//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: WonderDash // by Fiorella //------------------------------// Beep. Beep. Ugh... My head... Beep. And my wings... And my... Beep. Beep. What- What happened? Spitfire tried to move, but felt something gently restrain her. She struggled against whatever it was, but found herself too weak. "Shhh... It's ok, Spits." Soarin'? Spitfire slowly started to open her eyes. Her eyes didn't hurt too badly, they just felt like eyes feel when you haven't slept. Whiteness. The room was purely white, except that dark blue blob swimming around he corner of her vision. Wait- room? How did she get there? Spitfire blinked, trying to make sense of the room around her. She blinked again and everything became clear. She was in a hospital. The whiteness of the room burnt her eyes. As best as she could, the captain of the Wonderolts glanced down to see her body. Most of it was covered with a starched, white blanket, it she could see her white hoof... White? Spitfire's fur is yellow! Then it dawned on her- she was bandaged up. Why, though? She hardly ever got hurt... She became dimly aware the beeping was increasing in speed... "Shh... Spitfire, just try to rest." Soarin's voice drifted down to her. She finally realised what the blue blob was- it was Soarin'. "Soarin'?" Spitfire's voice was dry, it hurt her to talk. She took another breath, and tried to ask some questions. How did she get here? Why was she hurt? What happened? But instead fell in to a violent fit of coughing. The coughing hurt, it hurt so bad. Every single one of her ribs felt like it was been hit repeatedly with a bat. Spitfire had been so distracted with the pain, she didn't even notice that she was thirsty. If fact, it'd be safe to say she was dehydrated. "Spits..." Soarin's sympathetic voice cut through her muddled thoughts. She felt something circular press to her lips, and cool liquid gently flowed into her mouth. Spitfire bit down on the bottle and begun drinking, faster and faster... The water felt so cool, so cool and good on her burning throat. "Woah there, Spits! You're gonna choke if you drink too fast!" Soarin' gently pulled the bottle from Spitfire's lips. "Soarin'? What- What happened?" Spitfire asked. Her voice was much stronger now, and it didn't hurt to talk as much. Soarin' grimaced, and dropped Spitfire's gaze. He drew a breath and opened his mouth, as though he was going to start talking, but then, unsure of what to say, closed his mouth again. "Soarin'? What happened?" Spitfire put more force in her words this time. She caught Soarin's gaze again, and stared into his eyes. Before he got to answer, the double doors to the room opened slowly. A small white Pegasus mare stepped in. Fleetfoot, the youngest member of the Wonderbolts. Usually, Fleetfoot would bounce into a room, with an energy supply none of the other Wonderbolts could seem to understand. Today, however, Fleetfoot seemed the exact opposite. Fleetfoot slowly stumbled into the room, holding a tray of sandwiches in her mouth, eyes downcast. It didn't take an idiot to realise she had just been down to get food from the cafeteria, which only made Spitfire wonder how long she had been lying in the room. What time was it? what happened? Fleetfoot noticed Spitfire's open eyes, and stopped- it seemed like time had gone still- until Fleetfoot jumped into action. Dropping the tray, and causing the sandwiches fall apart on the floor, Fleetfoot rushed to Spitfire's side, almost unseen due to her speed. "Spitfire! Spitfire, please tell me you're ok. We thought we lost you! Spitfire? Spitfire, please answer me!" Fleetfoot almost shouted, she was just beginning to reach out to shake Spitfire when she felt a hoof on her shoulder. Soarin' gently pulled the white mare back. Soarin' gently shook his head, and Fleetfoot instantly understood, stepping back, she spoke again. This time at a controllable volume. "Heh, sorry Spits..." Spitfire smiled weakly, attempting to sit up, but Soarin's was quick to restrain her. Instead, she turned her head painfully to look Fleetfoot in the eye. "I'm fine Fleets" She muttered, wincing as a sudden surge of pain flooded her chest. "Fleetfoot... Do you remember what I said?" Muttered Soarin', which, unfortunately immediately attracted Spitfires attention. "What did you say? Soarin'..." Asked Spitfire, struggling once again to sit up again, but Soarin' pushed her back down. "Spitfire... Don't move, ok? You could make everything worse... Don't say anything. You crashed... Badly. We didn't see much, just you hitting the ground. Stop trying to move. And we can't be sure-" "But- what about-" Spitfire tried, only to be cut off once again. "Don't stress. You should be sleeping right now..." Soarin' begun, but was almost immediately cut off by Spitfire. "I don't care what I should be doing! Answer my question or... Or..." Spitfire trailed off, mumbling slightly, none of the other Wonderbolts had a chance to understand what she was saying. Soarin' looked sadly at Spitfire for a second, before sighing and opening his mouth again. "You don't remember anything, do you?" He asked, careful to keep his voice calm and level, but Fleetfoot could hear it waver slightly. "Hm? Remember what?" Spitfire asked sleepily. "What should I... Where... Is..." "Just rest" Soarin' whispered, stroking Spitfires mane out of her eyes. "Go back to sleep..." Unwillingly, Spitfire complied.