Helping Hoof

Life was looking around, seeing the nurses and other doctors rush around the building. He walked over to the billboard of assignments and clipboards of patients. Picking one random one off the rack with his wing, he looked over the patients information, who could it be?

A tall, orange colt sat in the waiting lobby, chuckling a bit as he read the funnies. "Oh don't you ever change Garfield. AHahahahahaa" He turned it over as he looked down at his saddlebag and then at the clock. He hadn't been waiting long, but he felt a bit off lately. He wasn't sure what it was. He felt like he was just forgetting things. So much so it was starting to effect him in a way he would much prefer not to be.

So it meant a trip to the doctor's.