Under moans and winces of pain had the near bloodless stallion managed to reach the wall where the little, magical device was mounted. He looked over to it and knew the risks of the operation he was about to execute. But it had to be done otherwise it could be too late and the hospital needed to bury two doctors instead of one. "This... this is going to hurt," he muttered to himself. After that he hoisted himself straight up on his hooves. But due to his own levels of blood still being dangerously low, the struggle was even bigger than he could have ever imagined. He huffed and puffed while he rose up. The stallion used everything in his knowledge to keep him standing up. His best option was to lean against the wall itself. He was in the need of some stability and that was the best thing that he had.