Author's Note

Second chapter! Woooot! Thank you for all the lovely comments and favorites. They were awesome. They really made my day! And I needed that today.

Enjoy the feelsy Spitfire chapter!

Do Not Cry

Spitfire was stunned for only a fraction of a second before she sprang into action. She had to act quickly.

“MEDIC!” She barked. Then, she doled out instructions. “Soarin, you’re in charge here. Keep practice going. Thunderlane, go into my office and grab the bag underneath my desk, and I better see you move that flank! I’ll be at the hospital.” She said. Soarin and Thunderlane nodded, and then set off to obey their captain. They were the only two that knew what was really going on.

Rainbow Dash had wormed her way around the cold steel that was Spitfire’s emotions. Ever since that day- the day she had called Spitfire “Mama” for the first time. It had changed her. However, she had kept things professional on the grounds. But they knew that in private she had made some preparations.

Spitfire had had a feeling that something like this would happen. So she had gotten supplies. Diapers, wipes, powder, a bottle, and a pacifier. She had kept it in her office, underneath her desk. Just in case. Thunderlane flew as fast as he could to Spitfire’s office, and grabbed the bag, then dashed off to the hospital. He wasn’t as fast as Rainbow Dash, but he was no slowpoke. He flew there as fast as he could.

Spitfire herself stayed with Rainbow Dash. Her eyes never strayed from her fellow bolt. As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Spitfire gave rapid-fire instructions.

“I am to be with her at all times. I want her in a private room, no one allowed in unless they’re okayed by me. Soarin and Thunderlane are allowed. I want the best doctor in the house and one nurse- only one nurse while she’s still unconscious. I want X-Rays, Cat Scans, and every scan known to man. And I want it done now.”

The doctors all nodded. They knew better than to disobey Spitfire when they were on the Wonderbolts grounds. She ran beside Rainbow Dash as doctors began running tests. Cat scans, X-Rays, Reflexes. Almost anything that could be thought of. When the battery of tests had been done and Rainbow Dash was resting in a bedroom, Spitfire finally had time to worry. What in the name of Celestia was she going to do? She feared for Rainbow Dash first and foremost. Her safety and health was top priority. But she knew there was something else to worry about.

Just before she passed out, Rainbow Dash had called her Mama again, and this worried her. If her hunch was correct, Rainbow Dash would likely wake up in what her mother had called her “little space”. But that served another slew of problems. How would she protect her reputation and Rainbow Dash’s? She knew that in her adult mind, her fellow bolt would be angry at being revealed. She had to protect her. She just had to.

No matter what else she was, she saw Rainbow Dash as not just a fellow Wonderbolt, but a daughter. Rainbow had made her way into her heart. Despite how she acted professionally, she had prepared to take care of her. She had felt a new sense of purpose in caring for her, and she had planned to do that soon, but she hadn’t found the time. But she had prepared in case of something like this happening.

Just then, Thunderlane returned with the bag. Spitfire took it and nodded. “Nice work. Go back to Soarin and help with practice. You both can come back in here later on.”

Thunderlane nodded. “How is she?”

“She’s… stable.”

Thunderlane nodded. “Let us know if anything happens.”

“I will. Go on and get to practice.”

“Yes ma’am.” He said, and flew off.

Spitfire waited until the door closed before opening the bag. She pulled out a diaper and foal powder, before pulling off the covers.

“Okay, baby bolt. Let’s get you dressed.” She said. She slid the diaper beneath Rainbow Dash and powdered her. Then, she pulled it, and taped it up. She recalled Windy Whistles telling her that Rainbow had developed a bedwetting problem. She wasn’t sure if it would manifest itself while she was unconscious, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She put the covers back over Rainbow, and tucked her in. She ran a hoof through her mane, feeling all sorts of emotions crop up. Fear, Sadness, Guilt, and Anger filled her primarily.

Fear for Rainbow herself, of course. And sadness for her condition. But the guilt and anger were directed toward herself. The guilt for asking Rainbow Dash to perform a sonic rainboom in the show coupled with the guilt of knowing that this would not have happened without her asking, and added to the fact that she did not have any nets around the grounds because she expected more of their higher trained Wonderbolts. Shame sliced through her like a knife. How could she have been so careless? Her high expectations of everypony else had ultimately led to the injury of one of her best fliers. And not just any flier- Rainbow Dash. Her daughter.

The shame and guilt made her want to break, but she could not afford to. She could not blow her cover. She could not change her facade, and risk exposing the secret that she and Rainbow Dash shared. She had to keep her stone face. She wanted to do something- anything. But she feared that even prayer to Celestia or Luna would be enough to break her.

The doctor came in shortly after this. He explained to Spitfire that the X-Rays and Cat Scans, by some miracle, did not show any broken bones. There was a concussion and some bruising, but otherwise she was doing fairly well. Spitfire nodded, thanked him, and watched him leave.

She breathed somewhat easier after that. Her biggest fears had not been realized, and for that she was grateful. Now all that there was left to do was wait.

It seemed like she stayed that way for hours. Asleep. Peaceful. But for Spitfire, when she checked the clock, it had only been a few minutes. She sighed. It was a lot. For a long time, there was nothing. Then, there was a slight hissing sound. Spitfire already knew what was going on, and was grateful that she had put a diaper on her. She was hopeful that this meant Rainbow was close to waking.

A few minutes later, There was a rustling sound. Spitfire’s head shot up at that, and finally, Rainbow’s eyes snapped open.