Pain.
Why do I feel pain?
Where am I?
I can't see!
My eyes are closed.
I opened them.
White.
All I see is white.
That's not right.
I can see things, but those things are white.
Where am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I in pain?
How did I get here?
Who am I?
I reached out in front of me, trying to grab something, anything that could give me answers.
Blue.
A hoof.
A blue hoof.
"You're awake," said a voice," that's too bad, this might hurt. Please try to relax."
Light blue.
Like the sky.
Because I am the sky.
"Are you ready?" asked a voice, "we have to set your wing."
No.
"On the count of three."
That's not right.
"Ready?"
I,
"Three."
I live in the sky.
"Two."
I'm a flyer.
"One."
I'm-
"Go."
"AAAUGH!" This sharp, new pain woke me up. Everything becoming clear, snapping into place like my wing.
I,
I am Rainbow Dash, a flyer.
The best flyer in all of Equestria.
And I messed up.
Again.
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I guess I should head back soon.
There's not much I can do for her now, except let the doctors work.
I hope she's ok.
I don't know what happened, but she was hurt.
I couldn't leave her.
She'll be all right now, the doctors will take care of her.
I should head home.
I can't leave her.
"AAAUGH!"
That was her.
Wasn't it?
Why do I care so much?
I don't even know her.
Ponies get hurt all the time. It's sad, and I always hate to see it happen, but-
It never hurts this much.
She's my sister's best friend. I've seen her around, but I've never really spoken to her.
But now?
I don't know.
I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually, she came out into the waiting room. She had a few small cuts and bruises, and bandages wrapped around her wings.
Her beautiful wings.
She was about to leave when she saw me.
"Hey Big Mac," she said, "are you hurt?"
What?
Why is she worried about me? She's the one who's hurt.
"N-nnope," luckily my accent hid the stutter.
"Then what are you doing here?"
No dodging this question with a yes or no.
"Checkin' on somethin'."
"Ok, well see you 'round."
She started to leave.
"Ya all right?" I asked
"Huh?"
"Are you all right? Yer wing, Ah mean it looks bad."
"It's fine, it was just dislocated this time, so I'll be flying again in no time at all."
"That's good."
She laughed.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I think that's the most words I've heard from you since we met."
"Eeyup."
It was, wasn't it.
She was smiling as she walked out the door.
We should talk more.
It's nice when she smiles.
I want to see her smile more.
But she probably won't smile much if she can't fly.
But doesn't she live in a cloud?
She has no way to get home!
I rushed out the door, but she was gone.
I looked around, but I couldn't find her.
What was I going to do anyway?