"Ugh, Dashie. You spat out your medicine!" Applejack said in disgust.

Dashie could only cry and look ashamed. If a spoonful is offered, the messy girl will oblige to take it.

“You’re doing well, Rainbow. Don’t worry. You are almost done.”

After what felt like forever, all of the medicine is gone. Applejack got a bottle of water and held the nipple in front of Rainbow’s face. “Okay, baby girl. It’s time for your bottle.”

“Nhh,” Rainbow Dash grunts and leans towards to bottle.

Loud smacking could be heard.

Applejack quickly places the bottle in Rainbow’s mouth. “Okay, Rainbow. Drink up! That’s a good girl!”

Dashies makes whimpering and whining noises while trying to reduce her tears.
She takes a few breaths from sucking exhaustion.

“Are you okay, Dashie?” Applejack asks with concern, noticing Rainbow producing tears.

“It was nasty,” Dashie cries, “that was more of a punishment if I was lying about being sick than being treated for being sick!!!”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but to cry.

“Aww! It’s okay, Dashie!” Applejack coos, rubbing Rainbow’s forehead. “Just rest easy y’all. If you need anything, just let me know.”

Dashie sobs herself to a calmness again and continues drinking from her ba-ba about when 1/4 is left. The awesome pony got an idea.

“How much trouble would it be to put me in a onesie? You know to help get to sleep quicker,” the adult foal asks with a slight blushed face.