Wow, what a fight!
Taking claim of the hill was no easy matter, and so after a while of tackling people and tossing them down the hill, I took matters toward the snowballs. Unlimited ammo at the bottom with sitting ducks at the top, what better scenario can there be? Others started to come and attack me while I threw endless snow.
Eventually almost everybody was into the snowball fight. There were pure massacres, not to mention merciless revenge. A hit never went unanswered, and the laughing only continued to rise.
There were alliances, truces, broken truces, and white washing. At the end was the climax for sure. Joe and Neil were going in together against everybody, and I threw my fair share at them, and so into the background I went to rest and recuperate. I was rolling up a large snowball for when I would go back into the chaos, when all of a sudden Neil pushed me as Joe kneeled behind me in a classic tag-team take down. My snowball had found a new owner.
I played it off trying to hit somebody else with it, enabling myself to discreetly get into range with my heavy artillery. I lobbed it as fast as I could, and he tried to block it. Snow exploded everywhere from his block, and he got a good deal from it. I could hear him cackling with insane revenge close at hand with white-washing in waiting for me as he chased me down.
As he neared I fell down to my knees, which sent him flying over me completely! Oh how I was going to get it had I stayed.
Later on in the madness of the night, we came face-to-face again, but this time we settled on peace, and went our own ways.
I tried tackling fellow word members, but to no avail. Realizing this I went back to a barrage of snowballs onto anyone locked into my sight.
Finally the fight was coming to a close. I had just thrown my last snowball when I heard someone coming from behind. As I turned he came upon me and took me down with a swift trip.
Oh how I went down, but when he hit me I thought something moved out of place, maybe in a pocket. Damn I was surely wrong when I tried to move my leg and felt the pain surge through me. I went down right there and the overwhelming shock took me in. I felt my knee and realized that it was a piece of it that had moved.
I screamed in pain and asked Neil to feel my ****ing knee to see if he felt something wrong too. He did and it was then I realized my knee had popped out of place. Soon enough everybody gathered around to see what happened, but hardly anyone grasped the seriousness at hand (especially someone who decided to drop a snowball into my ear). Caroling soon broke out, and mockery towards me mixed in with it as it progressed through the song. At this point was when I wanted to release whatever it was inside my guts that so badly wanted to come out (a.k.a. vomit).
Finally I had had enough and completely exploded. I cursed every word that could be considered a curse towards those who mocked me as I lay shivering in pain. I just wanted the noise to stop, that endless gnawing at the back of my head grew as their volume grew. They finally realized what was going down, and many backed off. Finally I had some quiet.
Soon enough help arrived, but in the parking lot which seemed 1/4 a mile away. After my struggle to get up (with the help of Neil and Alex) I took one glimpse and broke down inside knowing the pain that would come with the “walk” to the car. By this time I was exhausted, near the point of fainting and possibly with minor hypothermia. They talked with me to the car, trying to keep me awake.
When we began walking I tried to help with my good leg, but that channeled feeling right to my bad leg, which hurt like hell. After the first two breaks I decided to just let them drag me. As we neared the car I could feel both of them losing their strength, and feared that we would all go down in agonizing pain. But somehow we all made it to the car. By this time I could barely keep my head up, and could really only mumble. I felt for sure if I didn’t pass out that I would for sure puke all over Neil’s car.
Bad enough it was that I laid in the backseat of his car with a mudy coat and muddy pants, so I took off my shoe on my good leg just so that there would be no shoe print.
The whole way there I kept conversation with Neil mostly, and kept asking him if I could go to sleep. I was so cold and tired that I would’ve been more awake after being hit with a tranquilizer, but somehow I managed.
I thanked God when I got out of the car (by myself willingly) and saw a wheelchair. From there on everything became increasingly better, except for my uncontrollable shivering.
When the doctor checked my knee, I realized it had moved back into place (most likely from the dragging to the car), and realized how lucky I ended up being.
I tried in vain to call my mom on the way to the hospital, but finally was able to contact her in the waiting room, and she came not too long after.
I just want to say how thankful I am for Neil’s help with everything, from dragging me to the car, to driving me to the hospital, to waiting by my side the whole time I was in the patient’s room, to bringing me taco bell, to washing my coat. He actually made my experience enjoyable (except for the whole pain part, lol).
Thanks man!
