"Snow alloy did all that?" a soft mare's voice asked, "I'e never seen a case this bad before."
"This is an extreme case." a stern stallion's voice explained, "Some ponies have stronger reactions than others. If she had lived in that condemned building a few more months, she might have lost her grip on reality altogther."
"Poor thing. Holing up in that abandoned building after losing her job." the mare said, "I guess it's better than living on the street."
"She's one of the lucky ones." the stallion said, "That nice mare agreed to help pay for her care in a psychiatric ward."
"Maybe she has a chance then." the mare commented, "I read that she was an up and coming fashion star before some sort of falling out. Guess it must've really crushed her."
"Ms. Polomare? Ms. Polomare?" the stallion asked, "Can you hear me?"
"What? Where am I?" Suri asked weakly, looking at two blurred faces surrounded by light, "Is this Heaven?"
"I'm afraid not." the stallion said, "This is Manehattan General. I'm Dr. Stable and this is Nurse Softheart."
"I'm sorry." Suri wept, "I killed Coco. It was an accident. I tried to bring her back...but I could only bring her back as a doll."
"What are you talking about?" Softheart said, "Coco Pommel is the one who admitted you."
"She's alive! Wait...no she's not...this is just another dream." Suri realized.
"Perhaps I can shed some light." Stable said, "Certain ponies have an extremely severe reaction to even the mildest toxins, and snow alloy isn't mild. Right now, your mind is floating in and out of various realities, each of them as real as your brain tells you it is. Honestly, we could just be two store manniquins that you're talking to while shivering out on the street and you wouldn't even know it."
"So I really should kill myself, after all." Suri said, "Nopony can live like this."
"Don't say that." Softheart advised, "Just try to live in each moment as it comes."
"But the headaches, the nightmares, the madness." Suri responded, "I might or might not have killed the closest pony I have to a friend, I might or might not even be alive myself."
"I promise I won't disappear again." Coco announced, stepping into the hospital room, her forehead wrapped in bloody gauze, "I do make a pretty cute ragdoll though."
"So you are real, m'kay." Suri decided, "You still have the cut I gave you. So I can be cured."
"There's one place we still have to go, Suri." Coco said, "We have to go to Snow Alley."