Wilted Flower
rosathetabularasa:
heavylifterpegasus:
The Doctor was quick to follow, even ahead of Westwing, his curiosity getting the best of him. Westwing was right behind him though, and called out ahead, “Honey, we got the doctor, he is coming in now,” he warns.
And like that, the old medical pony entered the room, and paused, eyes wide at the large flower present.
Rosa laid there on her back within the flowers petals. Only one of them was peeled back to reveal her heavily blanketed form. “Who are you even supposed to call when someone like me gets sick? A doctor, or a botanist?” She wondered out loud. “Either way, better me than my little girl.” She rambled as she locked eyes with the doctor. “What’s your name?” She asked the doctor as several of her flowers vines shifted and slithered about the room.
His eyes were wide as he looked over the flower, and then the pony, nodding a bit, “Doctor Aloe Vera,” he spoke, “The answer to your first question being both, I’m a doctor who also is a plant expert,” he nods as he approaches, “Tell me, how are you feeling today?” he asked as he was doing a visual inspection to start.














