"Oh, I'm ok. Flitter's been asking for you, though." she said, nodding. Brisk leapt up, painfully, and embraced Narrow. "Hello, Hello!" she said, holding him tightly.
Bolt ran over to Flitter. "Hey!" He said, letting out a cough and a grunt of pain because of the physical exertion. "How-ow damnit. How are you?"
Flitter looked at him, carefully. "I'm ok.. Are you.." she said, reaching a tenative hoof to his cheek. "Are you ok?" Brisk looked at him. "Are you angry?"
Bolt levitated a cot over next to Flitter's. "I-I'm probably going to pass out again...but I'm glad you're alright. Or at least better than me." He said, laying down - - Auto Merge - - (Goodnight)
"I know I've said this before, but, don't ever leave me." Narrowleaf said, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Fine. G'night..." He mumbled, before falling asleep. (Hooray for time skips!) In the morning, he awoke in a cot, with a small about of blood dripping off. "Ooh... When'd I get this...?" He murmured, noticing a large scar above his eye.
