Oh... It's her.

DEAD

Shinygear sat up in a tree above. He was only half asleep, and he was completely aware of the mare crying below him. He was unsure of whether he should get down or not. So instead, he did nothing. He just listened.

Rose tried adjusting the scarf on her neck. It was choking her. She pulled it a little bit this way, a little bit that way, before finally giving up and ripping the thing from her throat. It floated to the ground, the two halves laying in the dirt, exposing the jagged scar on her chest.

The heart could not be mistaken. The heartbroken mare had tried to carve out her heart with a chisel before her housemate stopped her, but not before leaving a rather deep scar chiseled in her crystal skin. It was there forever, and she had tried to hide it with scarves, but today was not her day.

Shinygear opened one eye and saw what seemed to be a scar on the pony's chest. 'oh my gosh...' he thought to himself.

Rose sighed, getting to her feet and moving to the grass. She sat in the grass and looked at her hooves, leaning her head forward and sighing.

"If only someone could help me. Even just for a little bit."

Shinygear continued to watch from the treetops. "Help, she says...hm...could I help? He said to himself very quietly. He was was only a mechanic; medical stuff wasn't exactly his 'thing'.