Lightning Dash's face was twisted between shock and concern. His fears were confirmed.
"Oh, Lightning..." Derpy whimpered.
Clover stood puzzled, her hoof on her chin.
"Color Flourish... Oh yeah! The artist. I visited her place a couple times when I was younger. She always baked me cookies. Wait, dad, isn't she your ex? ...Oh... Oh my. I see."
Clover frowned.
"So... so this is my half-brother?"
Color Blotch ignored her and stomped his hoof impatiently.
"Dad! Listen! Mom needs help! She's badly hurt!"
Lightning Dash caught himself with his mouth open, shutting it quickly.
"I... She is? Uh...okay... Where is she?"
"She's back at home, in the studio. She wouldn't wake up, I think she's unconscious... And I thought I saw blood... We have to hurry!"
Lightning was already devising a plan. He turned towards Derpy.
"Go ahead and take Clover with you to the hospital, we'll meet you there."
Lightning Dash began to gallop, his wings spread wide. He knew the way. He would always stop and stand outside of Flourish's Art Studio whenever he passed by, wondering what she was up to.
Color Blotch galloped surprisingly as fast as Lightning, keeping to his left.
"So, why me? You could have called on anypony for help," Lightning Dash huffed, breathing quickly as he ran.
Color Blotch hesitated with his response.
"You're one of the only other adults I trust."
Lightning slowed to a halt and burst open the wooden door with the paint palette on the front. He snaked his way through a mess of paintbrushes, canvases, and boxes of supplies.
Turning the corner, Lightning Dash's heart rate soared.
There she lay, in a lifeless heap. Color Flourish's lime-green fur was covered in a fresh, thick coat of lavender paint. She seemed to have taken a hard hit to the head, and the blood had visibly trickled into her creamy yellow mane.
Lightning Dash gasped and rushed to Flourish's side, holding her in his hooves. He stroked her hair gently, trying to get a better look at the wound.
"It would seem this paint can fell on her. It's just a simple head injury. She'll still need medical attention, though. I'll fly her to the hospital. Think you'll be able to keep up?"
"Way ahead of you."
Color Blotch's horn lit up and he levitated himself off the ground.
"Then let's fly!"
