Mobile Apostolov Surgical Hospital (Medical Chaplains)

Ears flattened against her head, and ducking as low as she dared, Zestari took the radio from the heavily bandaged soldier. And when she went ask just exactly where they should hide from the sound and evidence of conflict around them, the soldier was gone.

Huddling when she wasn’t required and working feverishly when she was, any sense of time or understanding of what was going on, quickly disappeared. All she knew was the fighting was getting worse and she found herself wondering what completely daft pony had decided to try and send more medical staff to a MASH that was so near to the front line. Surely the few minutes longer carrying soldiers away from the battle to a more distant MASH would be worth it to keep herself and her fellow staff in a situation where they could work with less threat of bombs. Frayed nerves and fatigue were starting to get to the zebra mare.

Taking a short break, the radio she’d been handed earlier suddenly fizzed to life.

"This is Sergeant Happy Trails of Vityaz to any and all Chaplains. I'm bringing a fireteam of hurt onto the battlefield and need a target to drop it on. If you're pinned, call out and we'll get you back to helping our brothers."

She smiled awkwardly; glad to hear Happy’s voice, but also because she had no clue about what he was talking about. She knew the MASH was probably getting close to being pinned down. But she didn’t know if they in fact were. What counted as pinned down? Not only that but she sure didn’t know what a good target would be Or how to tell Happy about it.

Looking about the MASH, she tried to spot somepony who knew better what to do.

Breeze had her gun at the ready but had no idea what to do. It was usually Trails who called the shots when the going got tough, and she had a lot on her mind.
Self defense, she told herself. Only self defense. Don't waste your bullets unless you have to.
She needed the radio.
Zestari had a radio.

Breeze gulped, and grabbed it. "Trail," she said into it, still doing her best to hide her lisp. "I heard your call, took the radio from Ze-- uh.... Tari. We're not doing well over here. We need a-- we need your help. We're in a trench, adja-- uh, nearby a muddy area where the wounded were being brought in. I'm not entirely... knowing of what you mean by 'pinned,' but I'm... I think we're at lea... I think we might be."

Trails repeated his call into his radio twice more before getting a worried sounding response. The voice was faint, almost washed out by the howling winds of the blizzard, but he instantly recognized it.

"Breezey..." He muttered to himself, struggling to remember where they'd put the overflow medical area in the emergency plans. "Mags, they keep the medevac area in the same place?"

"Yessir." The young soldier barked back."

"Alright that's where we're going then." He flicked on the radio again, "Sit tight Breezey help's on the way." With that he turned to his fireteam and started conveying his plan. "We're gonna have to get in and out of there quick, much as I care about these ponies there's a fight that needs us. Hopefully the Enclave haven't gotten too far in, but something tells me we aren't that lucky. Stay sharp and we'll be fine."

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Trails, funnily enough, was right to be worried. Just as the fireteam got within sight of the medevac site the Enclave arrived too. It was only a small team, likely sent just to mop up whatever ponies were either too dumb or weak to run. Still it was an obstacle Trails desperately didn't want to have to deal with while somepony he cared about waited for him. He thought over his options, they weren't many. He'd have to fight, with what little he had.

"Bell stay back, I'm going to open a hole for you, once I do, you and Mags get to the otherside and get our friends out of here." He paused to check his battle saddle, "Gibs, on me. Hope your knives are still sharp." The insane pony just grinned and toyed with his blades eagerly. This was going to hurt.

A shot from his brush gun caught one of the searching troopers off guard and in the visor. One down, five to go. Gibs showed just how terrifying an arsenal he had by pulling out a set of flaming blades, one of which he plunged deep into the side of the nearest trooper. As the pony caught fire Gibs slashed at their throat twice, sending out a jet of crimson. Two down, but now they were exposed.

Sure enough a barrage of plasma fire came at them from what felt like all sides. Almost all of them splashed violently against Trails' armor, making it glow a bright red with its magical fire. The few that 'missed' were aimed or Gibs and made the buck lose his grip on his knives. This really wasn't fun. Whoever came up with this idea was an idiot, and should be yelled at, Trails decided as he fired twin shots at the first trooper he saw. They rounds tore deep into the pegasus' chest, sending them crashing to the ground with a trail of crimson. Three down.

Gibs laughed maniacally as he ran at the pegasi, clearly the buck had lost his mind. He slashed and tore at a trooper, grounding them as he hacked. Predictably the buck was consumed in the green glow of magical fire, by the time the fire stopped the manic Vityaz trooper was just a pile of glowing goo. Still he'd made it so their were 4 down, just two to go.

Trails let out another set of shots at one of the remaining troopers. They punched a hole the trooper's visor, bringing a sudden and violent end to the pony as the let of their final salco, all of which hit the stallion squarely. Five down...

The last Trooper decided he'd had enough and charged, his plasma sting roaring into life and crackling in the wind. Trails let out another shot, but might as well of used harsh language for all the good it did. The stallion let out a low 'oof' as he was picked up and taken into the sky. The big sergeant beat on the tank pony as they flew. His hooves doing nothing more than cause a dull metallic ring to go out.

Getting pissed Trails smashed in their visor with a hoof, blinding them in a shower of glass. The pegasus dove, forcing the stallion to hold on instead of beat the living shit out of them. With a great crash the pair landed awkwardly in a heap in the trenches. Trails staggered to his hooves and looked around. Breeze was their, along with Violet and Cuppa and...Zestari.

He had to win now, this was too close, too important. The tank pony had gotten back up too and charged the dying sergeant again, this time ramming him into the trench wall. Trails gasp in pain, his body crying out for the pain to stop. He ignored it and pushed on, grabbing the Trooper by the throat and squeezing. They weren't going to die that easy, sending their sting into the stallion's throat.

Choking, clinging onto life with rage and the desperate need to keep the ponies near him alive, he squeezed harder. The tank pony tried to get free, but Trails was far too strong. Even as the black slowly ebbed in, he stayed strong. He tasted iron, felt the aches of all his past injuries cropping up, he was exhausted. With a roar he twisted, snapping the ponies, neck before him, and passed out.

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Mags looked in awe at Trails' now no doubt lifeless form. The stallion had lived up to his name, but still, even he had failed. Gibs was dead too, not that that came as a surprise. She'd never been fond of the insane stallion, and wasn't sad to see him go. She had to focus now though, and turned to the ponies they'd fought so desperately to save.

"We need to go, get back to Bravo. Get you all to safety."

Breeze galloped over to Trails, seeing that he had passed out from exhaustion and injury. It was almost as if Trails had seen inside her head, seemed as if the moment would have become a nightmare she had seen. She immediately began checking his body for cuts and other injuries, and quickly patching them up.

(medicine 75)

Cuppa took cover and waited for the fighting to stop, watching Trail's rather outrageous fight with one of the troopers, leave the buck all but dead by the looks of things... That throat wound, the plasma melting his skin to his armour, all of it, this buck would be more than a waste of time and resources if he was a normal trooper, especially considering the suicidal-scale of that fight.

Rushing towards the stallion whilst Breeze attempted to help, Cuppa's horn lit up. "Gotta stabilize 'im first. Then we can sort th' rest o' this out. Ah can stabilize 'im wi' muh healin' spell, then we gotta fix everythin' else an' get tha' armour offa 'im." She said as she lowered her horn to Trails' body, glancing at Breeze. "Get a scalpel or... Well anythin' we can use t' cut th' armour offa 'im."

(Magic 50, Medicine 70, extended usage of spell "Heal" on Happy Trails to fix as much damage as possible.)

Thanks to the combined talents of Breeze and Cuppa Trails' chest started gently rising and falling. The stallion was at least alive, if not kicking. Anything more than stable was going need a lot more than they could manage in the trenches. Mags intervened by picking up the stallion, as best she could, and trotting towards Bravo.

"We need to move." She said to the chaplains. "Otherwise we're gonna die here."

Once the group arrived at Bravo's MASH they found themselves immediately swept into the flurry of activity. Waiting for treatment lie more than a few of their fellow Stableton ponies, and one raider griffon. This was going to be a busy night.

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Bonehead Status:

Two severe lacerations along the torso with plasma burns.

Status Summary: Serious

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Ginger Ale Status:

Severe plasma burns along chest and side. Ribcage is partially exposed.

Status Summary: Critical

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Galactic Dash Status:

Lacerations along Torso and wings with moderate burns.

Status Summary: Serious

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Blast Cap Status:

Deep lacerations and minor burns along right side of body.

Status Summary: Fair

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Happy Trails Status:

Armor is melted in places to coat. Severe Plasma Burns along chest. Shallow laceration on throat with sever burns.

Status Summary: Critical

Breeze, being rather panicked, nodded and took out her surgical knife from her kit. She handed it to Cuppa, not wanting to touchTrails more than she already had. Her hooves were trembling.
"I-I'm going to... leave it to you," Gentle said quickly, before looking away nervously. She took a deep breath, and looked to Ginger Ale.
She began doing her best to treat him, using what she had in her medical kit, besides her surgical knife.

(Medicine 75 on Ginger Ale. Stop any bleeding and begin healing burns.)

Nodding at Breeze as she said it'd be up to her, Cuppa moved right to Trails as they entered the MASH in Bravo, her horn flaring brightly as she brought a tray of medical tools, some burn dressings and an IV with an Anti-inflammatory mixed into it.

Encompassing Trails with magic, Cuppa was going to use her healing spell to repair as much of the damage as possible, stitching the lacerations back together like any old health potion would. Though she would make sure to clean the throat wound before hand.

Next, the treatment of the burns would need to be done, so inserting the IV that was mixed with a larger dose of the anti-inflammatory, Cuppa would let that take effect and apply burn dressings for now. They would have to operate later on to remove the armour plates melted to Trails' flesh, right now it was keeping the pony alive that was the issue. It would be a waste of time and effort to remove them now when there were bigger problems.

(Magic 50, Medicine 70. Cleaning the laceration and using healing spell to repair it, then applying IV with Anti-inflammatory to treat plasma burns, will leave the melted plates until it is safe to remove them without worrying over other wounds.)

Zestari wasn’t sure what had just transpired. One moment she was nervously asking if anypony else knew what to say on the radio, only for Gentle to pick it up and answer. Then all of a sudden their trench was full of fighting ponies. This place was crazy. Anypony who’d come here, was crazy. Anypony who fought over this piece of Equestrian wasteland, was crazy.

The next, Happy Trials was there and injured and Zestari had panicked a bit. Only catching up to the others as the group left for Bravo.

Arriving at the Bravo MASH and being shown the wards full of even more ponies, Zestari couldn’t help but wonder why ponies were laying their lives down over something that was little better than ruins.

She grabbed some charts to quickly get an idea about what ponies were carrying which injuries, the severity and whether her skillset would be well suited to helping.

Lots of burns and lots of lacerations. A lot of these ponies were going to be carrying scars when they left this place, she thought, clicking her tongue as she considered her options, her eyes seemingly to always float to the bottom of the list to rest on Happy Trails. She felt guilty that she hadn’t been the first to help him in the trench, but kept trying to convince herself that they were no longer together, and such thoughts were foolish. Still…

She looked out across the ward and noticed the two most critical patients were being addressed. She was glad that Happy was being seen to. Looking back at the chart, there were two in similar condition, Bonehead and Galactic Dash. Strangely, perhaps, for a pony with no wings, she was quite skilled at fixing them, so noticing that Galactic’s wings were lacerated, she decided to take on the buck.

The first step was to confirm he was stable, and that his vital signs were okay. Working on the buck would require him to not carry a risk of going into cardiac arrest or other complications. Once satisfied, she moved on to his injuries.

There were two components to deal with. The lacerations and the burn. She had cream for the burn, and whilst he’d likely be in agony as it healed, he would be okay. The lacerations would require her more immediate attention. She needed to get them clean so to avoid infection, and bandaged.

Grabbing some implements from a nearby trolley, she set to work.

(Medicine 65, Luck 7, stabilising Dash first, followed by cleaning and bandaging his lacerations.)

Blast stirred a bit and opened his eyes, he took a few seconds to get his bearings. he soaked up his surroundings, he remembered the last time he woke up in a medical tent. He could feel the lacerations and decided moving wasnt nessecary.
he could hear some movement in the area and figured it was doctors doing their buisness. his magic field wrapped around his bags and he grabbed the two most important things he needed right now, His canteen floated out followed by his smokes. He took a gulp of water and then light up a cigarillo. he tried to stay focused on the cieling above and his left eye itching, him to prevent himself from drifting off into la-la land.

Breeze was able to stop the bleeding rather quickly, the wound was mostly cauterized making the job more busy work than anything. The burns were another story, she was able to keep the swelling down but the tissue was already severely inflamed. The wounds weren't going to knit properly anytime soon.

(Ribcage still partially exposed, patient remains under Critical status until further notice)

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Cuppa's treatment of Trails' neck wound was so successful one would be forgiven for thinking mending sliced throats was part of the mare's normal routine. The stallion would walk away with a nasty scar there and nothing more. The burns proved more difficult, even with the aid of the anti-inflammatory the sheer amount of damaged tissue made it an uphill battle that the mare quickly lost.

(Burns along torso remain severe, swelling rapidly despite treatment. Patient remains under Critical Status until further notice.)

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Dash was in good hooves as his lacerations were quickly cleaned and tightly bound. He was stable and out of danger, but only time and rest could get him back to 100%. Well the IV of healing potion a nurse stuck in him soon after Zesty finished wasn't going to hurt either.

(Flight is discouraged for the next 24 hours, patient will spend the remainder of the night in the MASH to insure rapid redeployment.)

[If Dash attempts to fly in the next mission he will run the risk of re-injuring the wing. This cost him all ap for that turn, and reduce his ap pool by 5 for the remainder of the mission. To determine if wing is re-injured roll d10 for take off 5+ meaning no re-injury. After that roll a d10 for every turn airborne with the same rules for success]

Kestrel wandered into MASH after having returned to Chapel and dropping off a few things. The health potion he'd gotten had been good, but he knew the importance of healing.

Hence why he'd just walked into mash with his partially melted armor on.

The place was busy at the moment it seemed, the result no doubt from the recent battle. No matter, Kestrel would wait till a doctor could heal him.

Having stopped the bleeding rather quickly, Breeze calmed herself. Keeping any inflammation as low as she could, keeping the swelling down, she worked carefully in administering painkillers. She sutured him, applied salve and disinfectants, and carefully bandaged him up. Luckily, she didn't see Kestrel walk in, not focusing on anything except her work.

(medicine 75, Ginger Ale, exposed ribcage)

Breeze sutured up Ale's exposed side with the careful skill of a pro. The unicorn wouldn't be dancing anytime soon, but he was at last out of the woods. A nurse came by and stuck an IV of healing potion in, doing her part to speed up the process. The nurse then pointed to the other gaggle of patients, wordlessly telling Breeze to move on.

(Ale will not suffer an AP penalty due to injuries, however any damage taken to wounded area will treated as an automatic crit, with normal crits having double multipliers)

Zestari was happy with the work she’d put into Dash. She’d tended his wounds quickly, and his body responded well to her methods of healing, she was feeling a mite of satisfaction. Stepping back and taking a moment to breathe and clear her head, she had a look at how the other patients were fairing.

Some were in better condition than others, but Cuppa appeared to be having trouble with Happy, the stallion being in a critical condition meant he needed attention. So she decided to go and help the unicorn.

When she arrived at his bed side, she had to look away for a moment. Happy had a staggering reputation – as she saw it - for seeking out ways of destroying his body. Standing here yet again over the crippled buck, she had to restrain herself from crying out in front of Cuppa.

Focusing back upon the task before her, she agreed with Cuppa, and almost considered leaving the melted armour in place for good. A reminder for when he recovered of what happened, but there was a good chance that it would get infected, so it would need to be removed once he was in a better state.

Thinking quickly, she went to get some anti-histamine, to try a different approach at reducing his body’s response to the burns.

Otherwise there wasn’t a huge amount more she could do but re-apply dressings and check the burns to determine whether anything more serious was amiss.

(Medicine 65, Luck 7, trying alternative anti-inflammatory, redressing wounds, reviewing wounds to see if anything else can be done.)

Trails woke with a sudden wave of agony rolling through his entire body. His eyes shot open, bloodshot and darting. All he saw was the glare of the lights and the occasional shift of two silhouettes above. As the fog of death cleared his mind time snapped back to full speed, allowing him the awful clarity to make out the silhouettes and feel the full unbridled suffering of his wounds.

He'd been laid out dozens of times before, and had gotten pretty good at hiding any pain he felt. This was unprecedented though. Despite his best efforts to put on a brave face a blood curdling scream forced its way past his lips and with that he lost all control. He bucked and writhed, knocking the IVs to the ground and ripping the lines that drip fed him medicine out. Before he could do anymore damage Grace stepped in with a blast of anesthetic magic from her horn. The big stallion went rigid and fell back into his bed out cold.

"He's always been a bit of trouble, if he decides to act out just holler."

(Trails' burns remain inflamed)

Kestrel's head jerked to the side as he heard a bloodcurdling scream from one of the nearby beds. There were plenty around making the same noise but this one, for some reason, caught his attention.

What he saw had him frowning quite quickly. Trails, laid out, swollen up, and looking like he had just gotten into a fight with the wrong end of a Balefire bomb.

And he'd just ruined his hope of getting some good treatment in by ripping his IV lines out. Kes didn't know much about treatment of burns, or really medical procedures at all, but he wasn't stupid enough to think ripping your lines out was going to be useful.

He was however stupid enough to walk over to the buck and actually try helping the doctor out.

Looking the buck over Kestrel tried to think of what to do. He seen burn patients back in Filly, when he was forced to go into that...place. The griffon shuddered just thinking about that mockery of a hospital. The little bits and peices of info he got from it however were going to be useful now.

Trails' thrashing had him ripping out IV lines...so the logical step would be to restrain him. Poking around a cart of what the griff guessed was medical supplies, the griffon quickly secured the buck's limbs to the bed in a fashion that would leave his torso open for operation; the plates of his armor were still there...melted to him.

Next Kes attempted to put back in the IV that Trails had so carelessly ripped out. Normally one plugged the IV's into the external limbs' veins. Kes didn't think he had the skill to find a vein there at the moment though so he looked around for an alternative.

Up on the wall a poster held his answer.

"Injections and You!: Intravenous, Intraosseous, Intraspinal Injections!" A cartoonish pony said with an overly happy way. A list of details followed, 70% of which Kestrel had no freaking clue what they were. But some of it he understood. From that time in the hospital in Filly Kestrel knew the best thing to do would be to get an IV in and a strap Trails down, then let the actual doctor over here do their job from there. Using the info gained from the poster, Kestrel picked what he thought was the best type of injection procedure, and went to find the stuff for it.

Drawer B, section 9; Intraosseous Supplies.

The needles he pulled out looked like something more useful on the fields outside. Big, thick, and long, each needle gleamed menacingly as Kestrel set them on the table.

Now most IV's were given in a subtle, gentle manner. But Intraosseous IV's were not delicate. After all they were to be inserted into the bonemarrow of the extremities and left to work. It should come as no surprise then that Kestrel upon finding the posters displayed bone/injection site, would grab a needle and just STAB it in, pushing it a bit deeper until it looked like it did on the picture.

He would do this a total of four times...one for each limb Trails had. Then, after plugging the IV's back into their little machine things he stopped. Looking over to the doctor he'd thus far ignored Kestrel quickly began. Voice a bit gruffer than usual considering Kes' own injured state.

"Your turn."

(Medicine 30, restrain Trails, then Jamming some big ol' needles in those legs of his to set up for Intraosseous IV's with whatever they were running with before. Rest is up to Cuppa.)

When the careful unfeeling hoof of medicine fails, it comes time for the unrefined talon of guesswork to step in. And by the great egg, it works dammit. Trails wasn't going to be happy when the IVs were pulled from his marrow, but Kes had made sure he wasn't going to be the size of a balloon when it happened. The swelling was subsiding and the antibiotics were going prevent any infection. The health potion, the final part of the cocktail, was at work knitting as much tissue as it could.

(All that remains is the armor melted to Trails' hide)

Ale had been falling in and out of consciousness for a half an hour now now. He remembered seeing a blond haired mare standing over him once, "Are you an angel?" He asked before falling back into a deep sleep. Ale's world came back in a flash when a bloodcurdling scream rang out from the other end of the tent. His eyes shot open and he figured out where he was. He looked in the direction of the scream and saw a patent flailing around and the nurses having to hold him down before sedate him. "This was bad." he thought as he scanned the room and saw how many wounded there where. Ale's eyes fell onto a familiar looking griffin laying on a bed three spaces down. By the looks of it bonehead had yet to be treated. "Well maybe not all that bad." he thought with a chuckle. Oh o.k laughing, not good. Ale glanced down at his chest and saw that he had the torso of a mummy. He touched the bandages gingerly with his hoof and even that stung. "O.k, not getting up anytime soon. Its bed rest for me." He looked to the table beside his bed that held his gear and floated his flask of whiskey out of the pocket of his leather vest. "Bed rest and booze!" He took a swig of the liquid and placed the container back on the table before closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.

Cuppa frowned heavily as Trails' burns refused to just accept that they were being treated. Zestari's help didn't do much good either and Cuppa backed up as Trails started flailing around like an idiot. Of course, he was in pain, but was he too dense to realise thrashing around would make it worse?

The day seemed to be saved as Trails was dosed with an anaesthesia spell and ceased his flailing, glad for the fact that Grace had helped a little. But someone who Cuppa had not expected at all to help with treating Trails appeared, Kestrel, he rather professionally strapped Trails down and jammed some Intraosseous needles into Trails... Cuppa hadn't thought of that at all, pretty clever of Kestrel, if it weren't for there being a poster nearby mentioning it.

As soon as she was addressed, Cuppa gave a simple nod and an "Alright".

Whilst Kes did whatever he felt like doing... which was sitting there waiting, Cuppa levitated up a few tools, one of which a knife used to graft skin, readying herself for removing what was going to be a lot of blackened flesh. This was going to end up being pretty bad for Trails regardless of the success of the operation, what with losing both his armour and a whole load of skin... But that's what a skin-graft was for.

Without a second moment of thought, Cuppa got to work.

(Medicine 70, Luck 4, skin-grafting operation on Trails, removing burnt flesh and adding extra healing potion to the potion feed afterwards.)

Cuppa managed to clear her head of the gremlins that had been plaguing her long enough to remember her job was to heal Trails, not kill him. With this cleared up she got to work removing the patches of armor that had failed to the point of fusing to the stallion's hide. The procedure only two about 25 minutes and was a clear success leaving the in a state where only time and the healing potion IVs could help.


(Patient is advised against walking for the next 24 hours upon IV removal. Area soreness and swelling is to be expected, strenuous activity is discouraged.)

[-2 total AP in next mission, dodge rolls are impossible]

Kestrel had sat silently watching as Cuppa did the operation, when it was done, in a fine time mind you, he moved forward again. According to the poster, the IV's should be removed asap to prevent any sort of growth or unintended side effects. The issue with this?

It was going to be, quite possibly, the most painful thing that Trails had ever been through in his life.

Going back over to the poster, Kestrel read the procedure for removing the IV's. He was going to need a few things, a chin strap....make that a reinforced chin strap, tongue blades, and a metric ton of med-x and any other pain killer they could get. The poster also mentioned something called Diprovan.

Cuppa was promptly ordered to go and get some, and lots of it. When she returned, if she returned, Kestrel would take the largest syringe he could find and handed it over.

"Fill this, get ready to push it in. Use the IV in his left foreleg. When I start pulling, you start pushing." Kes said calmly, despite having literally no freaking clue what he was about to do.

When ready, Kestrel set up the tongue blades and reinforced chin strap. Cinching it as tight as he could manage without breaking his near-friends jaw, Kestrel began the process.

Turning off first the anti-biotic then the anti-histamines, Kestrel took the first of four IV lines into his talons, and careful, slowly, agonizingly he began to remove it. Each IV would take about 10 or so minutes to remove, and the whole time Trails would be either unconscious, or in so much pain he wished he was dead.

Ponies, especially those who call themselves emos, often state that they wished they were dead. They do not, they wish they weren't being inconvenienced by the cosmic equivalent of a light rain. Trails, well he truly wished that the cold grip of the reaper would ring tight round his throat and bring him the sweet release of death from the living hell he currently found himself. Tears streamed freely from his eyes while his legs seemed to pulse with the physical incarnation of agony.

All he could manage when he opened his muzzle to speak was a high pitched yet faint shriek. This lasted for a minute before he finally needed to stop to take a breath. By that time the painkillers they'd given him had worked their way into his system and the agony was reduced to only the second worst thing that had ever happened to him. Well that was until he tried moving then it firmly secured itself in first place. After another few minutes he managed to think something other than 'why do i have to be Trails' long enough to speak to his doctors.

"Mind...untying me?" he panted with the effort of speaking. "Kes...our armor failed...that can't happen again..." he swallowed. "We're going to the armory."

No matter what Dash did in an attempt to correct his flight path, nothing seemed to worked. In his mind's eye, he was still lost amongst flurrying snow, so thick that all directions appeared to be black yet white at the same time. Dash felt the pain in his sides and wings waning, but yet his wings refused to allow him to fly straight through the unnatural, non-cold, infinite snowstorm that was existence for him right now. He tumbled and spun and flipped through the storm of whiteness until he found himself attempting to force his eyes open. How was that? Weren't his eyes already open?

Dash opened his eyes in the true, waking world. First thing was first, Dash sucked in his breath as pain attacked him. It was not overwhelming however, and began to subside shortly thereafter. He closed his eyes, slightly regretting being gone from the relatively painless snowstorm dream he had been having. Hearing Trails shriek, Dash rolled slightly, pulling his covers closer to his head.