When Pat woke up the next morning it took him a minute to remember exactly where he was. Another world? Check. Under a desert? Check. In the bed of a changeling queen? Check. He chuckled a bit and looked over to find the cloud, and her, missing. He figured that she was off doing her queen-ly duties and slipped out of bed to look around better. He found a few different doors and looked into each of them, eventually finding a bathroom and deciding to take a shower.

He slipped into the hot water and sighed in relief. He smelled like shit and cringed a bit as he watched black-ish colored water run off of him. I got a dirty ass… Grinning a bit cheekily, he grabbed what appeared to be and felt like a normal washcloth: at least until he began to scrub himself. He immediately dropped it and looked down at where a good 4 sq. inches of skin used to be. "What the fuck is this shit?! Sandpaper?!" He yelled loudly in pain, quickly turning the water off and stepping out. He made sure that the fucking towel wasn't the same as the cloth before wrapping it around himself and looking around for some sort of bandages. "None…Just fucking great…"

The teen spent a good ten minutes drying himself off- in pain, mind you- before he pulled on his clothing and sat down on her bed. His right sleeve was missing entirely as he had cut it off and was currently using it as a bandage to keep himself from bleeding out.

An hour later the changeling queen finally walked into her chambers, smiling a bit at him before noticing the wrap and gaining a worried look upon her features. He managed a weak smile in her direction before he slowly unwrapped the wound, wincing repeatedly and occasionally jerking his hand away because the pain was too much. "Tried to take a damn shower and your washcloth tried to eat me," He groaned through the pain. While his explanation amused her a bit, Chrysalis began to charge a healing spell up for him, soon shooting a light green beam at his arm. He yelped loudly as the feeling of peroxide soaking into it began to burn him but only for a moment and it was soon over, replaced by the easing sooth of ice and, as he looked at his arm, he watched it heal. He fainted at the sight.

"You're just not having a good time with staying conscious, are you?" A voice echoed loudly through his head.

"God damnit, you again?" There was no answer, consciousness already slapping him in the face for passing out again. He was in the changeling queen's bed and was covered up. He had a cool cloth on his forehead and could feel some weird plastic in his ass. God damnit…He couldn't have sent me to a world where they've learned PAST rectal thermometers? He dare not move with the thing in his ass and, instead, did his best to look around.

He appeared to be in some sort of medical ward, many curtains separating what he guessed to be the beds of other patients. For whatever reason, there were a lot of other ponies there. What did I miss? What concerned him more was that there was one bed that had its curtains open wide and, lying on that bed, was the queen herself. He gasped and was about to leap to his feet before he remembered that devil stick. Sighing he grimaced and reached down, slowly pulling it out and gagging a bit as he quickly tossed it away. He appeared to be in a medical dress thingy as he ran over to her side, leaning over her and checking her to make sure she was okay. Why the hell am I so worried about a pony? Fuuuuccckkk…He decided to worry about it later and, instead, sat down on the stool next to her bed.

A nurse came by about an hour later and offered him his clothes. He accepted them and went into her office to change before coming back out and retaking his post upon the same stool. He wanted to be there when she woke up. He knew that she would wake up. She had to because he wanted some damn explanations as to why the hell it looked like a damn war had just gone on and these were all of the changelings that weren't so lucky.

He woke up to light giggling and felt his hair being played with. Curious, he opened his eyes and looked over to see the changeling queen apparently watching something on his head. He reached up and grabbed whatever it was before holding it aloft in front of him. It was a baby changeling and it was so fuckin cute that he couldn't even take it. He hugged it tightly and proclaimed thus,

"You are so squishy! I shall you Squishy and you shall be my Squishy!" It appeared to be content with its new name and simply curled up in his arms, closing its eyes and seemingly falling asleep.

"D'aww," He heard from his left and blushed as he looked over at the queen who was currently trying not to giggle apparently.

"Ya know what? I ain't even mad," He joked, knowing that she wouldn't get it, and simply hugged the foal tighter in his arms, enjoying its best attempt at hugging him as it slept, its small fore hooves not even able to span across his chest, let alone around him.

"Well I'm proud of you for being so accepting and adopting a foal so soon. You seem to enjoy the changelings more than that bitch princess…"

"What do you mean? What princess? Oh yeah, and why the hell are there so many injured changelings here?" He questioned an accusing tone in his voice as he squinted suspiciously at her.

"We failed our mission…" She responded grimly.

"What mission? What happened? Are you in a war?" He questioned her once more, now less accusing and more curious.

"Yes, we are in a war. A war that has been fought for millennia and will most likely continue on through the generations." Her voice was quivering a bit as she spoke as if she were fighting to hold back tears.

"Would you tell me?" He whispered gently, taking hold of her hoof and giving her a small smile in hopes of helping her to feel better and not cry.