We come to that time when the kids are getting out of the school for the Yule holiday–
And they are, for the first time, going to the same place.
Yes, it’s time for Yule in Pamporovo and there’s been quite a bit of writing. As a matter of fact I finished the second scene a few minutes ago and that’s put the chapter at about thirty-seven hundred words, which is quite a lot.
But before they head for Bulgaria, there’s something going on before that moment. And here it is:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
From the time Sabrina made contact with him in the library, it took Kerry about a minute to find himself entering the hospital. He strolled through the waiting room and headed directly for Coraline’s office, where he found Nurse Gretchen sitting behind the desk. He knocked on the door frame. “You wanted to see me?”
Nurse Gretchen looked up and pointed towards him. “She does.”
He turned and found Coraline standing outside Bay #1, with the privacy curtain pulled about two-thirds closed. She beckoned him forward. “I have something for you.”
Given the fact he was summoned to the hospital, the bay outside of which Coraline was now standing, and the time, Kerry had a pretty good idea what was waiting. “What happened?”
“Well…” Coraline made a pushing motion with her hand and the curtain retracted about halfway to the wall. “I think you should hear it from your one and only.”
Kerry peeked around the curtain and had his suspicions confirmed. “What happened to you?”
It should come as no surprise that the “you” in question here is Annie, and since she’s in Bay #1, chances are she’s hurt.
Oh, boy, is she hurt…
Annie lay in Bed #1 dressed in a yellow nightgown, a blue cast covering most of her lower right leg and foot, a similar blue cast on her right wrist, and an IV running to a patch on the back of her left hand. She slowly turned her head toward the sound of Kerry’s voice and smiled. “I had an accident.”
Coraline leaned slightly towards Kerry. “She’s on pain meds so she’s not all the way coherent.”
He chuckled while giving the doctor a strange look. “I’m a bit familiar with that feeling.” He moved into the bay and took up position next to Annie’s bed. “What kind of accident?”
“I was—” Annie closed her eyes for a second as she tried to focus. “I was doing one eighty transition toe stops and had pretty much mastered them as a slow pace, so Holly suggested I try them at a little quicker pace. So I did—” She smiled as she remembered her practice. “I did three extremely well. The fourth, however—”
“Not so well.”
“No.” Annie lay back into her pillow. “My skate caught as I turned and…” She looked up at the ceiling. “My mind is a bit fuzzy: I’m having difficulty telling you—”
Kerry patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand. I’ve been where you are enough to know.” He turned to Coraline. “What’d she break?”
“She torqued her leg resulting in a trimalleolar fracture about a quarter of the way up from the ankle. Also, when she went down she tried to break her fall by putting her hand out and that resulted in a scaphoid fracture of the wrist.” Coraline stepped into the bay and pulled the privacy curtain all the way closed. “She also dislocated her shoulder, but that was easy to fix. The rest will require at least eight hours for my magical nanoids to do their thing.”
Hearing that left Kerry but with one other question. “Are we gonna be able to jaunt out of her at nine tomorrow? Her parents are gonna be waiting for us and if we can’t—”
Coraline held up her hand. “Don’t worry, Red: she should be fully healed before oh-six hours and I’ll be in here at seven to give her a discharge and a clean bill of health. Only thing—” She looked down at Annie. “I don’t want you on skates for seventy-two hours after discharge.”
Annie smiled. “Since I’m not taking them home, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“And once you’re back next year, I want to check out your leg and wrist before I clear you for skating.” Coraline glanced over to Kerry. “I was told to treat these derby girls just like I treat the fliers.”
He shrugged. “That makes sense.”
I considered posting an image of a trimalleorlar fracture, but after looking at a few I decided against putting up pictures for you to see. If you’re really interested, Google “trimalleorlar fracture” and gaze upon the carnage, ye mighty. One of my teammates suffered a similar fracture back in February–she was doing something almost the same as Annie when she snapped her leg–and I believe I know someone else who had the same thing happen to her, which required screws to repair the damage.
And then the wrist break– We’re always told not to use our hands as a brace when we fall to avoid breaking our wrists and the only time I’ve seen a teammate break a wrist–yep, she put her hand out as she was going down. Sometimes you can’t help it ’cause habits are hard to break, while bones are easy. See what I did there? Sure you did.
So things are cool: Annie’ll be all healed up before returning home.
That doesn’t mean we’re done–