Looping Over Feeling

Sunset smashed through the door with a burst of magic. Snow came in with her as she stomped through the foyer to the kitchen. A green earth pony was laying down on her side, sprawled out on the floor. A pink plant with curling leaves lay amongst the debris of shattered clay emitting a faint mist.

She wasted no time burning the flower to a crisp and bending down to check the earth pony for a pulse. Some of the residual mist entered through her mouth and caused her to hack a few phlegms of blood. She ignored it.

Bloodshot eyes. Shallow breaths. Too much sickly fluid spreading across the tiles. If the poison wasn’t killing her, the impact to her head was.

Beginning her work, she tried every spell imaginable to attempt to heal her. She knew the pony kept a first aid kit and various herbal remedies nearby, but she needed to stabilize the victim before she could leave or they would die before she could get back.

“S-Sunset…” the pony rasped.

“No talking. I’m trying to save your life, Wallflower,” Sunset reprimanded.

She started through more obscure recovery magic. Lesser known spells only known by specialized medical professionals and historical magic nerds like herself.

“Y-you can’t, it’s—”

“I said no talking,” Sunset interrupted.

“... B-bye,” Wallflower rasped.

Sunset paused in her casting. She knelt, checking Wallflower for life. Nothing. She had passed.

Standing back up, Sunset’s expression set to a firm line, her emotions firmly repressed inside of her. She didn’t have time to indulge, nor did she have time to linger.

She left.