Bear Meets Girl
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He jumped from his seat, standing tall, not thinking of any poor sap that might be behind him. It took him a second to realize that Nice Guy was right by him, the fathers horror palpable.
Together they watched Cellas body flip again and land hard. She wasnt knocked out. She was in too much pain. Shed still managed to hold on to her stick, but she finally dropped that and went for her left leg, now bent at an unnatural angle. The pain so bad, she couldnt even pretend not to feel it.
The hyenas, staring down at her, skated back as the rest of the two teams stopped completely. It was strange, how everyone just sort of froze.
The refsa fellow polar and a lion maleskated between the two teams, pushing them apart while the Carnivores team manager ran out on the ice and to Cellas side. A few seconds later the medical team came out, Dr. Davis with them. They surrounded Cella and Crush could only see the tops of their heads, so it was impossible to know what was going on. Although, on a gut level, he already knew. So did her father.
I ... I ...
He motioned to Conway, knew his friend would keep Mr. Malone calm. He was good at that. Crush patted the older mans shoulder. Ill go check on her. You stay here.
Crush walked to the door and out of it. Once the security monitoring the door had closed it again, he ran.
Gritting her teeth, never having felt pain like this since the birth of her daughter, Cella tried her best to hold on. To not black out. But it was getting harder and harder. She was definitely out of this game. Fucking hyenas.
Get the stretcher! Jai ordered the techs. Then she was over Cella, hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her down, but the pain was too much to stay still. Honey, you need to let me see.
Fuck, Jai. Fuck!
I know.
Man, Cella would never hear the end of this. It would take at least a week for her knee to heal this time. Ice wouldnt do it. Not tonight, at least. But she could get through this. She would. She was a Malone. Shed force herself to stay off her knee for a week or so and that would be it. Then she wanted a rematch with those assholes.
Hands went under her shoulders and another under her waist. She was lifted/dragged onto the stretcher. The crowd didnt sound happy. They wanted blood. Good luck getting out of the Sports Center, Minnesota. Hell. Good luck getting out of the city.
Another bolt of pain hit Cella and everything went blank there for a bit. When she woke up, she was in one of the med rooms. God, how long had she been out?
Cella? Hon? Can you hear me?
She looked up at Jai. The pain was less. They must have shot her up with something. Good. That helped.
Yeah. I can hear you.
Okay. Great. Were going to be transferring you in thenext few minutes.
Transferring me? Cella fought hard to focus. The meds were making her loopy. Transfer me where?
To McMillian Presbyterian Hospital.
But Im Catholic. Oh. Wow. She was high. Cella shook her head. Tried again. Why hospital? I can recover at home. I wanna go home.
Cella saw her friends face. That expression. Whats going on? Cella asked.
Nothing. Lets just get you to the hospital.
Cella caught Jais arm, and held her tight. Whats going on?
Jai looked up at her techs, motioned them away with a hard jerk of her head. When theyd moved across the room, Jai looked back at her. Your knee, hon.
What about it?
Jai stared at her, took a moment. This has to be fixed. This wont heal on its own.
What does that mean?
You know what it means.
But
Jais voice was no nonsense, strictly professional. If we let this set, Cella, the way it is ... you wont be able to walk on that leg, much less skate. But Ive already contacted the specialist there. Hes going to meet us at the hospital.
To fix what I have.
No, Jai said firmly. There is no fixing what you have, Cella. We either replace or you start using a walker to get around.
But dont worry. Once its done, youll be fine. This guy knows what hes doing. Hes the best and no one will ever know you were ever hurt.
But that wasnt the point, was it? It wasnt that shed walk or not walk again. It was that, in effect, her entire career was over. Just like that. Thered be no heroic tales of her working back to the team after lots of physical therapy and a miracle. Instead, Cella would get her knee replaced, her leg would be as strong, if not stronger than it had ever been before ... and shed never play pro sports again. Ever.
One of the techs moved up to Jai and whispered in her ear.
Right. Okay. Jai looked down at her. The ambulance is here, hon. We have to go. Because if they waited too long, her leg would heal on its own, but badly, forcing the doctors to destroy her leg again in order to repair it.
Taking her silence as some kind of agreement, Jai motioned for the techs to let in the ones whod be taking her to the hospital.
But another bout of pain ripped through her before anyone could move her and Cella roared, her fangs and claws unleashing, ready to slash and rip and destroy. Big hands held her down and someone stuck a needle in her, more meds forced into her system.
Together they watched Cellas body flip again and land hard. She wasnt knocked out. She was in too much pain. Shed still managed to hold on to her stick, but she finally dropped that and went for her left leg, now bent at an unnatural angle. The pain so bad, she couldnt even pretend not to feel it.
The hyenas, staring down at her, skated back as the rest of the two teams stopped completely. It was strange, how everyone just sort of froze.
The refsa fellow polar and a lion maleskated between the two teams, pushing them apart while the Carnivores team manager ran out on the ice and to Cellas side. A few seconds later the medical team came out, Dr. Davis with them. They surrounded Cella and Crush could only see the tops of their heads, so it was impossible to know what was going on. Although, on a gut level, he already knew. So did her father.
I ... I ...
He motioned to Conway, knew his friend would keep Mr. Malone calm. He was good at that. Crush patted the older mans shoulder. Ill go check on her. You stay here.
Crush walked to the door and out of it. Once the security monitoring the door had closed it again, he ran.
Gritting her teeth, never having felt pain like this since the birth of her daughter, Cella tried her best to hold on. To not black out. But it was getting harder and harder. She was definitely out of this game. Fucking hyenas.
Get the stretcher! Jai ordered the techs. Then she was over Cella, hands on her shoulders, trying to hold her down, but the pain was too much to stay still. Honey, you need to let me see.
Fuck, Jai. Fuck!
I know.
Man, Cella would never hear the end of this. It would take at least a week for her knee to heal this time. Ice wouldnt do it. Not tonight, at least. But she could get through this. She would. She was a Malone. Shed force herself to stay off her knee for a week or so and that would be it. Then she wanted a rematch with those assholes.
Hands went under her shoulders and another under her waist. She was lifted/dragged onto the stretcher. The crowd didnt sound happy. They wanted blood. Good luck getting out of the Sports Center, Minnesota. Hell. Good luck getting out of the city.
Another bolt of pain hit Cella and everything went blank there for a bit. When she woke up, she was in one of the med rooms. God, how long had she been out?
Cella? Hon? Can you hear me?
She looked up at Jai. The pain was less. They must have shot her up with something. Good. That helped.
Yeah. I can hear you.
Okay. Great. Were going to be transferring you in thenext few minutes.
Transferring me? Cella fought hard to focus. The meds were making her loopy. Transfer me where?
To McMillian Presbyterian Hospital.
But Im Catholic. Oh. Wow. She was high. Cella shook her head. Tried again. Why hospital? I can recover at home. I wanna go home.
Cella saw her friends face. That expression. Whats going on? Cella asked.
Nothing. Lets just get you to the hospital.
Cella caught Jais arm, and held her tight. Whats going on?
Jai looked up at her techs, motioned them away with a hard jerk of her head. When theyd moved across the room, Jai looked back at her. Your knee, hon.
What about it?
Jai stared at her, took a moment. This has to be fixed. This wont heal on its own.
What does that mean?
You know what it means.
But
Jais voice was no nonsense, strictly professional. If we let this set, Cella, the way it is ... you wont be able to walk on that leg, much less skate. But Ive already contacted the specialist there. Hes going to meet us at the hospital.
To fix what I have.
No, Jai said firmly. There is no fixing what you have, Cella. We either replace or you start using a walker to get around.
But dont worry. Once its done, youll be fine. This guy knows what hes doing. Hes the best and no one will ever know you were ever hurt.
But that wasnt the point, was it? It wasnt that shed walk or not walk again. It was that, in effect, her entire career was over. Just like that. Thered be no heroic tales of her working back to the team after lots of physical therapy and a miracle. Instead, Cella would get her knee replaced, her leg would be as strong, if not stronger than it had ever been before ... and shed never play pro sports again. Ever.
One of the techs moved up to Jai and whispered in her ear.
Right. Okay. Jai looked down at her. The ambulance is here, hon. We have to go. Because if they waited too long, her leg would heal on its own, but badly, forcing the doctors to destroy her leg again in order to repair it.
Taking her silence as some kind of agreement, Jai motioned for the techs to let in the ones whod be taking her to the hospital.
But another bout of pain ripped through her before anyone could move her and Cella roared, her fangs and claws unleashing, ready to slash and rip and destroy. Big hands held her down and someone stuck a needle in her, more meds forced into her system.
