Rainbow drank and drank and drank and drank...
At last, the jug of medicine was empty.
The mare lurched forward—catching herself on the edge of a table sitting crookedly in her foyer. She wheezed for a breath as liquid dribbled off her chin.
Closing her eyes, Rainbow took several deep breaths. Waiting...
At last, the tingling went away. Blood circulated through her arteries and she felt a familiar warmth in her limbs.
The pegasus' eyes fluttered open. She looked to the side... where two enormous jugs of medicine had been completely emptied within the span of half-an-hour. It was almost a third of the supply that Zecora had brewed for her that day.
An enormous lump formed in Rainbow's throat. Nevertheless—with a stretch of her presently flexible limbs—she marched forward and proceeded with shuffling her furniture about.
Two anguishing hours later, Rainbow Dash finished pushing a dresser against a wall beside her front door. The mare was aching and sweating all over. Despite her trembles, she fought against the pain, pushing the large wooden object as far as she could.
When at last the dresser came to a stop, Rainbow collapsed on her belly. She lay in a puddle of sweat and haggard breaths, gazing across the dusty floor of cloudstone.
With a gulp, she rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. It was difficult to see. It was a few hours past midnight and she only had a few manalights turned on to conserve energy.
Fluctuations of color played before her eyes as the blood rushed through her head. Soon, her mind—and her body—calmed down. In fact, it grew almost too calm.
Rainbow lifted her forelimbs, rubbing the fetlocks together.
It had been only two hours of hard labor... and already she was starting to feel the tingling numbness setting back in.
With a forlorn breath, the mare gazed into the kitchen. She saw four remaining jugs of medicine. No matter how long she stared, she couldn't push herself to rush in and consume some more.
Instead, she stood up, flapped her wings, and hovered halfway across the house. She gazed into her bedroom. Half the furniture still remained—heavy and formidable. Rainbow's limbs ached just looking at them.
The mare took several deep breaths. She leaned against a doorframe, exhaling... suspended in the smell of her own sweat.
At last, she gazed thinly out the window... and her ears drooped.
Minutes later, Rainbow turned about... and made a limping trot towards where her growingly smaller bit bag resided.