Lyra found herself galloping next to the gurney as it was pushed down the hospital corridors. The wheels rattled and the monitor beeped in time with Vinyl’s heart. The mare herself was pulsating with every beat. She let out a moan of pain but continued bobbing her head through it all.

As they burst through a pair of doors one of the doctors running next to Vinyl grabbed a nearby nurse.

“This patient is suffering from severe Wubatosis. I need a treble infusion STAT! And you!” he said, turning to Lyra “How could she have gotten this bad? I've never seen such an acute case.”

Lyra stared down at Vinyl’s hoof where it twitched, still trying to spin the shattered piece of record it gripped. “We were having a battle in the park, my electric harp versus her turntables. Neither of us could fumble the other's mumble so she turned it up to eleven. I was thrown off stage when the speakers exploded but she was right in the middle of it!”

“Then I’m amazed she’s still alive,” the doctor said as he guided Vinyl into a room and onto a bed, “the level of wubs she endured - most ponies are rendered unresponsive around level eight.”

“Do the Wubs liquefy their brains?!?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, the constant head banging makes them dizzy and they pass out before the Wubs can do any real damage. But your friend here literally has beats coursing through her veins. The fact she hasn't vibrated apart at the microscopic level is astounding.”

Seeing the stricken look on Lyra’s face the doctor quickly continued. “But she’ll be fine. As soon as she receives three standard Treble transfusions she’ll treat us to a few minutes of vocal dubstep before falling asleep. That or…” at this point the doctor dropped into a softer tone, almost mumbling to himself. “well, she might explode. I've never seen anypony quite so wubbed up.”

A panic stricken nurse burst into the room and presented the doctor with a destroyed I.V. bag. “Doctor, there’s nothing left! An undulating wave on the ultra Bassatronic spectrum must have blown through and ruptured all our reserves. Everything’s contaminated.”

“She’s in Celestia’s hooves then.” Said the stallion, turning back to where Vinyl fitfully beatboxed in her sleep. “I’ll send a message to Canterlot General but with her rate of deterioration the chances they’ll arrive in time are slim. Only a miracle, or perhaps the power of love, can save her now.”

Lyra moved to the bed and took Vinyl’s hoof. Despite the vibrations coming off the mare threatening to rattle the teeth out of her skull she refused to let go. “Why’d you have to do it? Those things only go up to ten for a reason.” She put the hoof to her forehead and only looked up when the doctor leaned comfortingly against her. They stared in silence, waiting for a miracle.

Or in this case, for Octavia to kick the door off its hinges.

Two pairs of eyes snapped to the doorway and looked on in horror as Octavia lifted a violin and threw it at Vinyl. Before Vinyl could be hit in the face with the instrument a blue arc of electricity suspended it in the air. Vinyl’s eyes snapped open, completely blue and pulsating, while more and more electricity poured off her and into the violin.

Amid Octavia’s scream of “Hit the deck!” and a sound like a bass cannon, the violin exploded.

As the dust settled Octavia helped the other two ponies to their feet. Lyra glanced at the bed and then rushed over, babbling and sobbing in relief at the sight of Vinyl blinking blearily at them.

“Vinyl’s supposed to carry one of those on her at all times.” Octavia explained to the doctor while adjusting her bowtie, “The classical nature of the instrument seems to draw the Wubatonic particles out of her bloodstream, you see. But she left it at the apartment this morning and I only just noticed it.”

“Well,” mused the doctor, “normally I wouldn't condone throwing musical instruments at ponies as a viable medical practice, but I think I’ll let this one slide.” With that he left to attend to his other patients.

“Now Vinyl,” Octavia said, turning once more to the mare in question, “what have we learned today?”

“Umm, use larger cables so the speakers don’t overload?”

“And…?”

“Well...” Vinyl thought. Then, donning her characteristic sunglasses, “nope, just cables. Everything else was pretty cool.”