Scootaloo's eyes moved listlessly around the ditch as she was pulled away from the muck and rocks below. She must've been flying now, high above it all... it seemed so natural. She finally felt safe.

"You're going to be okay..." a gentle voice echoed beside the filly as the light waned in and out around her.

"So... so..." She tried to communicate, the words there but not coming out.

"Save your strength!" A familiar, deep-sounding southern voice exclaimed.

Scootaloo felt a hoof at her side, poking and prodding her belly... she didn't mind:

"We aggravated a wound..." a voice echoed with clinical detachment. "This filly's losing blood fast."

Scootaloo was laid back down on the ground, before her two angels dressed in white... ready to take her away. They brought her a new sense of peace, so she welcomed them as they touched her all over. Satisfied, they vanished... replaced by a more familiar face.

Rainbow Dash was there. Her face looked sad, her eyes pleading, yet... she seemed happy. She said something, but what exactly Scootaloo couldn't hear. It was as though the Pegasus was shouting into a valley, her words echoing and distorting into decayed sounds before they even reached the little filly. Dash gave her a weak hug.

Scootaloo felt shrouded in a warm light now, encompassing her entire body like a comforter. This warmth felt natural, better than the sun, and she wanted more of it. The only way to get more was to allow herself to drift deeper... and deeper into this natural state. She didn't mind that.

As she was lifted up again, she heard (but didn't understand) Dash's frantic sounds. She didn't want Dash to leave her again, but the more time passed... the further away her voice got, and the less she cared.

Eventually, Scootaloo was enclosed in a small dark place. A white mare stood above her smiling. In the heavenly figure's hoof was a red bag, a tube flowing down to Scootaloo's foreleg... as the red dripped down the filly started to feel cold again. She found herself being unable to recline again into the warm bliss as her surroundings seemed to be moving. Scootaloo's awareness gradually returned.