"How is she doing?"
The filly heard a kind mare's voice ring through her thoughts. Where am I? She thought to herself. Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift, but she could feel something soft and squishy pressing against her cheek.
Her forelegs felt tied up or pulled back in some kind of rough material, placed across her chest. She tried to tug them free, but they were strongly secure.
"H-hello?" She whispered weakly to anypony that may be able to hear her.
"Oh, she's awake," The mare said.
The filly was finally able to open her eyes with much effort.
Wow, I musta been really tired.
She whimpered softly as she saw where she was.
A small room, padded entirely with foam squares. There was what seemed to be a mirror that stretched halfway along the wall opposite her. A door was positioned right beside, but the filly knew that it must be locked.
"Mom? Dad?" She shouted, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning the room. Of course, she knew she was alone in the room. Her mother and father were somewhere else.
But she had heard that mare's voice.
"Hello? Hello!?" She tried once again.
"Hello." It was a deeper voice, a stallion's.
"Is that you, Daddy?" She whispered, a glimmer of hope in her voice.
"No. I am Dr. Oakleaf, and my assistant is Nurse Redheart." He spoke again.
Her futile attempts to curl up into a ball were prevented by the stupid thing that held her arms together.