You wrap up Dash’s bruised hoof in a bandage, ignoring her as she complains she’s alright and doesn’t need your “babying”. Her mane’s dented, she’s got scratches all over her body, and bruises among her face — most of which taped up by your bandades. She winces as you put a cotton ball on a cut.

“Ow!” She hisses, narrowing her eyes through barred teeth. She must’ve had one heck of a fall considering the damage, her ankle limp and now completely useless as she leans her head against the pillow.