When Rainbows Cry

chap 4: Rainbow wakes up in a hospital (badly injured but able to take care of herself) she thinks that it was all a nightmare, fluttershy tells her and gets a broken nose and a dislocated wing, Rainbow escapes, sees scoots grave and kicks it slightly cracking it, ends with the pieces of rock falling on the ground

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…

Rainbow slowly pried her eyes open, her head was worse than pounding and every part of her body ached. Looking around she noticed that she was in a hospital bed, the clean brightness of the sheets hurting her sensitive bloodshot eyes. The room that Rainbow lay in was pristine, to the point of sterile: every surface was either a white or pale blue, excluding the small, ironically dying, bouquet of roses, presumably left by a friend. Though the fact that the flowers were wilted and dying made her slightly nervous about being in the room for so long. There was a baby blue clock on the wall reading 8:56, four minutes before visiting hours.

Rainbow’s eyes drifted to her body: Most of it was covered with the thin, white bed sheets; her exposed fore-legs were completely covered in thick layers of bandages and surrounded by a hard, oppressive cast; on both of her fore-legs there was a tiny circle, about the size of a one pound coin, of exposed cyan fur, a needle connected to an IV, plunged deep into her flesh. Rainbow noticed a sling was holding her left hind leg up, at a sharp 60° angle. She tried flapping her wings, and even though it hurt she figured if need be flying would be possible.

Normally Rainbow wouldn’t be scared or even bat an eyelid about being in a hospital: it came with the job; but something about the severity of these injuries, the dull aching pain that inhabited her body, made Rainbow shiver, or the best she could anyway with all those infernal tubes and needles and machines surrounding her.

Rainbow heard the sound of a latch being undone, following it the soft clacking of two ponies hooves.

“Now,” the pony’s voice sounded gentle and masculine, he spoke in a soft, low, and hushed tone, as if to not wake her up, at times though it was difficult to understand him, “Ms F…shy, you need to understand that she’s still in c…ical condition. She can move fine but it’s a…sed for her not to.” Rainbow was getting frustrated, it seemed that all the important words were getting muffled, possibly on purpose. Gradually the cyan mare could hear, and feel, her heart getting faster, stronger.

Thud. THUD.Thud. THUD. Thud. THUD. Thud. THUD.Thud. THUD.