The young filly huddled feebly in the corner, he eyes moving rapidly under her eyelids. She appeared to be asleep, and did not stir when Princess Celestia gently tapped her hoof against the glass.
"What…What is she wearing?" She asked softly, her eyes not leaving the sight of the trembling filly.
Dr. Oakleaf coughed nervously.
"Um…a straight jacket? We felt it was necessary for maximum security." He shifted his hooves uncomfortably, as Celestia turned her head towards him.
"You put a straight jacket, on a filly?" Her tone was not angry, but firm, and questioning his reasoning. She stared coldly at him, and he could still feel her eyes burning into him when he looked away.
"I see." She replied for him. They stood in awkward silence for a moment.
"I want to go in." Celestia announced suddenly, confidently straightening up.
Dr. Oakleaf's head snapped up to look at her, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"But, surely that isn't safe? I mean, we know what she did…" Nurse Redheart whispered, taking the words right out of mouth.
"You can't believe everything you hear, my dear." Celestia smiled nervously, gently placing a hoof on Nurse Redhearts shoulder.
Nurse Redheart blushed shyly.
"I suppose you are right, My Princess." Nurse Redheart had faith in her dear princess, and soaked up every word she said like a sponge.
Dr. Oakleaf, on the other hand, was not as easily swayed.
"No. I simply will not allow it." He spoke firmly, trying to look more confident than he was.
Princess Celestia calmly took her hoof off of the young mare, and turned to . She understood that he was a "professional", but she was getting sick of his constant downing opinion and over cautious nature.
"Now, listen to me. You will open that door, and allow me to go in, or I will open it by force." She was no longer calm. She was tired of playing games and running in circles. She wanted to get this over with, to forget about this filly.
She was angry, and Dr. Oakleaf was professional enough to tell.
He shuffled over to the door, and produced the set of keys again. After fumbling with them for a moment or two, he placed one in the lock. A quick twist of his hoof and the door clicked open.
The filly still did not stir as Celestia walked quietly into the room. She stood over her for a moment, just watching intently. She then raised a hoof and placed it gently on the filly, nudging her slightly.
"Hello," Celestia whispered as the filly's eyes fluttered open.
The filly suddenly cried out in shock, her eyes darting back and forth across the room. She kicked her feet to scramble away from the intimidating princess.
"No! Help! Mommy, Daddy!" She shouted, her voice somewhat hoarse.
They had left the door open, and the filly gratefully tried to trot towards it. Of course, since her forelegs were tied back, she fell onto the floor.
Celestia used her magic to shut the door, and walked towards the filly, screaming and sobbing on the ground.
"No! No get away!" She cried as she saw Celestia coming towards her.
Despite her protests, Celestia pulled the filly in towards her body, hugging her tightly.
"Shh, shh my dear. It's alright. Everything's going to be alright." She whispered reassuringly into her ear.
"W-where are they?" The filly hiccupped.
"Who, my dear?"
"My mommy. My daddy!"
She couldn't find the right words to say anything, so she didn't. The filly resumed crying, and all Celestia could do was hold her tightly, rocking her softly.