.... there's a slight... buzzing as my head is about to hit the ground, stopping the collision. There wasn't enough time to find the source before reality detached and I was sent sprawling into the blackness.
Bright flashes and colors explode before my eyes as I'm rapidly shuffled through scenes of my life, some of which haven't happened yet.
Then, as if smashing through a glass window, I break my way through the sky and into... somewhere...
Weakened by blood loss, I feel myself plummet towards the castle like a brick of lead.
I slam my eyes closed, bracing for my death. The wind whistling harshly against my ears heralding the impact...
It took me a second to realize nothing happened, no smashing or even any pain.
I risked opening my eyes, only to discover a glowing field of golden sparkles sounding me, conforming to my every move.
"Wh.... what?" I barely manage out before the sparkles lower me gently to the ground.
"There's no time," a voice snapped, with all the power of the sun, yet as gentle as a spring day. "I have to save your life, then return you."
I felt myself being laid down on some sort of a stretcher, I was shivering uncontrollably and tired, so tired...
"Oh, blood hell," Elizabeth sighs finally getting back to the enclosure, "I'm surprised he lasted this long."
"Code black! Get me the Victoria!" Elizabeth's handler shouts out the door, momentarily dropping the unicorn's leash.
Elizabeth looks from the dying Pegasus to the door several times, it was unguarded. She could escape, go back to London and then home....
Then she looked back at him, his ragged blood-soaked form, holding onto life by half a thread. She couldn't leave him like this, but her home waited, she might not get another chance at this. She had to try, to make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain.
Elizabeth bolted for the door, shoving the single zookeeper aside, she was free now. And she would never, ever go back.
"How are they?"
"She's stable, but he's... not so much."
I turn my head, trying to make sense of what just happened. I was in the clinic, although it was much more smudgy than before. I barely have the strength to hold my head up for a few seconds before collapsing to the table with a metallic thud.
"Will he pull through?"
"We can't be sure, we don't know exactly what we're dealing with here."
"Make sure he lives. That's an order."
With one final valiant effort I gaze around the room, struggling in vain for a clear picture
My gaze rests upon two human smudges one was a female in white the other was a guy in green.
I squeak something out, turn, vomit, then black out again.
"Make sure he lives, doc. Uncle Sam's invested a lot of money in your freak show." He orders, pushing around the scientist.
"I know that, he tried to kill himself! It wasn't our fault." She protests, backing down.
"Just keep him alive, we're going to start testing by the end of the month." He pushed her back, enraged.
"You can't do that!" Kathrine protests gripping the Sargent's arm, "they're not ready, Yankee has just barely recovered and Elizabeth just got a tranquilizer overdose."
He broke her grip, "The end of the month."
With his agenda stated he let the door slam shut behind him, leaving a softly crying Kathrine and two critical ponies in the dark lab.