Light. Such bright light. Nothing else but a blinding essence of liberation. Scootaloo began to make out what looked like a narrow sliver of platinum radiating from what little vision she had at the moment. She was unable to feel, unable to speak, and unable to even know what this light was. Soon after came a faint tone in the distance. As her awareness steadily began to increase, the small pulsating tone grew ever so slightly louder with each second that passed. Every second felt like a day, and then an hour, and then a minute as her awareness increased more and more. The distraught pegasus attempted to take in a deep breath. The air filled her nostrils with a glorious wind of life. The atmosphere carried a heavy scent of fresh linen and flowers. "Am I dead?" was the only thought that she was able to form in her current state.
Everything seemed so surreal. The small tone that she had been listening to finally became a steady beeping sound. The light which she was looking upon started to come into focus. It was just a simple light fixture. She felt a small amount of feeling resonating from her weak body and springing up into a small alertness. She attempted to move her head when just then, there was a sharp pain that caused her ears to ring and her nerves to shudder. The beeping tone increased in speed and Scootaloo felt a cold sensation running down the sides of her face. She could hear yelling from a distance, but was scared and unsure of what it might be. Before another thought passed through her mind, there was another pair of saphire colored eyes right before her own.
"Listen Scootaloo!" the voice continued, "You need to slow your breathing! Don't move!" Scootaloo attempted to open her mouth to scream, but it was no use. Her mouth had been tied shut with medical wrapping. "Give her the sedative! Now!" Scootaloo felt a cold rush running throughout her body. Within seconds the beeping tone had slowed back to it's normal pace and she no longer felt nervous or frightened. "There. That's much better." Scootaloo could now see that she was not dead but only deathly injured. She noticed the red cross symbol on nurse cap that the mare in the room was wearing. She knew exactly where she was. Ponyville Hospital.
"You took quite a fall. It's a miracle that you survived being struck by lightning, let alone falling from that height" Scootaloo wondered in awe about what the nurse had just told her. Struck by lighting? That would probaly explain why her sight went dark and why she couldn't move before she crash landed. The nurse continued, "Even though your injuries are severe, the doctor says that you should still be able to make a full recovery." Scootaloo couldn't help but be relieved by these words. Her worst fear was knowing that she would have to give up flying. It scared her even more than death itself. "It looks as though your pulse is back to normal. In the meantime, try to get some rest and just push this button if you should need anything." Scootaloo drew her eyes to the red button with the white cross on it.
She felt her eyelids getting heavier and let herself drift back to sleep and began to dream. A full recovery. Flying again. Wonderbolt. "You're an angel." These words kept replaying themselves in her head as she delved deeper into her slumber. "The worst is behind me." she thought. She could not have been more wrong. . .