Flash braced both of his hooves against the mattress on either side of the ill mare’s head. She was in the final throes of the disease, on the cusp of death unless Flash intervened.

“Please, Flash. Tell me you can fix this,” Tailwind begged.

Taking in a deep breath, fanning the flame inside of him, Flash exhaled a stream of heat from his mouth. It flowed from him and into the patient causing faint orange to glow through thin skin and fur. The patient gasped for breath as muscle and sinew rapidly repaired themselves, reverting the mare back to her prior physical state.

Gathered ponies cried in relief and joy as the mare shakily propped herself up. Flash stepped off the bed, waiting to ensure that the mare was truly cured. She turned to him, tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

“Thank you,” She hoarsely whispered.

He gave her a curt nod, then turned toward the next patient. There were many ill, and he only had so much time before he would be fully turned.

After which, he would return to Prometheus.