Tales of Friendship

"Rainbow Dash! Dr. Fluttershy is waiting for you," a voice had said. Rainbow Dash was waiting to get a checkup. She opened the door to the room.

"Uh... h-hello R-Rainbow Dash. M-my name is F-Fluttershy, and I-I'll be checking y-you up to-"

"Alright, just get this over with!"

"Oh... yes. That mare said you should get a scan, right?"

"Yeah. Still think she's a bit... strange, though."

"Okay. Scan. Um... in a minute," Fluttershy said, barging through the appliances at the room. "I signed up to be a veterinarian, not this," she thought. "Okay... found it...!" she said, holding a small camera with her.

"This isn't going to hurt. Just stay still for a second, please."

"Just get this done with!"

"Oh.. yes," Fluttershy said, snapping a picture of Rainbow Dash's skull. Once she opened them, she had put on a horrified face and ran away immediately.

"Okay... a bit strange. Does this mean I can go now?"

Another doctor came into the room. "Rainbow Dash... you have a brain tumor."

"A WHAT!?!?"

"A brain tumor, Rainbow Dash. You'll need to get surgery. Thankfully, the tumor is small, and recently made. That Twilight mare must be some kind of psychic.

"Not a psychic, doc. Just an egghead."

"A what?"

"Nevermind."

Rainbow Dash soon later got a surgery. Thankfully, because of Princess Celestia's school's god-like health service, she was able to make a full recovery within the next few days.

"Should I thank her?" Rainbow Dash asked to herself. She was referring to Twilight.

"I think you should, Rainbow Dash," a voice creeped up to her.

Rainbow Dash let out a startled yelp, only to find that it was just Fluttershy.

"I mean, she did save your life."

"But it wouldn't be very awesome of me to say thank you to a pony I just met!"

"That... isn't an excuse."

Fluttershy was right. I don't know what she's been on, but Rainbow Dash's "excuse" was weak as Tartarus.

"Okay... I'll thank her."