Post by Diamond on May 9, 2013 19:18:32 GMT -5
Three broken ribs. Right wing shattered in seven different places. Twelve cracked teeth. Open compound fracture in right foreleg. Punctured lung. Two cracked ribs. Concussion. Severe case of frostbite. Severed Artery. Dislocated vertebra and a ruptured eardrum.
That was my diagnosis when they admitted me to Lifeline Hospital in Manehatten; breathing shallowly with labored wheezing. Only barely conscious and unresponsive- wrapped in a blanket of incoherency and sputtering hisses of protest to the dark place that was trying to pull me into it's depths.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, lost in silence, and drowning in my own tears. How could I speak when there was nothing to say, and try as I might I couldn't anyway. My voice was buried; lost to somewhere I didn't know existed inside of me. Stricken and silent, in a room bared of any and all sounds other than the buzzing beeps of the machines that crowded around me; I stared helplessly at the newspaper at the foot of my bed.
I couldn't make out much other than the headline through my tears, but it was enough. I had flown has high as I could. I took on the odds as if I had flunked out of math class, and I double dog dared probability to stop me. I should have been dead, and I was hooked up to so many machines that I doubted there was room in here for a doctor- but it didn't matter. There was no first-aid kit that could have healed me like that head-line:
MIRACLE MARE FROM MANEHATTEN SHATTERS ALL TIME RECORD FOR HIGHEST FLYING FILLY
I cried. I cried so hard, because I was so happy, and I 'd never, ever, been in that place before.
DIAMOND DANCER ; (Know known, as the IMPOSSIBLE PONY) Brought the crowd to a standstill on Monday, when the little filly crushed the world's record for Highest Flying Pony in the history of Equestira. Diamond Dancer, kissed the sky by traveling to the Stratosphere, only 7 feet away from reaching the Mesosphere and broke the held record of highest flying Pegasus (Cloud Kicker, in the early days of Equestria) With a reward of 50,000 Bits, Diamond has dedicated her winnings to a friend in local LifeLine Hospital, suffering from a severe case of Horn Rot. The little pony, against all odds, beat out the competition, and sought nothing more than to reach for the stars, and after a spectacular crash, was discovered to be alive and has been admitted to Life Line Hospital for observation and treatment. Diamond wowed the judges with her flight patterns and sheer determination to exceed goals. When she returned to earth after her flight, the little foal had a distinct marking on her flank that wasn't there when she undertook the massive task. Miracle Mare to be sure, not only did Diamond Dancer shatter the world's record, donate her proceeds to an ill friend in the hospital, but she got her Cutie Mark in the process. This 'Fantastic Filly' certainly displays the sort of courage required to be a Wonderbolt, which is fitting since part of-
I stopped reading because it didn't matter anymore. The rest of the story was entirely unappealing to me in the moment. I wiggled my hips, with the knowledge my cutie mark was on my flank- I closed my eyes with the knowledge that Criss Cross was going to be ok, and I fell asleep, knowing that when all was said and done...
I was the Fantastic Filly.
I was the Impossible Pony.
I was the Miracle Mare.
And everything was gonna be ok.
That was my diagnosis when they admitted me to Lifeline Hospital in Manehatten; breathing shallowly with labored wheezing. Only barely conscious and unresponsive- wrapped in a blanket of incoherency and sputtering hisses of protest to the dark place that was trying to pull me into it's depths.
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, lost in silence, and drowning in my own tears. How could I speak when there was nothing to say, and try as I might I couldn't anyway. My voice was buried; lost to somewhere I didn't know existed inside of me. Stricken and silent, in a room bared of any and all sounds other than the buzzing beeps of the machines that crowded around me; I stared helplessly at the newspaper at the foot of my bed.
I couldn't make out much other than the headline through my tears, but it was enough. I had flown has high as I could. I took on the odds as if I had flunked out of math class, and I double dog dared probability to stop me. I should have been dead, and I was hooked up to so many machines that I doubted there was room in here for a doctor- but it didn't matter. There was no first-aid kit that could have healed me like that head-line:
MIRACLE MARE FROM MANEHATTEN SHATTERS ALL TIME RECORD FOR HIGHEST FLYING FILLY
I cried. I cried so hard, because I was so happy, and I 'd never, ever, been in that place before.
DIAMOND DANCER ; (Know known, as the IMPOSSIBLE PONY) Brought the crowd to a standstill on Monday, when the little filly crushed the world's record for Highest Flying Pony in the history of Equestira. Diamond Dancer, kissed the sky by traveling to the Stratosphere, only 7 feet away from reaching the Mesosphere and broke the held record of highest flying Pegasus (Cloud Kicker, in the early days of Equestria) With a reward of 50,000 Bits, Diamond has dedicated her winnings to a friend in local LifeLine Hospital, suffering from a severe case of Horn Rot. The little pony, against all odds, beat out the competition, and sought nothing more than to reach for the stars, and after a spectacular crash, was discovered to be alive and has been admitted to Life Line Hospital for observation and treatment. Diamond wowed the judges with her flight patterns and sheer determination to exceed goals. When she returned to earth after her flight, the little foal had a distinct marking on her flank that wasn't there when she undertook the massive task. Miracle Mare to be sure, not only did Diamond Dancer shatter the world's record, donate her proceeds to an ill friend in the hospital, but she got her Cutie Mark in the process. This 'Fantastic Filly' certainly displays the sort of courage required to be a Wonderbolt, which is fitting since part of-
I stopped reading because it didn't matter anymore. The rest of the story was entirely unappealing to me in the moment. I wiggled my hips, with the knowledge my cutie mark was on my flank- I closed my eyes with the knowledge that Criss Cross was going to be ok, and I fell asleep, knowing that when all was said and done...
I was the Fantastic Filly.
I was the Impossible Pony.
I was the Miracle Mare.
And everything was gonna be ok.