zachs pov:
damn i think i broke my ankle! this is not ok.
2 guys, who look offical, come and carry me over to the medic. he looks at my ankle and asks me about how it feels and what happened. after a good half hour he tells me i definitly broke it, and possibly stretched a ligament.
"can i compete tomorrow?"
"no... you cant even walk...you have a broken ankle! a compound fracture... your going to be out for atleast 4 mabey 5 weeks if you dont rest it. here is a pair of crutches, you will need to go get a cast at the emergency room tonight."
damn this is not good. i mean, i know it hurt like hell but i didnt think i did that much damage... my foot landed on the velcro strip as i finished my standin gfull and it slipped out from under me. how did that cause a compound fracture?
me, peyton, sarah, and matt go to the hospital. i told them that i didnt need all of them to come, but they insisted. i now have a big black cast on my leg. i asked matt to fill in for me tomorrow, he was peytons base last year so i know the stunt will do well. he is also a better tumbler than me so that will be no issue, now he just has to learn the routine.
me and peyton spend the rest of the night teaching him. peyton called the coach and lets him know that we have already delt with the issue
