The stallion leaned his head back slightly, humming before replying, "Mmm, yeah. We're cousins."

Holly, intrigued, prodded, "Oh? Where are you from?"

He turned to his left and to his right, then leaned forward to stare at something for a split second. Returning to his prior position, he responded cheerily, "Manehattan!"

Holly's face lit up, and she took a moment to look ahead of herself to make sure she wasn't about to hit something, then looked back at her companion and beamed, "What part?" She suppressed her wings' urge to spring up in excitement, "I'm from Beekcolt Place!" Continuing onward, she waited for her answer as the duo resumed their stroll down the hospital wing. Licking her lips idly, she turned her head to find that the stallion was pointing down the left wall with a jerk of his head.

"Is he there?"

"Yup! Uh..." she unfurled her left wing and dropped her clipboard onto her waiting tail, which flailed upward and launched it over her head, which she caught with her teeth and spat into her now-raised left forehoof. Looking to her companion to see if he had been impressed, Holly's face fell as she found him continuing to stare at the coming patient's door. Frowning, she pouted to the floor, told him, "Room 213," and then stood straight when he spoke up.

"Hey, I've gotta.. tell him a few things about his family back home, so if you mind..?"

Holly sheepishly grinned, "Oh, of course! Once we get down there I'll give you two some privacy." She cleared her throat, "I uh, I know it's supposed to be confidentiality and all, but I'm curious. Is it anything bad...? If you don't mind telling me, that is. Sorry if it's–"

The red stallion raised a hoof, chuckling underneath his mask, "Don't worry, it's alright. His uh, his dad got hit by a train while he was applying for a job."

Holly raised a hoof to her mouth, gasping in shock, "Oh my gosh that's horrible!"

He flailed a hoof, "He's alright though. I mean... as alright as you can be after getting hit by a fu–" he bit his lip, "freaking train. I've just gotta tell ol' Iron Sights to head on back to see him once he gets outta here which will be... when exactly Miss...?"

Holly blushed, "I'm Holly Wreath! Sorry! Who are you?"

The owl pony scratched the back of his neck and glared at the ceiling above his head, "Uh, my name's Brown Streak." He cursed instantly in his head. Fuck.

Sure enough, Holly giggled into a hoof, her nurse's outfit shaking violently as she struggled to stow her coughing fit. Wiping her lips, she beat her chest aggressively and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, it's dusty in here." Noticing that he had stopped, Holly swiveled her sights to her left, realizing that they were at the door leading to Iron Sight's hospital bed. Brown Streak reached up to the door, but was halted as Holly practically shouted, "Let me get that for you!"

Brown drew his neck back in surprise, but returned it as he noticed her extremely embarrassed expression. Nodding toward the door, he watched as Holly clicked the knob open with expertise and pushed the door in with the silence of a church mouse. Stepping into the room, she and Brown Streak were met with the sounds of a heart monitor beeping at a quiet pace. Making sure her hooves were in a like manner, she looked at Brown and waved a hoof at Iron Sights, who lay on the bed with a brace on his neck and around his back. His eyes shut, he sank his head into a pillow as Holly began to exit the room with a quick, "I'll give you two a few minutes and I'll be back."

The door shut softly.

Now alone, Vanoss raised his head toward the ceiling and rolled his eyes with a groan. Letting the mask jolt back down to glare at the floor, he lifted it and stared at Iron Sights in silence. Sighing into the air, he reached into his crotch and pulled out his Pistol .50. Cocking the slide back with a hoof, he stood menacingly in the light of the white hospital room.

Outside, two ponies and a pig sat on the grass, impatiently glaring up at the window of their target's room with glares on their brows. Growling, Wildcat kicked at a loose pile of grass and felt no satisfaction as it sailed a few feet away. "Goddammit when the fuck is he gonna do it already? He's been in there for like five fuckin' hours."

"He's probably jerkin' off in the bathrooms again–"

Wildcat raised a hoof Nogla's way angrily, "That was one fuckin' time, Nogla! I didn't know he was in there!" Ignoring the Irishman's deep laughter, he shook his head and began to pace furiously. Slowly creating a trail in the green pasture, the pig bickered to himself for a little over three seconds before diverting his anger to the small colt leaning against a tree. Smoking his cigar in peace, he narrowed his eyes as Wildcat cursed, "Hey Lui! Get yer monkey ass over here! We've gotta get the hell outta here once Evan's done, there's gonna be no time for fuckin' around!"

Lui got up, walking toward the duo as he asked, "What, Vanoss isn't done yet?"

"Fuck no. You'd think it'd be easy!"

"We literally just told him to go in there and kill the guy in the coma! How the hell is he not done yet?!"

At that moment, all three heard the sound of glass breaking, and stared straight up the hospital walls to find something smashing against the window. As it completely blew apart, their eyes widened as Vanoss fell down toward the trio, his legs flailing around violently as he screamed at the top of his lungs...

...his body currently and completely on fucking fire from head to toe. Landing with a hard crunch by his friends' hooves, he attempted to drop and roll, seeing as how he'd already stopped, but found no success and continued to yell in pain. Scrambling to his side, all three of them pulled out fire extinguishers and began to spray him clean. His charred fur sticking to the rest of his body, Vanoss threw his owl mask off his head and lulled his tongue out, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. Gritting his teeth, he moved his head up and down for half a minute before leering up at the skies and yelling.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK."

Wildcat tossed his extinguisher to the ground, shaking his head as he laughed, "You fuckin' dumbass bitch, how in the hell did you fuck that up?!"

Vanoss scurried to his hooves, swiping the air around him angrily as he did so. Bearing his teeth, he reached for his owl mask while Nogla spoke.

"What, were they pumping steroids in him before you went in?"

"Shut the hell up, Nogla." Placing his mask back onto his head, the Canadian coughed into a hoof and reached into his crotch. Retrieving an Egochaser, he began to unwrap it, but found himself making a loud fuss as he noticed how shaky his grasp was. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to peel the candy bar's covering off and started whimpering from a sudden onslaught of stress. From behind him, he heard laughter that slowly rose in volume, then promptly jumped as a pink hoof snatched the Egochaser out of his hoof.

Sitting on his rump, Wildcat ripped the wrapping off with a clenching of his teeth and a whip of his head, then began to eat as noisily as was humanly possible. Vanoss turned toward him with an unavoidable glare on his mask.

"What the fuck's goin' on in there?!"

The owl and the pig looked to the hospital with sudden shrunk eyes. Across the field, coming from the main entrance of the building, was the telltale sound of a sadistic and bloody struggle. As the group looked from one another, only one culprit could be placed as the aggressor. Lui, who stood at the front of their makeshift viewing parallelogram, began to step back in caution, almost stepping on his own tail in the process a few times. Nogla, who was behind Lui, saw what his friend was doing and mimicked his movement.

Screams, thumps, and screeches flew from the hospital, all growing in strength until swiftly, finally, the front doors simply found themselves launched clear across the grass in a cloud of dust a half mile away. Now in a horizontal line facing the right side of the door, Vanoss, Wildcat, Nogla, and Lui could only watch as a freshly pissed Iron Sights ran out from the building, his body armor fresh with blood and his teeth bore so tightly they could see their white coloring almost five yards away.

Looking around, Iron pressed his gloved hooves into the grass underneath him, his crossbow whirling about freely on its pivot point connected to his saddlebag. Starting a low growl, he soon issued a war cry and reared up on his hindlegs, kicking his fores around before kicking off toward town with a menacing demeanor in both his step and his sight.

Author's Notes:

Can I just mention that, despite my never having played MGS:V yet, DD is the fucking greatest animal in a video game ever apart from Fallout's Dogmeats?

LOOK AT THIS BADASS MOTHERFUCKER.

P.S. Also that Far Cry 4 reference is next chapter! Led you on, sucker! 9/17/15

P.P.S. Happy birthday, Outta My Mind! Thanks for everything guys! It's been a great year so far, hope you all stick around for this all to be finished! From what I have planned, we're almost reaching the halfway point with this chapter! 9/21/15

God I don't like my writing anymore. I wrote this author's note like two weeks ago when I first started this chapter. I'm gonna write a blog once I release this.