Flying High...
Rapidfire sighed, his blank gaze fixated at an old newspaper held loosely in his hooves. He had picked it up seemingly hours earlier, only to never read past the front page, some vapid story about local political nonsense. Rapid shook his head and rubbed his eyes against his hoof as he tossed the paper onto the small end table beside Spitfire’s bed.
The trauma room they had tucked her in was cramped by pegasus standards. The bed was positioned in the center of the space with an array of monitors and equipment lining the back wall. The sidewalls of the room were furnished with matching cabinets presumably filled with life saving equipment and carefully organized. Along the front wall had been a pair of mismatched chairs that seemed more like an afterthought than anything else. The cheap construction and worn-out cushioning certainly didn’t win any points from the former mail carrier.
Slipping off the chair, Rapid grunted as he stretched the stiff muscles in his wings and back. He held the stretch for several long moments before he relaxed with a satisfied sigh. With nothing else to do, Rapid began to pace around the bed, mindful to keep his steps quiet for Spitfire.
A worried frown pulled at his lips as he turned his attention to his sister. Even through the morphine haze, Rapid could see the pain etched across her face. He could only imagine how bad it must have hurt for her, though the worst pain he had ever experienced had been a few cracked ribs after a training accident.
Rapidfire’s wings fidgeted against his sides, his feathers quivering with barely restrained energy. He trotted back to his chair and forced himself to sit back down. He ruffled his mane with a hoof and took a series of deep breaths to calm down.
“What am I gonna tell Mom and Dad?” he pondered aloud. His heart skipped a beat at the very thought of that particular conversation. Their father was nothing if not overprotective of his children, and their mother wasn’t far behind. “What are we gonna tell Arcus?”
Rapidfire groaned, planting his head in his hooves and rubbing his face. Just for a few minutes, he wished he knew a time travel spell. He wished with all his heart he could go back one month and prevent Spitfire from tearing her wing the first time. So many problems would simply disappear if he could change that one moment.
Spitfire’s eyes slowly blinked open, her eyes drifting around the room until the settled on Rapid.
“Rah...” she gasped, her mouth dry from hours without a drop of water, “Rapid?”
Rapid jumped from the sound, instantly jumping from his seat and to her side. “Spits, are you okay? What happened?”
Spitfire winced, her foreleg covering her eyes. “Nnng, there was... there was an accident. Rainbow... Rainbow!” She blurted, doing her best to sit up.
Rapid put his hooves on her shoulders, gently coaxing her back down. “Easy, Spits, you’re still pretty out of it. What happened with Rainbow?”
“There... there was blood,” Spitfire began, her voice trembling. “She needed help. So... so I flew her here. An-and then there was this snap in my wing and... and...” a sick look spread over Spitfire’s face the more the memories returned to her. Spitfire lifted a hoof to cover her mouth, a bout of nausea nearly overwhelming her. “Oh Celestia... what... what have I...”
“Hey, hey!” Rapid cut her off, pulling his twin into a tight embrace. “Everythings okay now, right?”
“No... no its not okay,” Spitfire moaned, her hooves rubbing across her face. “its all over...”
“What do you mean?” Rapid asked, his right eyebrow arching upwards and a confused frown pulling at his lips. “You hurt your wing saving Rainbow, surely Arcus can’t be mad about that.”
Spitfire spat out a bitter laugh. “No... I... I did something yesterday. Something really stupid...”
“Don’t tell me, you slept with Rainbow?” Rapid asked.
Spitfire blushed and folded her forelegs over her chest. “My sex life isn’t your business, Rapid.”
“...Wait, I was just being a smartass, don’t tell me you really.... y’know...” he tapped his front hooves together.
Spitfire’s blush only intensified, Rapid gave her a self-satisfied smirk.
“I won’t tell Arcus,” he promised.
“Thats the least of what he’ll kick my ass for anyway,” Spitfire moaned, hissing from a lance of pain in her wing.
“What do you mean?” he asked, “I mean, what could—”
“I punched Fleetfoot,” Spitfire interrupted, her voice quiet.
“You what?” Rapid asked, recoiling in disbelief.
“Rainbow and I went to talk to her yesterday and I punched her when she made me mad,” Spitfire said, the shame hanging over her like a cloud.
“Why the hell would you do that?! Are you insane?” Rapid demanded.
“I wasn’t thinking, it just... happened.”
Rapidfire pressed a hoof to his forehead and sighed. For a few minutes silence settled between the siblings. Like the calm before a storm, Spitfire could all but feel Rapid’s frustrations boiling over.
“You know, sometimes, I really hate you,” He growled, his words born from years of unspoken frustration. “You always have to do everything your way and drag everypony along for the ride. Never mind if they’re all saying ‘hey, Spits, maybe that’s a bad idea’, or ‘maybe we shouldn’t stick our noses in that mess cause we’ll get smacked’, but nooo, it’s always ‘Spitfire’s way or the highway’, never mind that I’m the one who has to clean up the mess.”
“That’s not true, and you know it!” Spitfire challenged, her hoof striking the mattress and earning a pained wince from her.
“Oh really? How about when everypony said ‘hey Spits, maybe you shouldn’t date Rainbow’, or when we all—”
“You have no right to judge me for that! I’ve always gone out of my way to support your decisions!” she countered, hissing in pain when the outburst jarred her wing. “I always did my best to put personal feelings aside, especially after Zephyr. Now the one time I finally meet somepony I feel something good with, you’re gonna judge me for it?!”
“How do you think I feel, Spits?” Rapid demanded, his wings flaring out angrily. “How do you think it feels when I find out my sister just crippled herself? You have any idea how scared I was when you crashed a few weeks ago?”
“Rapid—“
“No! No, don’t you fucking ‘Rapid’ me like we’re kids and this is just some game! Last month you smashed into the ground head first, I thought you were dead! And now you knew your wing wasn’t ready to do hard work, but you carried Rainbow here anyway! Why can’t you ever wait? Why couldn’t you wait for help to get there? Don’t... don’t you trust us? Don’t you trust me?” Rapid’s voice cracked, tears building in the corners of his eyes. “We used to look out for each other, Spits… you used to trust me…”
“I had to, Rapid there wasn’t any choice!” Spitfire argued, snarling in a mixture of pain and anger.
“There is always a choice! You could have waited a few minutes f—”
“She didn’t wait before she saved my life at the Best Young Flyers Competition, and... and I... I couldn’t...” Spitfire’s voice dropped to barely more than a whisper. She reached up with a trembling hoof to cover her mouth, her eyes staring blankly into space.
Rapid took a cautious step towards her. “What? You couldn’t what?”
Spitfire took in a shaky breath, a lump forming in her throat and moisture obscuring her vision. “I... I couldn’t wait.”
“But why?!” Rapid asked, “I mean, why couldn’t you—”
“I just couldn’t, okay!” Spitfire shouted. “I would have done the same for you, you know!”
“I know, but... but don’t you trust me, Spits?” Rapid asked, his tone almost pleading. “You know I would’ve been there for you, right?”
There was a pair of brusque knocks, which startled the twins from their conversation. The wooden door pushed open, the metal hinges announcing their protest with a low creak. A heavyset unicorn trotted through the threshold, his amber coat mostly hidden under his teal surgical scrubs. His mane and tail mostly greyed out, though streaks of their original sandy blonde color were still visible. Below his nose was an exquisitely groomed moustache that both twins found impressive, even if age had turned it white.
“Good afternoon, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I’m Dr. Green, a pleasure to meet you both,” he introduced himself, a kind smile on his lips.
“Rapidfire,” Rapid said, offering Green his hoof, which the doctor quickly shook. “Nice to meet you.”
“Heya, doc,” Spitfire said, "how's it hanging?"
Green smirked from the relaxed comment, he was used to more... uncooperative patients. “Well enough, I suppose. So, we’re here to fix your wing, that sound about right.”
“Yeah, I guess. I’ve been kinda out of it from the drugs they gave me when I crashed,” Spitfire answered.
“Well,” he began, his horn pulling the chart from the foot of the bed. “judging from the damage we saw on the tests and from the symptoms you exhibited coming in, I’d suspect without those drugs you’d be in a world of hurt. How does it feel right now, on a scale of one to ten?”
“Seven or eight.”
Green nodded, replacing the chart before his magic encompassed Spitfire’s bandaged wing in a simple analysis spell. His face remained passive, though both Spitfire and Rapid could see the concentration in his eyes.
“Alright, so heres what we’re going to do Spitfire. First we’ve got to drain the blood from the area, that’ll take down the swelling. Then we’re going to open up the wing and repair the muscle, probably some magic, some sutures, it depends on how bad it is,” he paused noticing the pallor that had overtaken Rapid’s face. “Are you okay, sir?”
“I’m good!” Rapid answered quickly, his eyes squeezing shut as he forced himself to take deep,steady breaths.
Spitfire suppressed a giggle. “Rapid gets squeamish.”
“I see,” Green said, moving closer to Rapid in case he needed to catch. “Well then, do either of you have any other questions?” Dr. Green asked.
“What’s the recovery on surgeries like this?” Spitfire asked.
“It’s gonna depend on how bad the rupture is,” Green began. “You’ll be grounded for at least a month, and after a lot of physical therapy you should be able to have limited flight again. Again, we’ll know more once we’ve had a good look.”
“But, she flies for a living. We’re Wonderbolts... does... does this mean...” Rapid sputtered his forehooves rubbing nervously together.
“We’ll do our best, I can’t promise anything for certain though.” Green answered.
“Oh, um, I came in with another mare. She had a broken wing, did you work on her?” Spitfire asked.
“Rainbow maned mare?” Green asked.
“Yeah, she’s, um, she’s my marefriend.” Spitfire said.
“I see,” Green said, a hoof rubbing his chin as he considered his words. “I was asked to look at her wing, yes.”
“Could you tell me how she is?” Spitfire asked.
“She’s still in surgery, she was stable when I left,” he answered, he held up a hoof to stop the next question before Spitfire could ask. “I can’t say anything more, I’m sorry. Now then, do either of you have any other questions pertaining to your wing, Spitfire?”
Spitfire and Rapidfire both exchanged a quick glance before shaking their heads in tandem.
“Alright then, the nurses will be by in a few minutes to take you up to the OR.”
“Oh, wait!” Rapid interrupted, “I just thought of something. Do I wait in here, or is there someplace I should go? And, and we have some friends who should be stopping by soon. Where would they go?”
Green smiled as he answered. “A nurse will show you to the waiting rooms, your friends will be directed there as well.”
“Okay, thanks doc,” Rapid said, once again offering his hoof to the doctor. Green shook it again before excusing himself to scrub in.
Spitfire sighed, her head resting against the pillows and a resigned look settling over her face. When she spoke her tone was quiet, though nopony could miss the sadness in her words. “Hey, Rapid?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to do me a favor while I’m out.”
“Name it.”
“You have Wonderbolts letterhead at your place, right?” she asked looking him in the eye.
“Yeah...” Rapid answered, not liking where this conversation was heading.
“If you could bring me some for when I wake up and a pencil, I’d appreciate it.” Spitfire said quietly.
“What for?” he asked, dread building in his chest.
Spitfire was quiet for a long while before she answered. Her eyes filled with tears and her jaw quivered like a leaf in the wind. “Arcus is gonna hear about this in a day or two. I... I’m going to have my letter of resignation ready when he gets here.”
“What?!” Rapid balked, “Spits, no! You—”
“Rapid, please, just do it. For me...” Spitfire said tiredly.
“Spits, I—”
Rapid’s comments were cut off as a pair of earth pony nurses trotted into the room. The first mare wore a set of light blue scrubs with a cheerful floral pattern, the second wore plain scrubs dyed a maroon color and trimmed with a deep blue. Both smiled cheerfully to the siblings.
“Are we all set?” the floral mare asked.
Spitfire took a deep breath, steeling herself before she nodded. “Let’s do it.”
“One sec,” Rapid said, moving to Spitfire’s bedside and giving her a hug, mindful of her wing. Spitfire returned the embrace, her hoof gently patting Rapid’s back. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Everything's gonna be fine,” Spitfire promised. “Love you.”
Rapid managed a nod, unable to speak over the knot in his throat. The mare in the floral scrubs disconnected Spitfire’s monitors, unlocked the brakes on Spitfire’s gurney, and wheeled her out the door. Rapid barely registered the other mare guiding him to the waiting room.
Spitfire forced herself to take deep breaths as she was taken to the OR. She watched the tiles and lights pass her overhead, she listened the the mare pushing her cart offer her the platitudes. She winced in pain when the gurney pushed open a set of swinging doors to the OR. A pair of unicorns enveloped her in their magical aura which sent a tingle through Spitfires body. Together, they lifted her onto a second bed where they began to attach various monitors to her body.
Despite all the turmoil of the day, Spitfire couldn’t help but notice the music that the nurses had playing on a radio in the corner. She could hear a familiar baritone stallion singing a melancholy song. She couldn’t remember his name (a fact she blamed on the residual morphine in her system), but she vividly recalled her and Rapid, sitting on their father’s lap when they were little and listening to the stallions albums when he was home.
“This is a really great song,” she commented with a nervous smile.
“We try our best, hun,” one of the nurses answered.
A pony Spitfire couldn’t see entered the room and greeted the nurses. When he finally reached Spitfire’s vision she saw he was a light tan unicorn with a dark mane. “Spitfire, I presume?”
“Guilty as charged,” she answered.
“Good to meet you, I’m Dr. Haze, I’ll be your anesthesiologist this evening. Don’t worry, you won’t remember a thing about me when you wake up,” he winked playfully, “I forgive you in advance.”
“Heh, thanks Doc,” Spitfire laughed nervously.
“So, Spitfire,” he began as he prepared a needle full of a clear liquid. “Do you drink?”
“Socially,” she answered.
“Ever had a whiskey manehattan?” he asked.
“Uh, no. My best friend likes them, though.”
“Well then,” he said, inserting the needle into her IV and slowly injecting it “this is one manehattan...”
Spitfire felt a warm sensation fill her body, starting from her left foreleg.
“This is two,” he continued.
Spitfire started giggling like a filly.
“Three,”
Spitfire bit her tongue to quell her giggles as the ceiling began to shift fluidly before her eyes.
“Four manehattans,” Haze said, smirking at her reaction.
“You can, like, totally stop for a minute,” Spitfire slurred, “this shit is awesome...”
“Somepony’s feeling it,” a nurse laughed.
“Sweet dreams!” Haze said.
Darkness claimed Spitfire’s mind.
Rapidfire was vaguely aware of passing by other ponies in the halls and being ushered into a waiting room just off of the surgical suites. Like every room in the hospital, the walls had been painted a neutral tan color. The floor was assembled from large white tiling set into charcoal-colored grout. A pair of hibiscus plants were placed in the corners of the room both bearing blooming red flowers. The plants flanked a couch long enough to seat four ponies. Its soft green cushions offered a fair level of comfort for the countless ponies that were forced to wait in the room for news of their loved ones.
Rapid sat on the corner of the couch, his eyes fixed to the cold tile floor. The wall clock ticked the seconds away like a metronome, though Rapid barely noticed. His mind replayed Spitfire’s request over and over again. He couldn’t believe things had come to this, all because of one mistake.
The hinges of the door creaked open catching Rapidfire’s attention. He looked up in time to see Soarin’ casually walk through the door. The pale blue stallion looked tired and dirty with soot marks marring his normally pristine coat and feathers. He gave Rapid a weary smile as he walked over and slumped heavily on the couch. For a moment there was silence between the two stallions, then Soarin’ turned to Rapid.
“Hey,” Soarin’ said, his voice quiet. “What’s going on? Where’s Spitfire?”
Rapid gulped, a hoof anxiously rubbing through his mane. “She’s... she’s in surgery.”
Soarin’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, his body twisted so he was fully facing Rapidfire.. “What about Rainbow?”
Rapid shook his head. “I don’t know...”
“Sweet Celestia,” Soarin’ breathed, “Spitfire, what happened?”
“She... she tore her wing,” Rapid answered, his heart sinking and an anguished look pulling at his features.
“Oh no... is she... I mean, will she... you know?”
Rapid’s jaw trembled, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
“Hey, hey come here,” Soarin’ said in a gentle tone, his hoof resting on Rapidfire’s shoulder.
Rapid’s tears soaked into Soarin’s chest as the smaller stallion hugged him. Soarin’ wrapped his wings and forelegs around Rapid, his left hoof gently patting Rapid’s back.
“It’s gonna be alright, buddy. It’s gonna be alright,” Soarin’ assured Rapid, even though he didn't fully believe his own words. Still, he repeated the words like a mantra, if nothing else to comfort the frightened stallion in his hooves. “It’s okay, it’s okay...”
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Nooo! Spitfire don't!
One does not simply quit the Wonderbolts!!
It's alright for it to be late, at least it's out.
Anyway, all these cliffhangers and feels are leaving me so freaking close to losing it! But I just know things will be alright, so I don't have to worry much. Also, I am VERY interested in exactly how you're going to handle Arcus' interaction with Spitfire when he learns everything and all that. Also, what happened to Red Top (or whatever that guy's name is)?
Yay! Fire and Rain :D
How very melancholy. Ah well, that's life!
The question now becomes... Are Dash's friends gonna hear about this and show up or not? I'd imagine someone sent Celestia a memo about thirty seconds after they realized who they were operating on.
Always good to have a guy friend who'll let you emotionally break down, whether or not it looks gay.
MOAR! I must know how this works out!
Everyone is so concerned about Arcus and the rest of the Wonderbolts.
FUCK THAT!
How is Rainbow doing?
;-;
I do like this story, I really do. But god it brings a little tear to my eye.
The feels in this chapter hit me harder then Ryu, poor Rapid. And don't worry about being late, life happens.
Damn... This was a good one.
Hope your week go better from here on.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Shit, knew it was bad, and knew that this chapter would hit the feels, but. . .
That title.
We all know the second half.
Please don't mean things will get even WORSE.
Awesome chapter as always!! Trust me when I say that the majority of us don't mind waiting; it's truly amazing when an author is able to work out fairly regular updates at this high of quality. Your life always comes first, we can wait for your excellent writing!
PS: Ignore that jerk that posted on your profile page. Every time you update should feel like a gift to the story's readers. Never should someone feel like that are deserving of an update that you wrote and shared with us. Even when life throws stuff at you, you always delver eventually (even though you don't have to) for which I am very grateful.
This is 100% your story. You take it where you want, write it how you want, and update when you want to. There will always be some that post idiotic things, but most of us appreciate your work. (Personally, I enjoy sad/suspenseful stories as well as 'happy' ones, so write it however you had planned
I know that I'm not alone when I say that I would rather wait longer for updates of this high caliber that you give us than get regular, mechanical 'happy' updates that he seems to want.
Keep up the fantastic work and don't let people like him get you down!!
well there's no Dark Tag so hopefully everything goes ok, and I do hope the rest of the Mane Six arrive
also hospital grad anesthetics are fun
Take your time, F&R is worth waiting for!
Everything below is minor.
He = he
Should this end with a question mark?
add apostrophe and comma: Alright, so here's what we’re going to do, Spitfire.
he needed to catch. = he needed to catch him.
Spitfires = Spitfire's
I didn't realize how tense I was getting by reading the last bit of this story until my back started to hurt... Then when Spitfire commented on the sedation I went into a fit of giggles. Can't wait for the next chapter! I'm so worried about Rainbow :-(
Ah, I love that song.
That song... I'm so used to the Marty Robins version. It's so strange to hear it sung that way. It fits... So disturbingly well....
like i said on.. Monday i think it was.. extra time did mean an extra well done chapter.
now i get to drive myself insane waiting for the next one! 
oh well. these things take time and ill probably end up starting over sometime next week just cuz its an awesome story
Will the next one be on Monday or a week from today? ( Thursday )
A 7 to 8 on the pain scale and she can still speak legibly ...
Wow good pain threshold. 
A 7 to 8 on the pain scale and she can still speak legibly ...
Wow good pain threshold. 
All I can say at this point is that I'm still loving the story. Nice touch with the liquor humor there by the way. Nothing like being in a hospital with a cheery staff here and there. Makes visiting less awkward.
Edge of my seat here, buddy. Edge of my seat.
congrats on getting featured again.
Please don't go, Spitfire. The Wonderbolts need you. They look up to you.
But seriously, I HAVE to know that those two fillyfoolers are going to be alright!
1691282 I watched this at one in the morning.
Pull through Dashie!! Arcus has to let you guys off for this!
Sigh... Another cliffhanger. This is getting really old now. I really like this story believe me. Most other stories of this length are usually cut from my list because they just simply drag on and on endlessly adding filler and pointless content. But yours is different. I really like that Spitfire was willing to give up flight to save the one she loves. But the constant cliffhangers are starting to grind on my patience.
I don't want to sound rude (believe me I don't), but to wait more than a week only to be left hanging again... Well you get the point. On a positive note I like how you're handling how Spitfire is dealing with this. Although I feel she really didn't show enough emotion when her brother was pressing her. Your portraying her as a pony thats not one to take being pushed around, but when they were talking she just caved and let her brother pretty much kick her while she was down.
I am guessing you didn't eant her to express her true feelings because she is still afraid to admit them? Anyway I diligently await you next chapter. Hopefully though I won't end in on another cliff
You don't live in the mountains do you? Heh maybe this is why you like the cliff side so much? (sarcasm just trying to poke at you!)
The feelzzz,
the tensions, the anticipations, the emotions,
soo much packed away in such a fluent chapter.
You have such a unique abstract approach with this story.
It's quite special.
Considering how well you write it, I wonder if this story, same as your "In an Instant" story,
has a real life experience that fuels your creative onslaught of awesome? Just curious as usual...
I can't get enough of it. Great as always.
One does not simply quit the Wonderbolts, Spitfire!
I loved that feely moment at the end with Soarin' and Rapid. It was so sweet.
Good chapter. Eeyup.
MELLOW LOVE!
I LIKE IT
never stop making story please
i'm not sure If I'm going to be read anymore chapters that come out, this one broke me!
) 
I'm really not liking the way it looks for Rainbow, just the way that she's spent ages in surgery. And where's Fleetfoot! That bitch should have carried Rainbow to hospital when SHE caused the accident and left Rainbow crumpled on the floor. She's got some majore explaining to do and I hope that she is considering handing in her resignation in next to Spitfires (which is another point which broke me as well
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I would also like to know how Rainbow is doing, Lets hope it's the next chapter.
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Good Chapter once again.
Soarin really did come at the right time, Rapid just couldn't hold it anymore.
Damn it. I was in a good mood until I read this.
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All my feels, you may have them!
PS: I really don't wanna be in Fleetfoots place when Spitfire finds out who caused that "accident" ...
I have no qualms with Spitfire quitting the Wonderbolts, but I hope that she'll be able to fly on par with Rainbow again. My biggest concern is that she won't be able to do that anymore.
Rapid needs/wants a TARDIS(Doctor Who is awesome)!
Dude if you keep this up your gonna make me cry. Serious.
Well, it looks like the proverbial fecal matter is starting to impact the rotary device, and I suspect things are going to get a whole lot messier before they get better. Buckle up, children!
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This is the first time I've seen someone other than myself make that reference.
Early bet: Spitfire can't fly competitively any more but wants to stay a Wonderbolt. She also needs to find a way to resolve the situation with Dash. Solution: she takes Arcus' place as administrator, which keeps her onboard but behind a desk, and also puts her in position to change group policy regarding public same-sex relations. That also opens the (closet) door for Soarin' and Rapidfire. Wins all around!
“Sweet Celestia,” Soarin’ breathed, “Spitfire, what happened?”
It wasn't clear to me if Soarin' was really addressing Rapidfire or if he was kind of looking at the ceiling and actually addressing an absent Spitfire and Rapid happened to answer.
Still liking it though. Really like your writing style.
That was a great chapter
but the feels, I was hoping Spitfire wouldn't have to quit the Wonderbolts but it seems pretty bad right now. 
I also hope Rainbow is alright 
Why do I have a feeling RD and Spitfire will go to Ponyville together and somehow Twilight will be able to do something about Spitfire's wing so she can return to the Wonderbolts. 
Also better late then Never glad your week is finally over 
now I WANT MOAR SOON 
if it is alright by you 
Phew...gotta tell ya. It was a long wait. but I'm glad to have some relatively "good" news. And now I have to wait once more.
Oh my... Quite a bit happened in this chapter. I loved it!
Please don't tell me this is going to be a story where they both lose their flight for good. I don't know if I could take it.
The Feels
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That's a decent theory, we'll see how it pans out
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I take my consequences seriously.
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Everypony needs a shoulder to cry on sometimes.
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In story time she's only been under the knife for about four hours, so hang in there.
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I have no idea what it is you want, man. If you want everything to be resolved in a single chapter, then I suppose I could just not update for a month or two and release an epic chapter over 20,000 words long, but in a weekly serial story like this I have to pace things. I'd hope you keep with me till the (bitter?) end, but I'm never gonna wrap up a plot line in a single chapter. Hell, the photographs Quick Snap got of Soarin' and Rapid didn't get resolved for a long ass time, and Headwind's mistake on the weather order has only now impacted events. I like to take my time.
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That was the exact conversation I had with my anesthesiologist when I had my elbow surgery last month
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I warned all of you that I was gonna take off the gloves
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That makes no sense...
Still, I just hope she remains capable of flight so that she can fly with Rainbow, hopefully somewhat on par with her.