Everything was dark warmth flowing into your body.  I don't remember it being warm out?  Colors appeared again, this time warm hews of yellow orange and browns, the crackling of a fire and the chirping of birds were dominate sounds in this world everything smelled rustic, and with a slight feminine quality to it, it was all very welcoming.

Listening more carefully the colt could hear soft breathing, and he felt a weight on his chest.  Looking down he could see to his surprise a little orange angel laying on his chest, asleep.  Have I died and gone to heaven? he thought to himself in disbelief at what he was seeing.  He tried to get up but was interrupted by a shooting pain running throughout his body, an audible deep grunt escaped his through his gritting teeth.

Having her world shaken a little bit Scootaloo awoke, a yawn escaped from her mouth as she rubbed the sleep form her eyes.  Scanning the room for a moment her eyes met the colt that had saved her from that avalanche.  Excited that he's finally awoken after that tough night, she jumped up and fluttered about for a moment.  The colt's shock raised even further when she actually started to flap those wings,  floating about in a spastic manor. Those wings ARE real.  His eyes widened trying to take in this information. A REAL angel!

Scootaloo wanted to speak to him, but the words would not come out, it felt like they swelled up in her throat, her face felt flush every time she looked into his eyes.  She gathered the courage and let out an uncharacteristic “t-thank you...” she said with a squeak as she ran off downstairs yelling “Fluttershy! Fluttershy! He's awake!”

The pink maned pegasus turned her head toward and away form a pot soup she was tending to to see a frantic orange and purple blur race down skid to a halt right at her feet.  “Now Scootaloo, keep your voice down, he may be awake but he still needs his rest, he went thought a lot.”  Fluttershy cautioned  in a motherly tone to the little filly.  “I'm finished warming up this soup, would you be a dear and help me bring it up stares?” Fluttershy asked as she pored some soup into a wooden bowl.

“Sur hing.” Scootaloo mumbles as she grasped the saucer in her teeth, the little filly cantered up the stares at a snails pace compared to the speed at witch she went down, being ever careful not to spill the tasty smelling broth.  Fluttershy was about to follow when the whistle of the teapot caught her attention.  She pored out a cup of steaming tea through a strainer into a modest teacup, it was adorned with a simple red flower who’s stem warped around the base of the cup.  She was extra careful for this was her favorite teacup, the last of it's set... she looked down at the water vapors coming up and wafting into her nostrils, she had done this a million times before but each time was a wonderful memory... shaking away the feeling of nostalgia Fluttershy placed a drop of honey and mix it with a spoon until it was mixed in properly.

Meanwhile in the bedroom Scootaloo had just arrived with the hot soup.  The colt watched her intently as she entered the room and placed bowl on the table next to the bed, he wasn't dreaming before she did indeed have wings... bewildered he couldn't say a word, he was even oblivious to the world around him.  He finally snapped back to reality after the little filly yelled for the fifth time.

“Haay!” Her face only inches away form his her front hooves resting on the bed.  Having finally gotten that stunned look off his face Scootaloo went on with what she was saying. “Like I said we made you some soup.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice, immediately realizing this was the guy who saved her life, she let out a sigh. “I guess I shouldn't be surprised your still out of it... you did take the full brunt of a mountain for me...” stating in her best apologetic tone.

Apparently it was enough, because the colt smiled and tried to sit up, but was immediately brought back down by the rush of pain pulsating though his body, gritting his teeth in response nothing but a few groans escaping.

Scootaloo felt helpless, “You shouldn't move! You could hurt yourself more...” she felt embarrassed stating the obvious like that, but her options were limited.  “Somepony is coming soon to look over your wounds, and patch you up.” her tone shifted from concern to nurturing “So relax and try to eat some soup get your strength back. Okay?”

The colt tilted his head toward the little filly and nodded.  She took a spoonful of the soup gently blowing on it to cool it off before putting it to his lips.  The colt sucked up the broth, it was simple vegetable soup but the flavor was rich like the vegetables were just picked today and the grain like noodles floating in the broth were fresh out of the press, everything in the soup was soup, each ingredient had masterfully absorbed the flavor of the others.  This has to be the best soup I've had in ages!  Thought the colt as he instantly slurped up the broth leaving the spoon bare and burning his tongue.

“Careful your gonna burn yourself...” Scootaloo said out of concern for the pony that had saved her life not more than a few hours ago.  “My names Scootaloo. Thanks again...”

The colt wanted to give his name but as soon as he opened his mouth to speak it felt like the words had turned into thousands of needles erupting out of his larynx.  Out of reflex he put his front hooves to his throat like he was choking, he was unable to make another sound the pain was so intense.  He felt like he was going to die but as quickly as the pain came it subsidized.

There were two vary worried ponies in the room now, one who's afraid that the others going to choke to death on soup, and one that can't utter a word without agonizing pain.  Scootaloo spoke up first ”Are you Okay?”

The colt opened his mouth to talk again, but the pain fresh in his mind stopped him form making the attempt, I wish I could tell you I'm okay...what to do? What to do?  Then the idea popped into his head.  Motioning with his hooves for something to write with towards the the little filly hoping for some alternative means of communication.  Scootaloo got the hint and went rushing downstairs.

Fluttershy was on her way up the steps the tea cup balancing precariously on a dish in her mouth when Scootaloo swooshed passed her and then dubbed back having zoomed past Fluttershy in her rush almost causing Fluttershy to drop the tea.  “Fluttershy do you have a pen and paper?”  Scootaloo asked somewhat panicked.

Fluttering in the air with the teacup and dish now placed in her front hooves Fluttershy asked “is everything okay with our guest?” her voice containing the same kind genital tone it usually has.

Scootaloo took in a deep breath

“Hecan'ttalkIaskedhimhisnameandheopenhismouthandnothingcameouthelookedlikehewaschokingthenhestartedbreathingagainthenhewantedsomethingsoIcamelookingforyou-”

“Calm down little one” Fluttershy interrupted, but she did get the gist of what Scootaloo was saying, so she decided to see for her self what she could do. “Now let's go check on our guest.” the young mare said reassuring the little Filly as the both made there way into the guest bedroom.

The first to enter was Scootaloo, the colt was happy to see her return so quickly, but sad she was empty hooved.  That sadness would be short lived when the next pony to enter the room met his eyes.  She literally glided across the floor. Her main flowed eloquently around her body bouncing ever so slightly, her eyes were so inviting they seemed to steal the attention straight from the colt, everything about her didn't screamed beauty and grace but it was more of a gentle whisper forcing you to listen, and to top it all off she too was an angel.  For the first time in a while the colt's mind was blank he didn't know what to think, all he could was stare and breath.

Placing the tea cup on the table next to the bed she looked over the colt with a quizzical look, like he were some sort of puzzle. She drew her attention to his face nothing but concern for his health on her mind.  “Could you open your mouth please? That is, if you don't mind...”  something about this colt intimidated her, even though he could barley move, this thought persisted in the back of Fluttershy's mind.  Why do I get this feeling form him?

A feeling that seemed to get pushed aside when she looked into his kind eyes, a new feeling seemed to overcome the feeling of fear that she felt before, something like a warm blanket that a foal would use to keep safe form the monsters at night.  The colt noticed that there eyes had been locked for quite some time and in a panic looked away. Crap! I was staring, she must think I'm some sort of weirdo...  His eyes searched frantically for something else in the room to look at, anything, but nothing was quite as interesting as the filly in front of him.

As if sent to alleviate the tension there was a knock at the door, this broke the awkward silence and allowed Fluttershy to leave the room.  “Sorry, um... but that must be the medical profecional... here to help you...” she clumsy left his side knowing she was going to get him better care.  “Keep an eye on him, would you sweaty?” Fluttershy ask/told Scootaloo to do, who nodded in response.

Making her way over to her front entrance passing through her living room Fluttershy began talking through the door, “Thank you for getting here so quick, we could really use your help.” upon opening the door Fluttershy stopped dead in her tracks and froze up.  In the doorway was Patch Work, her old coltfriend.

Patch Work was a gray unicorn pony with a navy blue mane, but if somepony who didn't know him or hear him talk they would swear he was a filly, his figure was misleading, his face was pretty instead of handsome, and it didn't help that he never cut his mane, if it weren't for tucking it under his hat it would flow past his knees and his cutie mark was of a large square bandage.  

He was perspiring, the sweat dripping off his chin, he made an attempt to hide the fact that he was out of breath by forcefully slowing his breaths, but he just made himself sound like he was in pain.

They both were locked onto each others eyes, unable to utter a single word, there breakup wasn't bad or awkward, it was mutual, they cared for one another even now, other wise Patch Work wouldn't have rushed here to help her and nearly giving himself a heart attack in the process, but it was his job that caused them to breakup, he felt it wasn't fare to her for him to be gone so often, she deserved to be free not tethered to some colt that was never there for her, or so he felt.

Fluttershy was the first to break the silence, “um, good to see you again...”

“Good to see you too...” He replied.

Silence befell them again.

Patch Work was the first to speak this time, “Yes, so where's the patient?” his EMT training finally kicking in, he surveyed his surroundings for any dangers to keep himself and those around him safe.

“Oh, right up here” she said as he led him up the stares to the guest bedroom, seeing him again reminded her how much she actually missed him.

He did the same routine entering this room inspecting it for any danger, when he spied the teacup on the night table. so she kept it? Can't blame her it is a nice teacup... that was actually an anniversary gift from him, he gave her a set because she knew how much she enjoyed tea with Rarity.  That's in the past now he thought with a heavy heart as he got back to work.

Form his perspective a new mare had entered the room, a medical professional from the uniform.  All that aside what really caught his attention was the horn coming out of her head.  He had no idea what she was, what could cause a pony to grow a horn? On that subject what could cause a pony to grow wings? Were they born with them or am I really dead?  He had so many questions running around in his head but with no way to ask them, frustration built up in him he had one release, What's going oooooooooon!?! He screamed inside his mind.  

The others were able to sense his unease, and Patch job was going to do his best to help, he made his way over to the other colt and introduced himself, “Hello I'm Patch Job, I'm the Paramedic sent here to help, what seems to be the problem today?” he said in a calm compassionate manner.

holy crap that's a guy?!? The colt was too shocked to answer even if he could.  He just stared at the misleading colt.

Scootaloo spoke for him.  “he can't talk, I think it hurts him...”

“Oh okay, can you tell me how he got like this?” his question directed towards Scootaloo, he was going down the list to get an idea of what to treat this colt for. “I had heard there was an injury?”

The little orange filly bowed her head down in shame as she answered his question.”H-he...he got this way...saving me...”

Patch leaned down to her level, “Mind telling me the story?”

She regaled him with the tale of the snowboarding, the avalanche, and him catching her and keeping her safe.

“I see...” his  he reached into his saddle bag and pulled out two neck braces, an adult and a child size.  ”I'm gonna need to put this on you, okay?” he knelt down to Scootaloo's level, and levitated the neck brace in his gray aura right in front of her head.

“W-what? Why?” the filly asked as she nervously backed away.

“It's just a precaution, if you hurt your neck too you could have problems when you grow up.” Patch looked towards Fluttershy pleading with his eyes for some encouragement.

She took the hint and with a small sigh she put her hoof on Scootaloo's shoulder, “It's okay little one I've know Patch for a long time, he just want's to make sure your safe.  Please allow him to help you.”

Reluctantly Scootaloo agreed. “Fine.”  She stood still to so he could put the uncomfortable looking collar on her.

He used his magick to adjust her head so her face was in the right position. He hovered the collar around her neck, adjusted it to her size, locked it in place and placed it snugly on her.  “Is that okay, can you still breath fine?” he asked, his aura still holding her head still.

“Just dandy...” she replied somewhat sarcasticly, the creation of a magickal aura had surprised the colt, instinctively he wanted to ask what was going on, instead the same thing as before happened and he recoiled to the choking position.

Whispering in Fluttershy's ear “Could you watch her make sure she doesn’t move her neck? I have another patient to attend to.”  She nodded and tended to Scootaloo.

Interrupting Scootaloo nervously told Patch Job “This happened before... He doesn’t seem to be able to talk, but he want's to...” she tried her best but this situation was scaring her.

“Okay let's see what we can do.” he held the colt's head in place with his magick as well, “Open your mouth please.” requested Patch.  The colt complied opening his mouth as wide as he could. Patch took a peek in side, “no swelling, no discoloration... everything looks normal.”  Somethings causing him pain... but what? Patch pondered the question for a moment and came to a frightening conclusion.  Could it be magick?

The colt was dumbstruck by the powers this pony with the horn had.  Is he some sort of mutant psychic?  No the angles are acting like this is normal... but angles aren’t normal ether... Aaahg!  What's going on!?!

“Let me try something.”  Sugested Patch, as he lowered his horn around the injured colt's neck, making him very nervous in the process.

crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap! POINTY object headed right for my NECK!  The colt froze his pupils dilated and focused on the location of the horn.

Patches horn glowed and he was able to pick up some faint magical aura around the colt's neck.  It was spell, well hidden within the background energy all ponies have, but it was there.  Let me try a standard break enchantment first.  luckily first times a charm as the spell began to dissipate.  “That should help, but wait a little while before trying your voice out.”

The colt nodded.

“Okay let's get to the rest of through the rest of this, then we can get you to the hospital.”  Going through the motions Patch continued hold the colt's head still with his magick then began the examination.

Patch checked the blood pressure “123/76, pulse 24, BPM 20, breathing is normal.” Patch took out a canister of O2 from his saddle bag with a non re-breather mask adjusted placed it around the patient's muzzle and set it to 16 liters, he then created a focused low-intensity beam of light and shined it into the colt's eyes.  “Pupils are bilateral and equal.”  

Scootaloo's curiosity was piked, she did her best to see what was going on but Fluttershy interfered with every attempt the foal made, keeping her surprisingly still.  ”Come on, I wanna see.” she protested.

“No! You need to keep still Scoot.” Fluttershy demanded.  

His patient was in good health so Patch went into a focused physical exam. He removed the bed sheets off the colt with his teeth, he began his examination at the top.  The colt was positioned on his side now, ya know once you get used to this unseen force, it's actually kinda relaxing. thought the colt with a serene look on his face.

Patch made his way to the ribs lots of contusions, but no flailing chest, the abdomen was a bit tender but fine, his back seemed like one big bruise it was purple but not too much swelling, the right leg was littered with contusions and a few abrasions thankfully nothing was broken, the left leg on the other hand something was definitely broken and tended to. Patch looked at Futtershy who looked back giving a smile looking for approval, he returned the smile knowing she knew what she was doing.  “I see you haven't forgotten when we used to study together.”

“Well... I... It's just that... how could I forget any of that?” she said a blush spreading across her face.

Patch just gave a nervous laugh rubbing the back of his head with a hoof, a blush spreading across his face as wall.  “It's a useful skill to have...”  crap dose she still...  He quickly shook that thought out of his head when he realized he had overlooked something, because it wasn't there.  He had no cutie mark. At his age? How is this possible?  “W-who are you?” Patch asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The colt opened his mouth as if to answer the question immediately but froze, his face then contorted as it pondered the question.  His heart felt like it would stop because he was unable to answer that question with anything but “I...don't know...”