Twilight woke up late the next morning and hesitated before going down the stairs. I can't do it again; I can't handle seeing Fluttershy lying in a pool of blood. She thought back to how she had clamped onto Fluttershy's wrist desperate to stop the bleeding, how helpless she had felt when her magic proved inadequate to revive her friend and that terrible empty feeling she had in the hospital waiting room as she and her friends waited for a doctor to come out and tell them if Fluttershy was even alive. The five ponies had all sat there wordless awaiting the news, even Pinkie sat completely still, as though moving might shatter the delicate lattice of hope the five friends were clinging to. Twilight took a deep breath and braced herself as she headed down the stairs.  She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Fluttershy sitting on the couch reading a book.