Anxiously, Rainbow tiptoed into the room after Twilight. All of a sudden this did not seem like a promising idea. Why, she did not know.

"Hello, Rainbow Dash," said Doctor Whooves. They shook hooves and Rainbow sat on one of the chairs. Twilight sat next to her. "So, how are you after losing your wing?"

"Deeply miserable," she muttered, looking at the floor. She had not realised that she would feel this awkward when Twilight first mentioned the idea. "Perked up a bit when Twilight told me there was something you could do to help me."

"There are, but we will talk about that in a little while," he promised. "So you felt better when you heard about it?"

The pegasus looked up. "Yeah. I mean, flying is my life. Love it. If there's something that you can do to help me fly again, I'll risk anything for it."

"It will cost a few thousand bits. It could be risky, and it might not work, but it's an idea that I have been working on, and it is better than nothing. Let me take you into another room, so that I can show you my idea." All three of them stood up and trotted out of the room. He led them to the Invention Room.

It was surprisingly bright, despite all the gadgets and gizmos that were littered everywhere. They passed three rows of shelves and came to a large open area. An antique desk was hidden in the corner of the room. The Doctor led them to this desk and pulled a folder out of the single drawer, turned on the desk lamp, and opened the folder.

The first page was a drawing; the back of a pair of normal pegasus wings. There were various notes scribbled around them. The second page was the front view. The third page however, showed a fake wing, a mechanical wing, in an open position. There were four blades and a joint that would allow the wing to close. The next page showed the wing when it was closed. Every tiny detail was included. Every tiny bolt. He had thought of everything.

"Wow," Rainbow breathed. "You can... make me a new wing?!"

"I can," Doctor Whooves answered.

He continued to turn the pages, which showed other wing designs. Some were like actual pegasus wings, others were more like those of a Griffin or hippogriff. He then showed Rainbow and Twilight a drawing of a cylinder.

"Hold on, what is this?" Rainbow questioned him.

"Well," Twilight explained, "Doctor Whooves was talking about you having just one mechanical wing. His plan was to surgically implant your favourite wing out of his designs. However, I thought that it would be better if you could have more than one wing. You know, maybe an everyday wing and a racing wing. This drawing is mine. Through surgery, it would be placed where you scar is. There would also be a metal plate there to hold it in place. A small bit of metal would jut outwards, and that's how the wing would be attached to your body. You could remove it at night, and have some kind of cover so that it doesn't wake you up. What do you think?"

"It. Is. AWESOME!" She shouted. She could have wings. She could fly again! She had been told at Ponyville General Hospital that she would never fly, but they were wrong!

"Glad you like it," Doctor Whooves chuckled. "It will take a lot of committment, and I don't actually know if it will work. However, I have spoken to Princess Twilight, who believes that it will work, and I have spoken to a few other scientists and doctors who specialise in pegasus wings, who also believe that it will work. Remember, if you go for the several wing option, this will probably cost more than ten thousand bits, and I guess that you are going to be buying a new house closer to the ground. You should speak to your friends Spitfire and Soarin and see if they want to pool some bits together, to help you afford everything."

Rainbow nodded. "Yeah, I'll ask them. They visited me in hospital, a few days before the rally that I was supposed to join them in. Hopefully, they'll help me gather some bits. If they endorse in me, then I'll have the two-wing option."

"Good to hear. I hope to see you soon. Drop in once you've talked to the Wonderbolts." He shook hooves with Rainbow first, then Twilight, and he trotted with them to the waiting room. He watched them leave. He watched his patient jumping up and down with sheer delight at the very thought of being able to regain the ability to fly. He had missed the beautiful rainbow streaks in the sky above Ponyville. Ponyville without its famous flier would not be the same, which was why he was so devoted to helping her. He still had to work out how she would control the wings, how she would spread them like normal pegasus wings and actually fly with them.

He had heard about a mare who had been paralysed because her spinal chord and back were broken, and an electrician had found that the nerve signal could still travel as long as it had a new wire to travel through. A new spinal chord had been made out of metal and plastic, the mare had had back surgery to fit it and fix the damaged spine. When she woke, she could walk again, and the stallion who conceived the idea became a millionaire.

The Doctor smiled now that he knew what had to be done. If he could find some genius way to include an electrical wire in his current wing designs, Rainbow could control the wings in the same way as her real one: mere thought. That would be quite a feat, but it was worth it.

His next patient knocked on the front door and he greeted them with his cheery, "Hello, how are you?"

No rest for the wicked.

Author's Note

There are two things that I would like to say.

1. The tale about the electrician curing someone's paralysis is a true story. Feel free to Google it.
2. Boeing-787, thanks so much for editing this (and reminding me not to use Lavender Unicorn Syndrome - I didn't even notice!). I know that everyone makes mistakes, but it feels good when someone points them out because it teaches you how to do it right.