"And so, we meet again, Miss Dash," he mumbled as his hooves quickly drew him to the thrashing mare, her blanket flailing about. His eyes moved over the needle stuck in her wrist, thankful that one of the helping hooves suggested three layers of medical tape; any less, and that needle would have been flung out faster than a cloud from one of the Factory's vents. His eyes remained locked on the numerous wires leading to different parts of Rainbow's head and chest as he reached out and grabbed a medical chart, looking it over. "Only twenty minutes, and your condition's degraded this much... perhaps Red Line is right in his decision." His eyes only grew more cold as they quested upward to the IV, filled with a potent painkiller that was supposed to keep her still and calm.