//------------------------------// // Save her... please // Story: Come Back Dashie // by The Mechanical Artist //------------------------------// Pinkie ran as fast as she could. The sound of her hoofs beating rhythmically at the ground in sync with her heart only managed to elevate the panic already taking control of her mind. She cantered through streets and up narrow alleyways trying to reach her in time, if it wasn't already to late. Something had happened, something terrible. It had all happned so fast, one moment she was flying fine, but the next... The memory played over and over in her mind like a Pinkie came out over the bridge leaving Ponyville and sped up the path leading to the Everfree forest. Halfway down the dirt road she skidded to a halt. She had been here, she had to be here. Frantically she twisted left and right searching for a sign of her fallen friend. Nearly a full thirty seconds later, she spotted the faint dust cloud rising from the field. She shot across the grass racing t'words what she feared to be the worst. As she reached the crest of the hill she found her. Rainbow Dash was lying in a broken heap at the foot of the grassy slope. Pinkie slid to a halt near the base of the hill. Desperately, she scanned her friend looking for some hope or sign of life. Her chest was barely moving, but she was alive. She bent down, cradling her head in her arms as she gently brushed the hair off her face trying to survey the damage. A large gash in the back of her head was trickling blood at an alarming rate as well as her nose and mouth. Pinkie was terrified. "Dash?" she whispered nervously in her ear. Rainbow Dash remained silent She carefully shook Rainbow's lifeless body. "Dash! Come on, wake up!" She started to shake harder. "This isn't funny, you're hurt... badly! Please wake up!" She begged, but as her silence persisted Pinkies panic quickly turned into tears. "Wake up!" She looked at her friend. She had been hurt worse than she had initially thought. Ribbons of red fluid blossomed from her leg where it looked like she had landed pretty badly. She needed help, but she didn't know who or where to turn to. She watched as a small pool of blood collected around her unconscious friend's head. She had to get her safe, now. Her mind raced as she looked feverishly for somewhere safe to take her. Quickly she made her decision. She hefted the bleeding cyan pegasus onto her back and split, making directly for Twilights library. She was the smartest pony in Ponyville, she'd know what to do. She had to. Otherwise, Rainbow Dash was going to die. * . * . * Twilight put the book she was reading down and took another sip of tea. It was impossible. She just didn't understand how astrology was supposed to pass off as a science. It was complete nonsense. She really enjoyed reading all the stories about ancient heroes and such, but how you were supposed to predict the future from their constellations. Plus, if the stars could tell the future, then wouldn't that make Luna like some kind of Celestial mindreader. It was just, cheap! She put her cup down, and took one single note down on her letter for the subject. "Dear Celestia, Astrology is bogus, P.S. I think youre a Libra, look out for unexpected luck with love, Signed Twilight Sparkle." She chuckled to herself. She usually wasn't too good with humor, but she thought she had done a pretty good job on that one. She sank deeper into her overstuffed armchair. It was so quiet. She thought for once, she might actually take a nap. Or, at least she would have if Spike hadn't burst into the room waving his arms like a maniac. "Spike! What have I told you about knocking when I'm studying!" She yelled acroos the room at him. It hadn't been the first time this week, and she was getting tired of it. "Sorry Twilight!" He panted. "No, time! Dash. Outside. Hurt. Quick!" He looked about ready to puke. "Hurt? Spike, what are you talking about!" She tried to probe him for more information, but she didn't have time. "Go see for yourself." He said and raced off for the bathroom. Twilight sighed and trotted down the stairs to the front door wondering which leg she had broken this time. She almost wonered if it was worth her time to tell Dash to just go back to the hospital. She swung the door forward to allow Dash to limp right in but instead was met with a distraught Pinkie pie, but worse, and more surprising still, the mangled form of Rainbow Dash carried on her back. It only took about half a second for Pinkie to break the stunned silence shouting the first three words that came to her traumatized mind. "Save her... please!"