“We had a professor who knew a spell that would make us sick.” Lecol held up a hoof to forestall any objection. “Not really sick, but it felt like it. He thought that we wouldn't be good doctors if we didn't know what a patient was feeling. Some ponies objected—he used to just cast it on students during anatomy lab—so anypony who gave him permission, he'd make us feel sick one weekend. Really sick. I thought he'd screwed up, I thought I was dying, I was so scared. I kind of knew in the back of my mind that it was just a spell, but still. . . .”