In Stitches

Rainbow Dash didn't sleep well. She woke up in a panic several times and, in doing so, she lost her bed. She wandered, unable to sleep anymore, in search of almost anything at all. An hour ago she had awakened stiffly huddled on the hard ground by the base of a tree. With much effort and her little remaining energy she had struggled to her hooves. She had taken a very carefully placed step and her body had almost given out under her weight. She continued to take small steps, edging in, what she guessed was, a straight line. She had just started to grow confident on her hooves when her face was rudely introduced to a tree. She had almost lost her balance, but she recovered, stumbling back a bit. She snapped back to the present, she was starting to get hot. Her thirst was killing her, literally, and by now she had a mighty headache and was getting weaker with every step she took. Her ears flicked. She stopped. There was a new sound reaching her ears, and to her it sounded like-
"Water!" She almost screamed it to herself. She changed directions, rapidly running into all manner of things, from trees, to rocks, to bushes. The sound was closer now, not a roar like a river, but definitely a creek. Her strength started to fail. She needed water. She slowed as her face got familiar with yet another tree, and stepping around it, her hooves came in contact with liquid. She bent her head down to drink, only to discover to her dismay that not a single drop could get past her lips. She screamed in frustration, into her mind letting tears splash into the water around her. She began to think, trying to come up with a way to get the liquid life into herself. She let a breath out through her nose, a sigh of defeat coming with it. Something was coming to her though, a thought, something Pinkie did once. It was hard to think. The thought was deep in her mind and bringing it up was causing her significant pain. The thought began to play in front of her blind eyes like a movie. She watched as Pinkie Pie jumped out of a shallow puddle, far too small to hold her, and squirted water into Her face. She remembered how mad and grossed out she was but now it seemed like the only thing left to try. She bent her head down to the water and paused about an inch away.
"Now, how do I do this...? I hope it doesn't hurt." She brought her snout down to the water and dipped it in. The cold water bit at her bound face. She had run out of adrenaline and her injuries were starting to add up. She continued down, setting her nose to the water and bracing for whatever may come. She took a hard breath in, pulling the water with it.
"It burns! OH, CELESTIA, IT BURNS!" She pulled back from the water, choking into her tied mouth, making it bleed more. She continued to choke and, while doing so, lost her balance falling into the middle of the stream.
"NO NO NO!" She screamed into her mind, and then She was swept under the water, flailing downstream into unknown territory.