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Lights cover the room

Around my windows and door

White lights on a string

Illuminate the dark air

The ambiance calms my mood

 

My blue HydroFlask™

Has stickers all over it

From bottom to lid

 

I’m moving to South Dakota soon

It’s in the land of the harvest moon

They speak with a Canadian accent dont cha know?

In the winter there’s also a lot of snow

When I move there I will be attending college

It’s a small town, that I will acknowledge

I hope the land there makes me swoon

I’m excited to move to South Dakota soon

 

Power is dressed in black

He takes his reign early in the morning

He is up before anyone else

He does this so he is what everyone sees when they wake

He sits in his chair looking over the common

Everyone knows Power is there

But at times his grip is more present than ever

This is Power

 

Blue, red, and yellow target faces

Have really taken me places

From national championships in California

To elite training camps in Georgia

I am now competing as a pro

With my yellow and silver bow

 

World championships I competed with the pros

My shots really seemed to flow

I saw all of my friends

And made friends till the end

I compete as a pro now

And I ended up in the top qualifiers somehow

 

Blue, red, and yellow target faces

Have really taken me places

From national championships in California

To elite training camps in Georgia

I am now competing as a pro

With my yellow and silver bow

 

Im going to college on an archery scholarship

It’s in South Dakota which will be a trip

I will be competing with a college team

Which has always been my dream

 

I skated down the ice, headed towards our goal. I was ahead of the defenseman on the opposing when I crossed center ice. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and I couldn’t breath. I was pushing my skates down onto the ice harder than i have ever pushed before so I could speed ahead of the girl to my right. Coming up on my left, I yelled at my teammate to pass the puck to me since I was open. She passed it from the middle of the ice and the puck hit my stick with a loud thud.

“Come on Riley you got this. Just a little farther than shoot!” I said to myself.

I handled the puck well and I was barrelling down the ice towards the goal. The crowd was loud. The game was tied 2-2 and I was going to score the game winning goal with 30 seconds left in the third period.  I was so focused on scoring the next point that I didn’t see the girl next to me.

“Riley! Watch on your right!” Someone shouted my way.

I looked to my right and I was too late to react. The girl body checked me from the right side, out of the way of the puck and the goal. I hit the glass and the boards hard – harder than i’ve ever been hit before. I immediately hit my head against the glass and fell, losing control of my body. My stick flew from my hands as I was being pinned by the girl who hit me. The ref blew his whistle stopping the play since I wasn’t getting up and the team trainers came across the ice to check on me. My cheek had been cut by my helmet and I had a bloody nose. As I laid there on my back I can see a crowd forming around me. The crowd was made up of my teammates and members of the other team. As I glance over at the glass above me, I see my boyfriend, Cody, standing there with his hands against the barrier between us. I can hear him yelling but it is very muffled.

“Riley! Are you okay? Please be okay!” he yelled.

The trainer was trying to get me off the ice but it was taking me awhile for me to stand. My leg had a shooting pain below the knee. Every time the trainers tried to figure out was wrong by touching my leg and feeling for any fractures, I would just yell out in agony. The pain was spreading quickly down my leg.

“Riley we need to get you off the ice. Can you stand?” the trainer said.

“Yeah…” I paused. “It hurts though.”

The trainer nodded and called my teammates Sara and Taylor over to escort me off the ice. When I was halfway to the door, the pain became too much to handle and I started crying. “We are almost there Riley. You’ve got this girl.” Sara encouraged while we were stepping through the rink door.

As my skate hit the floor, I collapsed and hit the ground while grabbed my left leg. The team trainers came and carried me to the team room and I don’t remember anything after that and everything became a blur.

I came to my senses and I instantly felt as though my leg was burning from the inside out. I look at my surroundings and find myself in the team athletic training room. I look down to my right and see Cody sitting in the chair, on his phone.

“Wha- what happened?” I say grabbing my head and trying to sit up with the room spinning. Cody looks up at me and yells for the trainer. The trainer walks in with a clipboard and a couple of the interns.

“Riley! It’s a good thing you’re up! We were starting to get worried.” The trainer spoke.

“How long was I out?”

“Only about 30 minutes. You ended up passing out due to the severe pain. It was just enough time for us to wrap your leg and clean up your cuts.” one of the interns piped up.

I looked down at my leg and saw nothing but ace bandages and tape within a brace.

“When the girl slammed you into the boards, you hit your head on the glass and got a few cuts from your helmet. Nothing too major. We still need to follow concussion protocol just in case. The only major injury is you leg.  When you fell, your left leg got pinned against the wall and the girl. When you were on the ice, I knew you possibly fractured your fibula. There are two bones in your lower leg. One’s big and buff and one’s pretty wimpy. When you walk, that big tibia takes about 80% of your weight of impact, and the fibula only has to take the remaining 20%. But players place their weight differently over their feet due to the skates. In principle, a hockey player has 100% of their weight shifted forward onto their tibia. That’s why when you skated to the door, you felt a massive amount of pain but you could still stand but as soon as you stepped off the ice, you collapsed.” The trainer explained to me.

I sat there listening to her speak and I couldn’t help but cry again. I knew I would be out of the game for a while or maybe even the season. Cody reached over and grabbed my hand, rubbing it with his thumb to comfort me. One intern offered to get me tissues but I just used my jersey to wipe away the tears.
“What does this mean? Am I out for the season? When can i get back to playing?” I expressed concern when I asked.

“I’m afraid to say that you will be out for 6-8 weeks. It takes about 6 weeks for the fracture to heal the fracture will heal naturally which means no surgery. After that, 2 weeks of physical therapy and light practice. By December, you will be back and better than ever!” The trainer spoke enthusiastically.

I glanced at Cody and he looked at me sympathetically. I didn’t want to sit in a brace, not being able to walk, for 6 weeks.

I discussed the healing practice with the trainer and she released me after I was helped get out of my game uniform. Cody helped me to his car which was parked outside the team room door. All of my teammates wished me a speedy recovery and I wished them luck for the upcoming games. I was settled into the car and we drove away from the rink to my apartment. I stared out the window into the night. The Portland skyline was beautiful in the rain. I was focused on the flashing lights coming from downtown when Cody spoke, breaking me from my trance.

“Riley.” He said grabbing my hand from my lap. He could see I was devastated about my injury, “we will make the best of this time off. Trust me! Some quality time together and maybe you can catch a few of my games!” Cody winked at me and I just laughed.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss them.” I said

We continued talking about how we would handle the healing process. The pain might be unbearable but I am confident. I know this injury will make me stronger as a player and I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

“8 more weeks.” I sighed, “8 more weeks until I make my comeback.”

 

My name is Hannah Mathison and this is my writing site for my creative writing class! 

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