"Hmm, a few scratches here and there, nothing too major. Your ankle seems to be a little bruised, same with your ribs, nothing broken in your body thankfully. How did you say all this happened again?" Nurse redheart asked while going about her normal doctorly duties.
"I was doing some morning training. Something happened with my wing and it started to really hurt, after that I couldn't seem to fly. I went into a freefall and was practically stopped by a tree and her roof." Spitfire pointed to Vinyl, who was just sitting quietly at the back of the room reading a Music Monthly.
"I see. Well I have some good news and some bad news for you my dear. What would you like to hear first, hun?" The nurse asked while looking over what seemed like overly complicated notes and test results.
"The good news first please." Spit said while trying to seem calm about the bad news to come.
"You're pretty much all fine. All you'll need is a few days rest, and try not to move around too much."
"And the bad news?"
"As good as your body is, your wings are a different story. You see they are fractured in many different places,
most likely due to you falling through a tree and a roof. It looks as though you landed on your back. Is that correct?"
"Yeah, I did. But I don-"
"I thought you said nothing was broken?" The voice coming from Vinyl who was now looking at the doctor over her magazine that she had almost finished. A skeptical look on her face.
"I said nothing in her body was broken, her wings are a different story." Looking back at Spitfire the nurse continued. "You see dear, your wings are going to take a much longer time to heal, a few months to a year maybe."
"That can't be right, that can't happen. I have my job as a wonderbolt! I can’t just take a year off! I can’t let my team down like that! I'll have to go back sooner. I can’t just stop." She practically shouted with a scared and confused look clearly on her face.
"I'm sorry hun, but if you try to fly before I or another doctor gives the O.K, it may damage your wings more and you may never be able to fly again. I'm sure a year at most of waiting is worth not having a lifetime grounded."
"I... I suppose so. Thank you Nurse Redheart. Is that all?"
"That’s about it for now. I would like to see you again in a month to see how your wings are going. Just be careful, and until you get the O.K from a G.P I urge you, do not use your wings for anything."
"Alright. Vinyl come on, let’s go."
"Sure." The unicorn said as she got up and placed the magazine that she had just recently finished reading back onto the desk. She turned to face Nurse Redheart.
"Thank you."
Spitfire was limping out the door to the clinic when Vinyl came up beside her. No words were said until they were outside.
"Time for those drinks! YEAH!" Vinyl screamed, doing a hoof pump into the air, a huge smile across her face.
"I’m surprised at your lack of concern for my wellbeing." Spitfire said with a disgruntled look upon her face.
"Follow me Spitty, I know the best place to get a good drink!"
Spitfire gave a heavy unamused sigh, she figured as long as she didn't use her wings like the doctor instructed, she should be fine to go get a drink at least.
Vinyl was practically skipping to the bar, the huge grin from earlier only seemed to have gotten larger in her excitement.
"How much further, I’m starting to think that a strong drink should do me good. Get my mind off all this and what not."
"Not much, it’s just up here. Only a few limps away." Vinyl gave a snicker at the joke she just made at the expense of the Pegasus.
Spitfire gave another heavy sigh of annoyance, but decided not to say anything.
"Here we are Spitty, this here is the best place to get a drink." Vinyl pointed to the sign that read 'Brollys' Booze'
Both trotted inside, having a gander at the bar, they concluded that it was surprisingly empty for the time of evening it was. When both had taken their seat at the bar, the bartender, a good looking stallion with a brownish grey coat and a whisky glass as a cutie mark strolled over.
"What can I get for you two lovely ladies?"
"The usual, Brolly! Woo!" Vinyl shouted out with her hoof in the air.
"And you miss?"
"The strongest you got, and make it a double."
Brolly looked the run down pegasus over.
"Rough day eh?"
"Yeah... And I don’t expect that to change for the next year."
The bartender nodded and walked off. He soon walked back with some glasses and two different bottles of alcohol enveloped by a magical brown aura coming from his horn. He placed the glasses in front of the two girls, taking note that they both had very different moods showing, the white unicorn all excited about to have a good drink, and the pegasus all down, drinking to make it easier to deal with.
"Now you sure you want this? It’s pretty darn strong. Vinny here couldn't even take more than two gulps of this stuff."
Spitfire looked over to Vinyl and giggled.
"What’s so funny?" The unicorn asked with the glass of alcohol about to touch her lips.
"I just never thought you one for the nick name Vinny."
The bartender still standing there waiting for an answer to his question cleared his throat to announce that he was still there.
"Oh, yeah. Pour it in."
The bartender poured it in with a sort of scared look on his face. He reared back when he gave it to Spitfire.
She took a swig of her drink, her eyes widened and she looked directly down at her drink with a look of astonishment.
"I love this drink! I used to have it all the time back up in cloudsdale!"
Both Vinyl and brolly looked at the pegasus with amazement.
"I think her mood just picked up a bit." Brolly whispered to Vinyl with a pleased look on his face. There wasn't anything he liked more than to see someone happy.