Back at the game, the energy was electric. The crowd buzzed with excitement, cheering as the players moved across the field. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the stadium. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy sat together in the bleachers, their usual enthusiasm on full display.

Applejack adjusted her hat, squinting as the ball sailed downfield. "That was a close one!" she shouted, clapping her hands as the team narrowly avoided a turnover.

Rainbow Dash leaned forward on the edge of her seat, eyes glued to the game. "Come on! Just pass it already!" she yelled, pumping her fist in the air. The tension in her voice mirrored the intensity of the match.

Beside them, Pinkie Pie was practically bouncing in her seat, her usual energy bubbling over. "This is SO much fun!" she squealed, waving a foam finger. "I can't wait to see how this ends!"

Rarity, always composed, clapped politely when the team scored, though her focus seemed split between the game and checking her phone occasionally. "Simply marvelous," she murmured, offering an encouraging smile to the players.

Fluttershy, on the other hand, was more subdued, offering soft cheers and gentle claps. "They're doing really well," she whispered, smiling at the game but always a bit more reserved in large crowds.

The game was moving fast, the players pushing themselves harder with each passing minute.

The game continued at full tilt, the cheers from the crowd growing louder with every play. The score was tight, and the tension in the air was palpable. Rainbow Dash was on her feet now, shouting at the top of her lungs. "Yes! That's what I'm talking about! Keep pushing!"

Applejack clapped along with the rest of the crowd, her excitement building. "We're gonna take this one home!"

Just then, a distant wail of sirens cut through the noise of the stadium. It started faint, barely noticeable over the cheers, but it quickly grew louder. Pinkie Pie, in mid-jump, froze in place as the sound grew closer.

"What's that?" Fluttershy asked softly, looking around in concern.

The crowd hushed as the sirens became unmistakable. An ambulance and a couple of first responders' vehicles raced down the road next to the stadium, lights flashing brightly. The sound of their blaring sirens pierced the excitement, shifting the atmosphere.

"Wonder what's goin' on," Applejack said, craning her neck to watch the vehicles disappear down the road. "Somethin' serious must've happened."

Rarity frowned, glancing at her phone. "I hope everything's alright."

The final whistle blew, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The game had been a nail-biter, but in the end, their team pulled off a hard-fought win. Rainbow Dash, still buzzing with excitement, punched the air. "Yes! That was epic! We totally crushed it!"

Applejack stood, stretching. "Mighty fine game. Glad we stuck around 'til the end."

As they gathered their things, Rainbow Dash looked around, her brow furrowing. "Hey, where's Y/N? He was supposed to be here, right?"

The others paused, realizing that none of them had seen him all day. Pinkie Pie tapped her chin, puzzled. "Yeah, he said he'd come... Maybe something came up?"

Fluttershy frowned. "Do you think he's okay? It's not like him to miss the game."

"I'm sure he's fine," Rarity said, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Maybe he had family stuff to handle."

Still, as they made their way out of the stadium, the thought lingered, especially for Rainbow Dash. Y/N was never the type to miss something like this without a reason. But before she could dwell on it further, her parents pulled up to pick her up, and she hopped into the backseat.

As they drove away from the stadium, Rainbow stared out the window, still thinking about Y/N. Her parents were chatting about the game, but she wasn't paying attention—something just didn't feel right.

Suddenly, up ahead, she saw flashing lights—a mix of red and blue—casting an eerie glow over the road. "Mom, Dad, what's going on up there?"

Her dad slowed the car as they neared the scene. The highway was blocked off, with police cars and first responders surrounding the area. Rainbow's heart dropped as they passed the wreckage of a car, completely mangled and half-submerged in the river. Broken glass littered the road, and tow trucks were pulling what was left of the vehicle from the water.

But what caught her eye—what made her stomach twist—was the figure being hoisted from the river. It was Y/N.

He was strapped to a stretcher, drenched, his body bruised and bloodied, his face pale and unrecognizable at first. EMTs worked around him, shouting orders as they lifted him from the riverbank. Rainbow's heart pounded in her chest, her hands gripping the edge of her seat.

"Wait... that's Y/N!" Rainbow shouted, her voice cracking. "Mom, Dad, stop the car!"

Her parents exchanged worried glances, but there was no place to pull over in the middle of the emergency response. "Rainbow, what—"

"That's him! That's my boyfriend!" Rainbow's voice broke as her worst fears were realized.

Rainbow Dash couldn't take it anymore. Before her parents could react, she threw the car door open and bolted toward the crash site. Her heart was racing, panic rising in her chest. She had to know if Y/N was okay. She had to.

"Rainbow, wait!" her dad called out, but she was already halfway down the road, dodging around police cars and ambulances.

As she neared the scene, she heard the paramedics speaking urgently, their voices a blur of medical jargon. "Massive trauma... collapsed lung... possible head injury... we need to stabilize him before transport."

Rainbow's stomach lurched as she spotted Y/N on the stretcher. His skin was pale, his clothes soaked through, and a thick bandage was wrapped around his head. He looked so fragile, so broken—nothing like the quiet, sweet guy she'd just been with days before.

"Y/N!" Rainbow cried, trying to push past one of the EMTs. "That's my boyfriend! Please, let me see him!"

One of the paramedics stepped in front of her, holding up a hand. "I'm sorry, miss, you can't come any closer. We need to get him to the hospital, now."

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she tried to push past again. "No, please! I need to know what happened! Is he going to be okay? He—he was fine! What—what happened?"

The paramedic looked at her, his expression softening, but he remained firm. "He was in a bad crash. Right now, we're doing everything we can to help him, but we need you to stay back."

Rainbow's breath hitched, her chest tightening with fear. She felt like the ground was falling away beneath her, like everything was moving too fast. "He—he wasn't supposed to be out here! What was he even doing on this highway?"

The paramedic glanced back at the wreckage and then at Rainbow. "I don't know all the details yet, but it looks like his car was hit by a truck on the restricted highway. He's lucky to be alive, but we have to go."

Before Rainbow could respond, the doors to the ambulance swung open, and they lifted Y/N inside. Rainbow stood frozen, watching as they secured him and the vehicle's lights began flashing.

As the ambulance pulled away, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her mom had caught up with her, her face pale with worry. "Rainbow, come on. We need to go to the hospital."

Rainbow nodded numbly, still staring at where the ambulance had just disappeared down the road. Y/N had been hurt—really hurt—and she hadn't even known.

The paramedics moved quickly, their training kicking in as they lifted Y/N onto the stretcher, securing him with straps to prevent any further injury. His body was limp, and his breaths were shallow, each one labored as his chest struggled to expand. His face was pale, a contrast to the dried blood still smeared across his forehead and cheeks from the deep cut on his scalp.

"We've got multiple fractures—ribs, arm, and possibly legs," one paramedic said, reading off the assessment. "He's unresponsive, likely concussed. Possible internal bleeding. We need to stabilize him now."

"Copy that. Let's get him oxygen and prep for transport," the other paramedic replied as they gently placed an oxygen mask over Y/N's nose and mouth. The hiss of the oxygen filled the back of the ambulance as they connected the mask to a portable tank.

With swift efficiency, they checked his vitals. The paramedic frowned at the monitor. "Blood pressure's low. He's going into shock."

"We need to start fluids. IV, now." The paramedic expertly slid the needle into Y/N's arm, securing the line and attaching it to a bag of saline. The fluid began dripping into his system, helping to stabilize his dangerously low blood pressure.

Y/N's body remained still, his breathing irregular, as the paramedics continued to work around him, careful but swift. His chest heaved, and they could hear the crackle of fluid in his lungs—another bad sign.

"He's got a punctured lung. We'll need to prep for a chest tube as soon as we get to the hospital," the lead paramedic said, his tone calm but urgent.

The back doors of the ambulance swung shut, and the sirens blared as they sped away from the crash site. In the cramped space, the paramedics worked furiously, checking Y/N's injuries and making sure he remained stable during the ride. One of them pressed lightly on his abdomen, checking for signs of internal bleeding.

"He's got tenderness in the abdomen. Possible internal injuries. We need to get him into surgery fast once we arrive."

Y/N's breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling unevenly under the mask. His head rolled slightly to the side, but he remained unconscious, unaware of the urgency around him.

The paramedic at his head adjusted the oxygen flow, speaking into his radio as they neared the hospital. "ETA five minutes. Patient is male, late teens, multiple traumatic injuries from a high-speed collision. Possible head trauma, collapsed lung, suspected internal bleeding, multiple fractures."

As they pulled into the hospital's emergency bay, the ambulance came to a stop, and the doors flew open. A trauma team was already waiting, ready to take Y/N inside. The paramedics quickly offloaded the stretcher, wheeling him into the brightly lit ER.

"We've got a 16-year-old male, multiple fractures, likely internal bleeding, and a collapsed lung," the paramedic briefed the doctors as they transferred Y/N from the stretcher to the hospital bed. "He was in a head-on collision with a truck. He's been unresponsive since we arrived on scene."

The ER staff swarmed around Y/N, immediately cutting away his soaked clothes to assess the full extent of his injuries. They hooked him up to monitors, IVs, and oxygen, their movements precise and efficient.

"We need a chest tube, stat," one of the doctors ordered as they moved to insert the tube to drain the air from Y/N's collapsed lung. Another doctor pressed gently on his abdomen, confirming the paramedics' suspicion of internal bleeding. "Prep for emergency surgery. We need to get him into the OR now."

As the trauma team rushed Y/N toward the operating room, the paramedics stepped back, their job done.

Inside the sterile, brightly lit operating room, the medical team worked swiftly to prepare Y/N for surgery. The air was tense but focused—everyone knew that time was critical. Y/N's body, pale and motionless, lay on the table, hooked up to various machines that beeped rhythmically, tracking his vitals.

"Alright, let's move fast," the lead surgeon said, pulling on his gloves. "We have multiple priorities: internal bleeding, a collapsed lung, and possible head trauma. Let's stabilize him as much as we can."

One of the nurses inserted a catheter and adjusted the IV fluids, while another team member placed Y/N under anesthesia, ensuring he was fully unconscious. A ventilator took over his breathing, the rhythmic hiss of air matching the beeping machines.

The surgeon made the first incision along Y/N's side, near his ribcage, to place the chest tube and drain the air trapped in his collapsed lung. "We need to get his lung reinflated, or he's not going to make it through the rest of the surgery." With expert precision, the surgeon slid the chest tube into place, watching carefully as blood and fluid began to drain from Y/N's chest cavity.

"Chest tube is in. Lung's starting to reinflate. That should stabilize his breathing," one of the nurses reported as the monitors showed slight improvement in Y/N's oxygen levels.

Next, the surgeon turned his attention to Y/N's abdomen. "We need to find the source of the internal bleeding," he said, making another incision. Carefully, he worked his way through the damaged tissue, searching for the injury.

As the surgeon navigated the internal damage, he found the source of the bleeding—Y/N's spleen had ruptured in the collision. Blood was pooling in his abdomen, putting his organs at risk. "We've got a ruptured spleen. Prep to remove it."

Working quickly, the team moved to perform a splenectomy, carefully clamping off blood vessels to minimize further bleeding. The damaged spleen was removed, and they worked to stop the hemorrhaging, suturing the area and applying pressure to ensure the bleeding was under control.

"Bleeding's stopped," the surgeon confirmed, watching Y/N's blood pressure slowly rise back to a safer level on the monitor.

As the abdominal surgery neared completion, the team began addressing Y/N's other injuries. X-rays revealed multiple fractures in his ribs, arm, and legs. Though some breaks would need surgical repair, most would be treated with casts or braces after they finished the immediate life-threatening injuries.

"Fractures are stable for now," another surgeon said, "but we'll need to get orthopedic surgery scheduled soon."

With Y/N stabilized from his internal injuries, the lead surgeon shifted his focus to his head. The deep cut on his forehead had already been cleaned, but there was a risk of brain injury. "Get a CT scan ready as soon as we finish here," he instructed. "We need to check for any signs of brain swelling or trauma."

After what felt like hours, the team stepped back, assessing their work. Y/N's lung was reinflated, the internal bleeding had been stopped, and his fractures were stabilized as much as possible for the moment. His vital signs had improved, but he was still in critical condition.

"We've done what we can for now," the surgeon said, pulling off his gloves. "We need to get him to the ICU. The next 24 hours are going to be crucial."

Y/N was wheeled out of the operating room, hooked up to machines and surrounded by medical staff, as they prepared to move him to the intensive care unit.

———

Rainbow Dash sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing restlessly as she stared at the white tile floor. The sterile smell of the hospital clung to the air, and the quiet hum of the overhead lights only made the silence around her more unbearable. Her parents sat nearby, whispering softly, but Rainbow couldn't focus on their words. Everything felt distant, like the world was moving in slow motion, and she was stuck, waiting for answers that never seemed to come.

She clenched her fists in her lap, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. She wanted to be strong, to hold it together like she always did—but this time was different. This time it was Y/N. Her Y/N. And the thought of losing him made her stomach churn with fear she didn't want to admit.

"He's gonna be okay," she whispered to herself, though her voice wavered. "He has to be okay."

Her mind kept replaying the moment she'd seen him being pulled from the river, broken and bloodied, barely alive. It didn't make sense. Just the other day, he'd been laughing with her, reading his favorite comic at lunch. And now he was fighting for his life.

A nurse walked by, and Rainbow's head snapped up, her heart leaping in her chest. But the nurse didn't stop, didn't bring the news she so desperately needed to hear. Rainbow slumped back in her chair, frustration bubbling up inside her. How long had it been? An hour? Two? Time felt meaningless in the quiet, suffocating room.

Her parents exchanged worried glances, but Rainbow shook her head before they could say anything. "I'm fine," she muttered, though the crack in her voice betrayed her. She wasn't fine. She was scared out of her mind.

The doors to the operating area swung open, and Rainbow shot to her feet as a doctor approached. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could barely breathe as the doctor looked at her and her parents.

"Are you Y/N L/N's family?" he asked gently.

Rainbow nodded frantically. "I'm his girlfriend, that counts." she blurted out, her voice shaking. "How is he? Is he okay?"

The doctor sighed, his expression serious but not hopeless. "He made it through surgery, but he's still in critical condition. We managed to stop the internal bleeding and repair his collapsed lung. He's stable for now, but he has a long road ahead of him. We'll need to monitor him closely for the next 24 hours."

Rainbow's knees felt weak, and she sat back down, trying to process the words. "But... he's alive?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, he's alive. But it's too early to know the full extent of his injuries. He suffered head trauma in the crash, and we're still waiting for the results of the CT scan. We'll know more soon, but right now, he needs rest."

Rainbow exhaled shakily, tears welling up in her eyes despite her best efforts to keep them at bay. "Can I see him?" she asked, her voice soft and pleading.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Only for a few minutes. He's unconscious, but you can sit with him."

Rainbow didn't wait for permission twice. She stood up, her legs unsteady, and followed the doctor down the long, sterile hallway toward the ICU.

Rainbow Dash followed the doctor down the sterile hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as they neared the ICU. The sounds of machines beeping and the faint hum of voices from other rooms filled the air, making everything feel even more overwhelming. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, trying to steady her breathing, but the knot of fear in her stomach refused to loosen.

As they reached Y/N's room, the doctor turned to her and her parents, his expression somber but professional. "Before you go in, I want to explain the extent of Y/N's injuries," he said, his tone gentle but direct.

Rainbow swallowed hard, nodding for him to continue.

"The crash caused significant trauma to his body. First and foremost, we had to remove his spleen," the doctor began. "It was ruptured during the collision, and unfortunately, it couldn't be repaired. He'll be able to live without it, but this will make him more susceptible to infections for the rest of his life. He'll need vaccinations and careful monitoring going forward."

Rainbow felt a chill run down her spine, but she forced herself to keep listening.

"In addition to that," the doctor continued, "he suffered multiple fractures—his ribs, arm, and legs. We've stabilized the fractures, but he'll need casts and extensive rehabilitation once he's ready. His left arm was shattered, and the bones were misaligned in the crash, so we've inserted metal plates and screws to hold everything in place. It's going to take months of recovery before he regains full mobility, if at all."

Rainbow's breath hitched. She clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to hold back tears as the doctor went on.

"Y/N also sustained a collapsed lung. We inserted a chest tube to reinflate it and drain the fluid and air that had built up in his chest cavity. Thankfully, his lung is responding well, but we'll continue to monitor his breathing closely."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then met Rainbow's eyes. "The most concerning injury is the head trauma. He has a severe concussion and a laceration to his scalp, but we won't know the full extent of any potential brain damage until he wakes up. His CT scan showed no immediate swelling, but there's always a risk of delayed complications. Right now, he's in a medically induced coma to give his brain time to heal."

Rainbow's knees felt weak as she processed everything. The doctor had said so many things—so many horrible, terrifying things—and all she could think about was how broken Y/N had become in just an instant.

"Will... will he be okay?" Rainbow asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor's expression softened. "It's too early to say for certain. He's stable, but the next 24 to 48 hours will be critical. He's young, and that's in his favor, but his body has been through significant trauma. We're doing everything we can, but it will be a long recovery."

Rainbow nodded, unable to find the words. She just wanted to see him—to be by his side, even if he couldn't hear her. She needed to feel close to him.

The doctor gestured toward the door. "You can see him now. Just remember, he's still unconscious, and there are a lot of machines monitoring him. It might be overwhelming, but it's important for him to have familiar voices around."

Rainbow took a deep breath and walked into the room. The sight of Y/N lying in the hospital bed hit her like a punch to the gut. He was pale, almost ghostly, with tubes and wires attached to his body. Hair was still a little wet. His left arm was wrapped in a thick cast, his chest rising and falling steadily with the help of a ventilator. His head was bandaged, a stark reminder of the head trauma the doctor had mentioned.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped closer, her eyes never leaving him. "Y/N..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. Just yesterday, he'd been smiling, reading his comic, and talking about the game. Now, he was lying here, fighting for his life.

Rainbow gently reached out, taking his uninjured hand in hers, her thumb brushing over his cold, clammy skin. "You're gonna be okay," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "You have to be ok."

Rainbow Dash stood by Y/N's bedside, gripping his hand as if her touch alone could bring him back to consciousness. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of the fragile line he was walking between life and something far worse.

She blinked back tears, her throat tight as she spoke softly. "I know you're probably tired of me telling you to hang in there," she said with a sad smile. "But this time, you really need to. We still have so much to do together—games to watch, comics to read, adventures to go on. You promised me."

Her voice faltered as she looked at his still form, eyes closed, face bruised but still familiar. He was so still. It didn't seem real.

The door creaked open behind her, and Rainbow turned to see her parents step into the room, giving her a small nod. They were trying to be strong for her, but she could see the worry etched into their faces.

"Sweetheart," her mom said quietly, "the doctor said he'll be closely monitored all night. They're doing everything they can."

"I know," Rainbow muttered, turning back to Y/N. "But I just... I can't leave him. Not yet."

Her dad walked up beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to. We'll stay with you."

Rainbow nodded, grateful but still unable to tear her gaze from Y/N. She squeezed his hand again, wishing she could do more—anything to wake him up, to tell him he was safe now, that she was here.

She thought back to the day before, to the way he had smiled at her, his shy, quiet smile that always warmed her heart. They'd had plans. They were supposed to go to the game together. How had things gone so wrong?

"Do you remember when we first met?" she whispered, trying to find some comfort in the memories. "You were sitting by yourself, and you didn't even want to look at me. But I sat down next to you anyway. I didn't give up, and I'm not giving up now."

Her mom moved closer, wrapping an arm around Rainbow. "He's strong, Rainbow. He's going to need you more than ever when he wakes up."

"I know," Rainbow replied, her voice barely audible. "But what if... what if he doesn't remember? What if he's not the same?"

Rainbow leaned over Y/N, pressing a gentle kiss to his bandaged forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up, okay? I'll be right here, no matter what."

Her gaze drifted down the length of his body, taking in the bruises and bandages until her eyes caught something under the hospital sheets. His legs—something about them didn't look right. They didn't match up. One leg seemed shorter than the other, and her heart dropped into her stomach as she pulled the sheet back a little.

Before she could, the doctor, who had just walked in, noticed her movement and softly said, "Wait."

Rainbow froze, looking up at him with wide, panicked eyes. "What... what happened to his leg?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, as though speaking it aloud would make it real.

The doctor's face softened with a mixture of compassion and regret. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "During the crash, when the car went into the river, Y/N's leg was pinned between a piece of metal debris and a large rock in the rushing water. The damage was extensive. His leg was crushed and exposed to the cold water for too long. By the time we got to him, the tissue was too damaged to be saved. We had no choice but to amputate."

Rainbow felt like the floor had dropped out from under her. Her chest tightened, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. She shook her head, taking a step back, as if distancing herself would make it less real. "No... no, no, no," she whispered, her voice cracking. "You had to... amputate?"

The doctor nodded, his expression pained. "We had to remove his leg just above the knee to prevent infection and further complications. It was the only way to save his life."

Rainbow's vision blurred with tears. The thought of Y/N waking up to discover that he'd lost part of his leg—how would he even cope with that? How would he handle everything that had happened? Her hand shook as she pulled the blanket back over his leg, almost as if covering it would make it all go away.

"But... he loved running," Rainbow whispered, the tears spilling over. "He was training for a marathon next summer. He..." Her voice broke, and she couldn't finish the sentence.

The doctor's face softened, and he knelt down beside her. "I know this is incredibly difficult to hear," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "But there are options. With physical therapy and the right support, Y/N could be fitted for a prosthetic, and he may still be able to walk—maybe even run—again. It's going to be a long, challenging recovery, but he'll have options. It's important to remember that."

Rainbow nodded slowly, though her chest ached with sadness. "But it won't be the same," she whispered.

As Rainbow Dash stood by Y/N's side, lost in her thoughts, the door to the ICU room quietly opened. A doctor entered, his expression apologetic but firm. He glanced at the clock before speaking gently.

"Miss Dash, I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over. We need to let Y/N rest now."

Rainbow clenched her jaw, not wanting to leave. "Please, just a little longer," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want him to wake up alone. He shouldn't be alone..."

The doctor shook his head softly. "I understand this is difficult, but he's still in a coma. Right now, the best thing we can do is give him the quiet and rest he needs. You can come back first thing tomorrow."

Rainbow bit her lip, fighting back more tears. She didn't want to leave, not after everything she'd just learned. She was scared—scared for Y/N, scared of what he'd wake up to. But she also knew the doctor was right. She reluctantly nodded and took one last look at him before stepping back from the bed.

As she turned to leave, another thought struck her. She paused, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Was... anyone else with Y/N? Did anyone else from the crash...?"

The doctor's expression shifted, a look of deep sympathy crossing his face. "I'm afraid I need to tell you something, Miss Dash. Y/N's sister... she didn't survive the crash."

Rainbow's heart stopped for a moment. Y/N's sister? Gone? She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Y/N had loved his sister, even if they didn't always get along. He didn't deserve to wake up to that kind of news.

"And another girl named Maya." The doctor said.

"What about Maya?" Rainbow asked, almost spitting out the name, her disdain for Y/N's sister's girlfriend thick in her voice.

The doctor nodded grimly. "Maya survived. She's in stable condition, physically. However, there's an investigation underway. The authorities are trying to determine what exactly happened. From what we've gathered, Maya drove the car onto Highway 87—an area restricted for truckers, buses, and emergency vehicles."

Rainbow's blood began to boil. Of course, it was Maya. The reckless, self-righteous "activist" who always thought she knew better than everyone else. This just downgraded her opinion of Maya from bad to utterly despicable.

"She shouldn't have been on that road," the doctor continued. "From what we've learned so far, drivers have to send a signal in advance when they use that route, but there was no such signal sent from her car. Truck driver Hank—a veteran on that route—followed all the protocols. He waited for a signal but never received one. He was only doing what he was supposed to, and unfortunately, the crash was unavoidable given the circumstances."

Rainbow's eyes narrowed as she absorbed the information. "So, Maya got them onto that highway when she wasn't supposed to," she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "And now Y/N's paying for it."

The doctor nodded solemnly. "It seems that way, yes. But the investigation will provide more answers."

Rainbow stood there, her fists shaking in anger. Maya. She never liked her—never trusted her. She always thought Maya was scum, but now? Now, it wasn't just personal dislike. Now Maya had gotten Y/N hurt—had gotten his sister killed—and for what? Some pointless protest she just had to go to.

"I'll be back first thing in the morning," Rainbow said, her voice cold. She turned to Y/N one last time, her heart aching for him, then looked back at the doctor. "And if Maya comes near him, I want to know."

The doctor gave her a sympathetic nod. "We'll keep you informed."

As Rainbow left the room, her mind was a storm of rage, sadness, and determination. She wasn't going to let Maya get away with this. Y/N deserved better, and she would make sure he got through this—no matter what it took.

As Rainbow Dash stepped out of Y/N's room, she found her parents waiting for her in the dimly lit hallway. The concern etched on their faces mirrored the turmoil she felt inside. Her dad was the first to speak, his voice gentle but full of urgency.

"Dash," he said softly, "did you... tell the others? Y/N's other girlfriends?"

Rainbow froze for a moment, her heart sinking again. In all the chaos, she hadn't thought about it. Applejack, Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy—they all needed to know what had happened. But how could she tell them? How could she break the news that Y/N was in the ICU, his life changed forever?

"I didn't," she admitted, her voice quiet. "I... I couldn't. Not yet."

Her mom stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I know it's hard, sweetie, but they'll want to be here for him too. You shouldn't have to carry this on your own."

Rainbow nodded, her chest tightening with guilt. Her friends would want to know—needed to know. They loved Y/N as much as she did. But tonight, it felt like too much. The weight of the day was already crushing her, and she wasn't sure she could handle their reactions on top of everything else.

"Can they come back tomorrow?" Rainbow asked, her voice fragile. "I just... I need tonight to get through this. We'll all be here for him tomorrow, but right now, I just—" She trailed off, her voice breaking slightly as the tears threatened to fall again.

Her parents exchanged a look, understanding dawning in their eyes. Her dad nodded. "Of course. We'll figure everything out tomorrow. Tonight, you need to rest."

Rainbow exhaled a shaky breath, grateful for their support. "Thanks, Dad. I'll call them first thing in the morning."

Her mom wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the exit. "We'll take care of everything, Dash. You've been through enough for one night."

As they walked away from the ICU, Rainbow felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. Tomorrow, she would tell the others.

"Dad? Does that medieval restaurant still have its gift shop?" Rainbow Dash asked her dad. "I wanna talk to Maya, and I'm gonna need one of those spiked balls on a stick and a double bladed axe."

———

Quick question, what should Y/N's role be in the future chapters of the Equestria Girls movies?