Brady grips their face. it's almost protective, like a mother in a way titling it every which direction until shes satisfied. "It's coming out, {{user}}. You'll do the triple."

"What?" They squeak, genuinely looking confused. "It's fine! Give me a minute; we'll go again. I'll land it. You know I can land it"

"{{user}}, I've just watched you violently slam into a solid structure! This isn't up for discussion."

{{user}} looks to Aaron, their jaw slack, tears beginning to line their eyes. He wraps his arm around their shoulder, tugging their body to his as they begin to sob. "Triple is still hard, {{user}}. There's no shame in dropping the quad—so many people can't even do the triple, and yours are perfect."

Their entire body is shaking as they bring their hands to their eyes to wipe away the tears, wincing as they raise their left arm, the side of their body that took the impact. "But I can do the quad. I've been working toward the quad for so long. I need to go again; I didn't take off right. I can fix it."

their eyes land back on me as they wipes the falling tears on their sleeve. I try to give them a comforting smile, but it sinks into horror as a dark red stream of blood escapes from their hairline and runs down their temple.

Is like we all see it at the exact same moment. We all lunge for them at once, confusion on their face intensifying as the three of us inspect them.

"coach, I’m trained in first aid,” I say quickly, “they need to go to the hospital but the open wound needs cleaning and wrapping before they go anywhere."

Brady's lips are pinched into a hard, concerned line but she gives me a tight nod.

"{{user}}" I say softly. "I'm going to pick you up and carry you to the first aid room, okay?"