Almost immediately he heard three horses taking off back the way they had come, followed a moment later by that weird flapping noise and the wagon starting to move.
"You keep her head safe, Sweetie Belle," Scootaloo called from in front of him.
"Uh huh."
The ride, while still painful, was much smoother now, and faster from the sounds of it. Apparently, they were on some kind of a road now.
When Scootaloo started yelling "Gangway! Emergency! Coming through!" at the top of her lungs he realized they must have reached the town. There was a sudden decrease in speed and Sweetie Belle yelled, "I'll get the doors!" He heard the sound of hoof beats on a wooden ramp and the rolling sounds of wheels on wood. He figured the hospital was at hand.
The authoritative voice of a woman loudly protested, "Hey, you can't ride that thing in here!"
"Emergency!" yelled Scootaloo, "Hurt filly! Real bad!"
More hoof beats, then, "My word! Bring her over here!" A moment later he heard, "Doctor Well Heart to reception, STAT! Doctor Well Heart to reception, STAT!"
Oh yeah, Harry knew he was in a hospital now. But why were there horses here, he wondered. When he opened his eyes all he could see was the wooden side of the wagon he was in and the ceiling over his head. And it hurt to keep his eyes open, so he just closed them again and concentrated on breathing — in and out, not too deep, not too little.
"What happened?" the reception nurse asked. "You can let her down now, honey," she said to Sweetie Belle.
Before the other girl could answer Harry heard a horse clip-clop into the room and over beside him.
"Me and my friends, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, were working on our cutie marks — you know, crusading? — when we saw something over by the edge of the Everfree Forest and we thought it was a hurt animal, maybe a deer, so we ran over to see what it was and found her and at first we thought she was dead because of the blood and all the cuts and stuff but then we saw her ear move and saw her breathing so we got my scooter and wagon and brought her here as fast as we could and is she going to die?" Scootaloo managed to say all in one breath.
"I tried casting the healing spell I know, but it's for small cuts and then I kept her head from bouncing in the cart as we raced over here," Sweetie Belle added. Then said quietly, "I feel dizzy." There was the thump of someone sitting heavily on the floor.
The Doctor, meanwhile had been, gently lifting and examining Harry's head, arms, and legs. Funny that, he could feel his arms and legs moving, but he couldn't feel anyone's hands doing the lifting. Maybe he was closer to dead than he thought. He couldn't find the energy to get worked up over that. He smiled, thinking maybe soon he would see his parents.
"Where's Apple Bloom?" asked the nurse.
"She took Applejack, and Big Mac to where we found the filly. Applejack said there might have been someone with her," Scootaloo explained.
"Right," said the Doctor after a moment, "we need to get her into the examining room there. I'll lift her."
Harry expected to feel someone pick him up but instead he just drifted up into the air as a warm blanket of air seemed to move under him. He opened his eyes again, but everything was a blur, although he did see several horses standing around. He wondered where the doctors and nurses were. He closed his eyes again. They hurt and the movements around him were unsettling.
"Nurse, sound the alarm bell. First send the code for the Guard to go to Sweet Apple Acres by Applejack's old tree-house. Second, send the code for all hooves on deck in-case there are more casualties. If not, it'll be a good drill."
"Yes, Doctor," came the rapid response of a different woman and the clip-clop-clip of hoof beats fading away. Why were they riding horses in a Hospital?
"Here, honey, drink this water. You're not hurt are you?" said the original nurse
"I'm just tired, I think," Sweetie Belle said. "I kept her head from bouncing around in the cart while we ran here."
"That's quite a distance to run while keeping up a levitation spell, honey, you did very well. Just rest here a bit, okay?"
"Uh huh," came the tired response.
Any further conversation cut off as the Doctor carried him into another room. He heard a curtain slide as the Doctor gently laid him down.
"First, we need to take off these clothes," the Doctor said quietly. Harry felt air swirl around first his right arm and then the other as his shirt was cut apart. Moments later, his trousers followed. No loss as far as he was concerned. They were rags anyway, but Aunt Petunia would throw a wobbly anyway over him ruining another set of Dudley's cast-offs.
Harry could hear the sound of a large bell ringing in a pattern of clangs and quiet. The codes the doctor had ordered, Harry guessed.
"Why is she bleeding there?" came Scootaloo's voice.
From the slight scrabbling of hooves Harry got the impression Scootaloo startled the Doctor's horse. "Ah, well, first, you are not supposed to be in here."
"Ah, come on, I brought her all the way here, can't I watch?"
"No, I'm sorry, but out you go." From the clipping, clopping, and sliding sounds Harry got the impression that the Doctor was rather forcefully pushing the girl out of the room. "And, by the way, he's a colt."
"What!?" came the startled reply.