mare is for care

 

Greenie is absolutely devastated. 2 games into the tournament she tore her LCL again. After literally getting shoved to the floor mid-dunk, she popped right back up and charged back, only to get blindsided by her own teammate. I watched her crumple like a sack of apples...

 

After the ref stopped the game all Tartarus broke loose. Four of Green's teammates launched off the bench and joined in beating the snot out of the initial perpetrator, I thought they were gonna kill him. The grey stallion that hit her right after was in shambles, whistles were blowing everywhere, and everypony in the stands was still yelling about the first shove. Finally, a whole 3 minutes later, there was enough order that 2 refs and her teammates could help Green off the court, she barely moved in that entire time. Her grey friend left the game not long after.

 

While I was heading to the locker rooms I crossed paths with him (J.B. is how he introduced himself). He was a wreck, because he was there when Green tore it the first time. I can't imagine the guilt he must be feeling. Apparently Green didn't say anything to him during the whole sequence.

 

Finally, I met Green in the locker room, hunched over and hiding under her hoodie. Her knee was bowed outward, and a pulsating sphere the size of a basketball. I tried to coax some words out of her, but she just broke down in tears, and bawled into my chest for what felt like ages. The only thing Greenie said, in labored breaths between sobs was:

 

"I just wanna be good at something."

 

Nothing about J.B., or the first hit... it was a heavy phrase. Her teammates barrelled in not long after, it sounded like they won by the tone of their obscenities. As Green slowly pulled her stuff together, a beat up red stallion with a blonde mohawk came up to us and gave Green a headbutt of encouragement, followed by a "F- that stallion". His hooves were the size of my shoulder.

 

On the way out another injured player offered one of his crutches, he was watching from the sidelines and had some choice words about Green's teammate.

 

During the ride back to our hotel she started to talk, and surprisingly there was some life in her voice. I was really trying to understand what was going through her head, and oddly enough she was apologetic to an extent. From her view, she got dropped, and confirmed my initial thought it didnt hurt her that bad since she slid a few hooves. She has a very sexy road rash on her right shoulder though... After she popped up, she thought it was 4 against 2 but didnt see J.B. cutting across to take the stallion that hit her. She "saw red," whatever that means, and went for the charge. Heat of the moment, plus a split second miscommunication, and she ended up with 200 pounds of stallion crashing right into her hips. Green felt her knee snap like a rubber band and immediately knew she was donefor. I'm pretty sure I heard a faint pop amongst the chaos too...

 

It was a hectic and heartbreaking day, from watching Green try to walk, and fall over from dragging her leg; watch her try to fly, and get dragged to the ground by a dead limb; try to shower, and take out the curtain rod. It's already 11, Luna it feels like we were just at the rink. I don't want to push her, but she needs to make up her mind on if we're staying or going home. Personally, I'd prefer the ladder, and I've insisted that she wouldn't be a burden if she stayed at my house for however long she needs. Her angle is she wants to try to make the most of our trip, figure out how to get back to bigcity, and be there for her team, thinking by some celestial miracle she'll be good to play at some point this weekend. She knows both sides to it, and kept flip flopping whenever she gave one side more than 5 seconds of thought.

 

I think I hit most of the big events, Green's curled up in a little doughnut right next to me... exactly how she was after our all nighter at the castle. Her face is so peaceful, truly free from any heavy thoughts"

 

"5th Day of the 7th Moon, 125 A.N.M.

 

Today was mostly business, since we made the executive decision to go home. Lot of phone calls, lot of cancelling... still lost about 200 bits. Green's surprisingly good at managing crises like this, Celestia knows I couldn't keep it all straight, especially if I was the one who got hurt.

 

She wanted to go by the courts, it was on the way to the Train Station so we went. She chatted and B.S'd with everypony like nothing had happened, but when it came time to go every single one of her teammates lined up to give her a hoofshake and a 'get well soon'... it was very heartwarming.

 

Sidenote: When she reached the big red stallion (Heat Wave as she'd tell me later), they stopped mid-hug as he mumbled something in her ear. Green burst out laughing for the first time all weekend. J.B. was on his way there, so sadly he missed the whole interaction.

 

Her Ortho in Bigcity ("Grizz" as she refers to him, frequent flier I take it) can see her in two weeks, and advised her to "just R&R" until then. Two weeks of pampering Green FN...

 

[doodled drawing of Morning Glory doing the :ilovethem: emote]"