Midnight Blossom scowled. She hated scowling but scowling was what she continued to do, for it was a situation worthy of a scowl. Her face, thusly bandaged, only allowed her to see with one eye. An entire wing was dressed and splinted. She was pretty sure each of the individual hairs on her tail hurt as much as the rest of her body, and she was still finding spines and needles in places all over her body. Some ponies had gotten blasted through a wall or something ridiculous like that. Her? Oh no, not her – she got an easy landing after being thrown through a window and falling several stories.