“What?! Why? What’s wrong with him?” Shrieked Rainbow Dash.
“Well, since your son was born a month early his lungs are not fully developed, so he’ll need to be on life support for a few weeks” Nurse Redheart replied.
“Soarin, Spitfire, you can take Rainbow home with you, and keep an eye on her for the next few hours”
“You never told us where her foal is, at least let us say goodbye to him” Soarin pleaded.
“We can’t let you do that, sorry” Said a nurse.
“And why the hay not?!” Snapped Rainbow
“We can’t have you interfering with a very delicate surgery, now can we?” The doctor said.
“Hold up, Rocket Sky is getting cut on and you didn't even tell me?!” Yelled a very angry Rainbow.
“Cute name, and yes. We didn't have time to ask for your consent. It was life or death” The nurse continued what the doctor had said.
“Oh my stars!” gasped Soarin.
“Now, please escort Miss Dash home” Redheart said.
Over the next few days the trio visited Rocket Sky every day. With each passing day he seemed to grow healthier and stronger, even flipping his little wings.
“He’s momma’s little fighter” Rainbow said looking at him and stroking his mane.
It was almost 3 months after his birth that the Doctors thought he was strong enough to go home with Rainbow Dash. Pinkie pie threw a small party to welcome the baby home.
“Welcome home, little one” Rainbow Dash cooed as she placed him in the crib that the Princesses sent her. After tucking him in she kissed his forehead, and went to bed.
When she woke up and went to check on him, he was very cold and motionless.
“No-no… Not again!” Rainbow dash sobbed over her little baby.
The funeral was small. Rainbow Dash only wanted her close friends there.
“I’m so sorry for your loss Rainbow” Spitfire said sadly.
“You said he would be fine! YOU SAID HE WOULD GROW UP! You told me…you told me...” Rainbow Dash yelled. “I lost them both, my husband, my son, all without being able to say goodbye to them.” She continued. Then looking around the room at all her friends she simply screamed “WHY?!”