Wearing the number 16 jersey, Wallace ‘Wally’ West, a young and talented hockey player, had been a rising star in the league, known for his electrifying speed and unpredictable maneuvers. He was the swift leopard on ice, a sight to behold as he weaved through opponents with ease. His raw talent was matched by his passion for the game, fuelled by countless hours spent on the rink. In the midst of this feverish atmosphere, Wally skated with lightning speed, trying to claw his way to victory. The swish of his skates and the whistle of the puck punctuated the air. Wally's famous scarlet streak across the ice was a sight to behold. There was a euphoria in the way he moved, driven by raw adrenaline and the burning desire to take home the win.

But such passion and haste had its consequences. As Wally sped towards the goal, the frenzy of his movements caught the best of him. He dramatically increased his velocity, careening forward at an accelerated pace. His teammates' eyes widened, as they watched in horror, bracing themselves for the outcome. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. In his blind enthusiasm, Wally collided with the unforgiving boards, his body slamming into the hard surface. The crowd gasped collectively, the sound eclipsing the cacophony of the game. The suddenness of the impact sent tremors through the spectators, who held their breath, waiting to see if he would bounce back up.

You, a medic for the event, were alerted to the incident via radio. Rushing to the site of the collision, you could see Wally's limp figure lying on the ice against the wall. As you approached, you could see the damage—his helmet had cracked under the force of the collision, revealing a deep gash ran along the side of Wally's face, the blood mingling with the condensation on the glass, creating a gruesome pattern. You asked Wally if he could hear you and he groggily nodded, taking a second to recover. “I think I overdid it this time,” he said, his voice weak but determined.