⛸ Ice Queens ⛸

~ 15 Years Ago ~

It all started fifteen years ago to the day. The day my afro-American friend Fayola unfortunately had a nasty fall on the ice, during the World Junior Competition that was being held here in the United Kingdom, where no one else helped her except for myself.
I was standing at the side of the rink stretching and warming up as I was going on the ice soon myself. I was nodding and bopping along to the song that Fayola had chosen to perform with, as I stretched, when I suddenly watched Fayola miss her landing for the triple axle spin. I quickly removed my guards from the blades of my skates, tossing them to the side not really caring where they landed, which we had to wear when not on the ice, for our own safety and others; before rushing through the little door on to the ice rink itself. I then skated as fast as possible and also carefully so not to cause any more unnecessary harm to my friend. I turned to the side for an emergency stop a few yards from Fayola, covering her in a light shower of shaved ice from my blades, before crouching down to see how badly injured she was. "Fayola, are you okay?" I asked, concern and shock clear in my voice as I looked her over to access her injuries. Thankfully, nothing seemed broken just badly bruised, especially the hip she landed awkwardly on. After a few moments Fayola replied, "Just my hip is killing me." She was clearly in shock, so she can not fully comprehend what had just occurred. She normally lands the triple axle spin perfectly in practise, so one of her blades must have landed on a tiny chunk of ice, or landed in a dent of the ice from previous figure skaters. I held out one of my hands for her to hold on to as I gently rested my other hand on her back, ready to catch her if she lost her balance as we both stood upright carefully on the slippery ice. It was in this exact moment that I felt a deep connection between us that went beyond just friendship. However, I kept my mouth shut in the moment and for the following fifteen years about the sudden deep connection we had, as I was only fifteen at the time and Fayola was seventeen. Besides, I never thought about being sexually attracted to a girl before.
As I guided Fayola slowly over to the door in the rink barrier, I made sure neither of our blades caught on any thing that could send us tumbling. I also glared at the judges, the audience and Fayola's coach for not caring about the girl. The judges carried on marking her down as the music finally stopped playing and the audience just sat in awkward silence. As for her coach, well I may have said a few bad words towards him, whilst my own coach helped me guide Fayola in to the small emergency room we have backstage. On the other hand, my coach is awesome. She is always helpful towards my team mates and myself. Of course she can be stern when needed, but she still puts us first. I am forever grateful for her, I could not wish for a better coach. Some of the girls on the other teams are obviously jealous of our coach, as their own treats them like garbage.
I stayed by Fayola's side and helped the medic to lay her down carefully on to her back so she could be fully assessed. I was so worried for Fayola, more than I usually was, which was a strange and new feeling. I sat by the head of the bed, holding one of Fayola's hand gently, letting her know I was still there and she could squeeze my hand if needed. I watched the medic proceed with the assessment which did not look good. After five or so minutes, the medic declared that Fayola needed to have an x-ray done to make sure her hip was not fractured or broken. "You'll be alright, Fay." I commented quietly yet reassuringly as I gave her hand a gentle squeeze before helping her to sit upright on the bed. I then let go of her hand before moving to crouch down in front of her, before proceeding to untie her skates and carefully removed them. I then tied the shoelaces together before draping the skates over my shoulder, so one was resting on my back and the other on the side of my body. After standing up, I looped my arms around Fayola's waist, our thinly clothed breasts gently squishing against each other, before carefully easing her off the bed so she could stand. I then moved to stand by her side, keeping one arm around her back, my hand resting on her hip, as I helped her walk slowly to her coach who was still out at the side of the ice rink; so we could inform him on what the medic had told us. Fayola's coach scoffed annoyingly before dismissing us with a wave of his hand saying, "Ice pack it. It's just a bad bruise. She doesn't need to go to the hospital." I scowled at the coach before turning on the spot, helping Fayola to turn carefully, before proceeding going over to my coach who insisted on driving us to the hospital right away. I left Fayola sitting with her pair of skates beside her on the bench, that I helped her lower down on to, before quickly walking to the Locker Room. I did this carefully though as I still had my skates on and no guards. Once I was in the Locker Room I quickly removed my skates, tied the laces up so I could drape them over my shoulder when needed, then quickly got my trainers out of my locker and slipped them on. Thankfully I did not need to waste any more time tying them up as they were easy to push my feet in to. I then put on my thin sports jacket and grabbed my drawstring bag, which contained a change of clothes, my mobile phone, house key and some loose cash. I put my bag on my shoulders as I picked my skates up before heading towards Fayola's locker. Yes, I know which is hers from secretly watching her sort her belongings out a few times. I then grabbed her own bag, jacket and trainers before lightly jogging back to where I left her at the side of the ice rink. Once there I draped the jacket over Fayola's shoulders so she could put it on properly if she wanted to, while I proceeded to put her feet in her trainers. My skates and her bag were already placed on the bench. "Alright I got everything. Let's go to the hospital." I instructed as my coach picked both pairs of our skates up and started walking ahead of us towards the exit of the building. I smiled gratefully at her as I helped Fayola to stand once again, I then collected both bags in my free hand before walking slowly and carefully, with my arm wrapped gently around her jacket covered waist now, which she had slipped her arms in to while I was putting her trainers on. "It's okay Fay, I've got you." I commented letting her know that I was not leaving her side until we were in my coach's car. As we made our way outside, I kept making sure our path was clear of obstacles and that no one walked into Fayola, I did not mind too much if they brushed against or in to my other arm.
After a couple of minutes, we carefully exited the building, as I stood on the side of the injury, protecting it with my body and mindful not to accidentally knock my own body against it. I allowed Fayola to go a couple steps ahead of me, still holding on to her before stepping through the door myself. I then looked ahead of us and noticed that my coach had brought the car around so we did not have much farther to walk. I was still pissed off about how Fayola's coach had treated her, but I am so grateful that my coach is such a kind woman. I put our belongings on the front passenger's seat as my coach helped Fayola carefully get in to the backseat. I went around to get in the other side myself, closing the door behind as I carefully helped from the other side. Naturally, Fayola let out a few groans of pain as we got her seated, which made me cringe a little but there was not much we could do about that. I then put my seatbelt on and clipped it in, before reaching my nearest arm across Fayola to hold on to the door handle, making a makeshift seatbelt at she was not able to wear the actual seatbelt without causing significant pain to her injury. "Ready Coach." I commented, letting her know she could start to drive towards the hospital. As I spoke the words and was looking forward out of the front car window, I felt something lightly rest on my outstretched arm. Curious, I turned my head and looked down slightly to see what it was. Fayola had placed both of her hands gently on top of my arm as if to say thank you for looking after me. I smiled softly as I continued to look at her hands for a few moments longer, before raising my head to look at Fayola who was looking out of the side window. I looked in her reflection and I could clearly see she was in pain still, no doubt, but I could also see how grateful she was for my coach and myself for helping her when we did not need to. Especially since I was meant to be doing my own performance on the ice right now, but I gave that up to make sure Fayola got the x-ray and any other treatment she may need.