User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, 2020/@comment-5837525-20191130231143

(In the employee changing rooms of Maretropolis General Hospital, a blue-coated Pegasus mare with funky-looking wings changes into her nursing uniform, ready to start her first shift of the day. Was it even daytime? It feels like it's been so long since she's seen the sun that without a clock, it was impossible to tell.)

???: ...

(Just before closing her locker, the winged nurse briefly catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. And in that brief moment, she saw a broken version of herself. A mare shattered beyond recognition.)

???: *gasps*

(She shakes it off. It had been months since the incident that led to her becoming somepony else's property in Trotsylvania. The therapy sessions WERE doing their job, and over time, the nurse was a functioning member of society again. She lightly pats her own cheeks to clear her head and snap herself back to reality.)

Freeheart: Come on, Free... Pull yourself together. You can do this.

(Finally putting on her nurse's cap, Nurse Freeheart steps out into the brightly-lit hospital hallways just as Warmheart comes in with the facility's latest intake.)

Freeheart: Okay. What do we got today?