Hello, dear. My name is Nurse Hopeful Heart the mare. I am a talented unicorn with a dark purple coat, light green Canterlot eyes, and a curled mane that consists of the colors red and white. (Although my tail is straight and white alone) I was born and raised in the town of Fillydelphia by my father, Glass Shard. I was not raised by my mother, no, no. Her named was Dawnstorm. Was. She could have changed it by now. She's done things that I'm.. Not proud of. Things only the Princess Luna and I know.

I am formerly known as Mrs. Hopeful Heart, although I still allow ponies to address me as that. I once had a husband named Big Shot. Funny name? He really was one. He was a PV (Ponyvision Television*) executive. It seems that having a nurse as wife wasn't exciting enough for him, no, he had to have an affair with one of the lesser known princesses, Princess Astra, before he and our son, Charlie, died. How I hate that princess.. That's what leaves me feeling skeptical about the lesser known princesses, so when I heard about the Royal Wedding…

"Hopeful Heart!" A pegasus mare with a red and black mane fluttered gentley over towards me.

"Doctor?" I asked, facing her and standing up tall, my nursing hat with my cutie mark printed on it (a teddy bear hugging a red cross with a heart beside it) began to fall, so I adjusted it with my magic.

"We have an emergency patient!"

"W-will we be operating?"

"Right away! She told me. Nurse Redheart already did the briefing for me."

Darn it. I must be quicker about these things. Dr. Red Cross was an extremely talented, well, doctor, and I was her assistant. I owe her. Charlie was once her patient, and on multiple occasions. Charlie had respiratory problems in the past. But mostly, I love working with her.

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I almost never go without clothes, even though it is perfectly acceptable to do so. I've always been like this. My usual nursing clothes consisted of the hat, two pairs of white flats, a white button-up shirt and skirt that hid my cutiemark, leaving it a mystery if it weren't for my hat. (and also a red scrunchie and bow for my tail) I changed out of those clothes and replaced them with scrubs and met Red Cross in the OR.

"Please disinfect the area and make an incision, doctor." I guided, keeping an eye on the patient's vitals. Lala Lollipops was her name, and she had been experiencing strange symptoms in her trachea, and in her throat. Quite similar to ones Charlie had, which made me nauseas just thinking about how he couldn't be cured.

"Polyps!" Red Cross exclaimed as she examined the open area. She met my terrified gaze for a brief moment.

"W-Why did someone else have to be cursed with this condition?" I asked, tearing up a little. "It's only been three years since… I haven't been able to.."

"Stay strong, Hopeful Heart." Red Cross told me in a harsh but meaningful tone.

"Yes, doctor." My horn lit up as I picked up the laser and handed it to her. Some believe that anypony other than a unicorn would have a difficult time using tools while performing surgery. Red Cross did not. She had somehow managed a way to hold them and keep them study that I could never understand. She quickly burnt off the small polyps with the laser.

"They're beginning to hemorrhage!" I cried as the red substance seeped from small holes where the polyps had been.

I pushed the antibiotic gel towards Dr. Red Cross, and she applied it to the wounds. They would suppress the bleeding and slowly(within hours) heal the wounds completely.

"Her vitals have dropped to the low 30's! Something's still wrong!"

Using the ultrasound, Red Cross searched the surface of the organ for a shadow. "Aha!" Using the scalpel, she drew them to the surface, and then continued the procedure until they were all treated.

"This was the part where Charlie died.." Tears spilled over my eyes and I waited for the duplicate cutie mark to appear on Miss Lollipop's trachea.

A design of two lemon lollipops crossing each other appeared on the surface of the organ, and Lollipop's vitals plummeted down to the low 10's.

"Vitals dropping, doctor!"

"I have an idea, Hopeful Heart. Make sure that I always have a syringe full of the liquid antibiotic, though!"

Which was like vital stabilizer, however, Red Cross specifically ordered liquid antibiotic not too long ago. I filled up three syringe with it as she took the laser in hand to prepare as she took the first syringe. She began injecting it and the cutie mark acted as if in pain. During so, Red Cross burned it with the laser. However, this did not work when she ran out, so she continued this procedure with the other two syringes.

"T-The cutie mark has disappeared, doctor! You did it!" I cried in disbelief.

"The battle's not over yet.." Red Cross told me. I held out skin grafts on a tray, there was a large chunk of tissue missing after the cutiemark was removed. She applied them and coated them with gel.

"Lollipop's vitals are stable, you may close her up."

"Hopeful Heart," I glanced up. "I think we've just made a medical breakthrough." Red Cross smiled with her eyes, her mouth hidden by her surgical mask.

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"I don't see why you used the word "we" back there, doctor," I told Red Cross after we had finished up. "It was all you!"

"That's not true," Red Cross grinned. "You told me that Charlie reacted differently to antibiotics."

"We can't keep this up, doctor. Everypony will become immune to the antibiotics!"

"Do you have any other ideas, nurse?" Red Cross asked, raising an eyebrow, as if I were in the research and development department.

"Actually, I have a theory, doctor. Those pathogens weren't too far from that of Cutiepox!"

"Cutiepox?" Red Cross stared at me in misbelief. "What, that long dormant disease?"

"The young filly from Sweet Apple Acres caught it not too long ago. I think they might be related."

Red Cross shook her head. "There were no reports of Lala Lollipops being covered in anything pock like or acting extra talents."

"Then I guess it will remain a mystery," I ended, as Nurse Tenderheart approached us with a letter in her mouth, looking a tad jealous.

"You two are lucky.." She said as she walked off, pretending to be mad, but I knew she really wasn't and would be fine by tomorrow.

"It's a letter from Canterlot." Red Cross told me. "Addressed to Red Cross, Hopeful Heart and Fine Print…?"

I gave a little bounce. "I think I know him! What's it about?" I peered over to look at it.

"It's an invite to the royal wedding of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor!" Red Cross glanced at me.

"Oh…" I said quietly. "Princess Mi Amore Cadenza… Never heard of her in my life."

"Hopeful-"

"It's fine, Red Cross. But if we were personally invited by the princess, then it must be important. I'll inform that Fine Print fellow."

I dashed down the hall that Nurse Tenderheart had came and left from.

I looked around until I spotted a stallion with a brownish coat. I ran up to him. "Hey! You! Stallion I know I've worked with before! Is your name Fine Print?"

"Um, yes, Hopeful Heart. Did I really not tell you that when I first worked here?"

I smiled. "Guess not." Fine Print was a generally new nurse here, so I had taught him a few things about our hospital, as a senior nurse and surgical assistant. "Hey.. You, Dr. Red Cross and I have all been invited to the Royal Wedding. Excited?"

"You're kidding.."

"I kid you not. You can see the invitation yoursef." I pointed as Red Cross came down the hall, she must have been searching for me. I used my magic and held it up to Fine Print's face.

He looked at it. "Oh my… It's true."

"I do hope I will get a chance to talk to Princess Luna," I said, glancing at Red Cross, and then back to Fine Print. "She… Knew my mother."

"But.. Luna is over a thousand years old!" Fine Print pointed out.

"Quiet!" I used my magic to place a surgical bandage over his mouth. "My mother uses dark magic to uphold her immortality. She and Luna knew eachother before Luna was banished to the moon, and that was when ponies could still be born with dragon eyes."

Dawnstorm. Has. Dragon eyes.

I ripped the bandage off of Fine Print and he shouted. "Ouch!"

"Sorry.." I said quietly. "But it has to be kept secret."

"I understand." He said.

I glanced at Red Cross. "If it's alright, I think I'd like to go home. I need time to.."

"Of course." Red Cross nodded.

I just hope no emergency patients come in during the wedding.