Heartburn facehoofed again and again as the stallion sitting in front of her continued to ramble about how ill he was that that he could drop dead any moment. He continually made physical gestures in an attempt to emphasize his case, but it wasn't helping anything. Eventually, she just stopped listening and took a glance out the nearby window. Multitudes of ponies were on their way to the train station for the Canterlot ride.
I do remember seeing those postings for the expedition to those weird factories or whatever out there. Seems an interesting job, and it paid well too! I wonder how many of those ponies are actually going to sign up, or just want to get a look at-
Heartburn swung around quickly as she felt a light tapping on her flank. The 'sick' pony was staring at her blankly, more confused than angered. "Umm, nurse?" he asked. "You had a look on your face like you were in deep thought. Am- am I going to-" He began to tear up, causing Heartburn to facehoof yet again.
"No, no, you're going to be fine. Just, go find a pharmacist or something and get a prescription for your cold. Now, I have somewhere to be." Hearburn swung her tail as she turned and trotted out the door. She informed the desk clerk that she was leaving early for the day when she passed him and went outside where she made her way towards the train station.
Well, if any old hooligan can get themselves into an excavation party, I'm sure I would get in nicely, she thought to herself. It would certainly be better work than the idiots that live around here...