Else Sandbech (1of_theboys) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2017-01-28 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, chester blackstone, else sandbach |
Who: Else and Chester
Where: Hotel at X games
When: Saturday Night - After Women's superpipe
What: A first spat
To say Else was hurting was an understatement, both physically and emotionally. Two major crashes in two separate events in one weekend was not something she was used to. Of course she had had her fair share of crashes and injuries but they usually came when she was trying new shit, not in major competitions. Big Air had been a dumb mistake and she hadn’t been able to compensate for the speed. Else had downplayed the hit when she shooed her boyfriend and brother away for their own event. When they had left the medics told her the concussion form the hit was more than they initially though and she would feel it for the next week. It was suggested that she not compete further. Of course Else didn't listen. She was competitive to a fault and it was not the first time she would compete while injured.
Slopestyle had gone fairly well. She had taken gold, throwing new tricks to make up for the big air fall. Super pipe was a different story. Really she should have chosen between the two, back to back events. Trying to do both with the concussion hadn't been her best choice in the world. She had been overwhelmed by a wave of dizziness when she had attempted a flip on her last hit. As a result she landed on the deck of the pipe and fell back in to the pipe. That fall had been followed up by the medics sending her on a trip to the hospital. There she had been informed of a badly sprained ankle, a cracked rib and a review of the original concussion. He had also been given a much striker order to rest and recover. At least the completion was done now.
Chester, Leif and her coach had gone to the hospital with her. Of the three her coach was the only one not surprised by the severity of the original concussion. Else had played it off as super mild, before. It was certainly not the worse concussion she had in her life but it was worse than she had let on. Her brother was unsurprised at that but scolded her anyway for it as he walked her and Chester to their hotel suite.
Else settled herself on the couch as soon as the door closed. She was sore as fuck and despite the fact that she really needed to change she had no interest in continuing to move.
“I don’t supposed you love me enough to get me one of your super comfy t-shirt?" She asked smiling, hopefully at Chester. She knew full well she was in trouble and was hoping cute might help.