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Chapter 5: Things just keep getting better
The morning came, as did the afternoon. Psymon woke up and rubbed his eyes. His clock radio was blaring loudly, as was his usual wake up call. He looked at the time to see that his radio had been screaming at him for four hours.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." he grumbled as he realized he'd slept through his alarm, very unlike him. This left him only one hour to get to his race on peak two. He sat up and immediately felt dizzy. The vertigo forced him to teeter back onto his back in his bed. "Oh damn." He was a little concerned. He forced himself up and to his feet. The dizziness was unbearable, and he fell forward onto his hands and knees. He clutched his head, it screamed in agony. He opened his eyes to see multiple images on the room spinning. "Not good." he whispered to himself. He crawled to his nightstand and fumbled for the phone, but he couldn't grip the receiver. He grasped for his M-Comm and eventually got a weak grip on it. He pushed the emergency button on it and fell limp to the floor. The emergency button was to be used if a boarder ever got hurt on a peak and was unable to make it back to camp, but this was as good an emergency as any. The M-Comm would give out a signal to all the other M-Comms and the emergency team's console at their station, telling exactly where he was. The M-Comm beeped as the red light blinked on and off next to Psymon's body.

He woke up staring at the ceiling of a hospital room."Geez, this is a sight I see way too much." The doctor stood from his chair.
"Mr. Morgan, we really have to stop meeting like this." Psymon sighed and touched his head.
"So what's the story, doc?"
"Just want to get right down to business? Alright then, you have a bad concussion."
"I know I do, I've had them before I know how they feel."
"Well, this one's a lot more serious than the others you had, you actually ran a risk of dying in your sleep. This is serious, Mr. Morgan, you're going to be on the shelf for at least four months."
"Hell with that." Psymon mumbled. "If I can't compete, Rahzell will can my ass."
"I'd rather have you out for a few months instead of dead." Psymon moved his eyes to see Rahzell sitting at the end of the room. Kaori was asleep on a chair next to him. "You scared the hell out of us, Psymon."
"Rahzell, I'm fine I can compete." The doctor rolled his eyes and left the room.
"Psymon, X-rays show you took a very hard blunt hit in the back of the head. You're in no shape to walk let alone board." Psymon sighed and weakly hit the railing on his bed. "Psymon, take the few months off. Four months isn't that long." Psymon went to argue. "Don't argue with me Psymon, you're in enough hot water as it is." Psymon fell back in his bed, then immediately realized how painful even hitting his pillow was, and grimaced while he touched his head.

Nate and Allegra said nothing as they walked through the Merqury City park, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.
"Four months." Allegra said quietly.
"He's tough, he'll be back on those slops in a month." Nate was frustrated, the SSX numbers were dropping like flies, much to the anger of Rahzell. They stopped at the fountain and stared into the water, Allegra went to Nate for a hug and they held each other quietly.
"'ow cute." A thick British accent interrupted the moment. The couple turned around to see Moby slowly walking towards them, a large group followed him. "So I 'ear ol' Psymon is on the shelf a bit is 'e?" Nate pulled Allegra behind him as Moby approached with a large entourage of XCL boarders.
"The hell do you want Moby?" Nate sneered, he wanted nothing more than to knock Moby's head off right then and there, but there was a lot of them and he couldn't endanger Allegra.
"Just wanted to talk, that's all. I 'ear there's a new skiing division of SSX, 'ow's that going for ya?" Nate said nothing. Jurgan stood behind Moby with a small guard over his nose. Jurgan's boys stood behind him, and a trio of other XCL boarders were with them, two girls named Sandra and Jess and a guy named Tom. Allegra felt nervous as the group slowly circled around them, she looked frantically but the park seemed empty this time of night. Nate kept her behind him, ready for the very real chance that he would get his ass kicked this night. Allegra put her hands over Nate's ears from behind and blew as hard as she could into a whistle she kept in her purse. Seconds later a pair of officers came running from the streets. Moby's boarders went to run. "Be cool be cool you 'aven't DONE anythin'!" Moby shouted firmly at his crew, making them stop and try to be calm. The police slowed to a jog as they approached the mob.
"What's going on here?" one officer said sternly, Moby raised his hands.
"Officer we were just going out for a stroll and this tart went and blew 'er whistle." The officer nodded.
"Right, a stroll. And I'm going to guess you were just walking laps around these two right?" Moby raised an eyebrow.
"So a black man can't be out with 'is friends without intending to 'urt someone?" The officer shook his head and scowled.
"Just get out of here, the lot of you." Moby nodded while sticking out his chin and waved for his crew to follow him. As they walked into the night, the officers turned back to Nate and Allegra. "Mr. Logan, we just keep running into each other." Nate sighed. Allegra stepped forward.
"They were going to hurt us, can you drive us back to Big Mountain please?" The officer raised an eyebrow.
"You snowboarders, you think the world is your personal chauffeur and service." Allegra got in the officer's face.
"Yeah, 'to serve and protect', my ass!" The officer sighed.
"Alright alright." He lifted his radio. "Officer fourteen at city park, we require one squad car." A voice squawked back from the other end.
"Do you need support?"
"Nope, but make sure the officer's wearing a nice chauffeur's hat. We need a pair of superstars driven back to their homes." Nate rolled his eyes but knew it would be best he just kept his mouth shut.

The car pulled out of their driveway as the couple walked up the stairs to their cabin."Well, at least this time I wasn't in handcuffs." Nate joked, Allegra raised a curious eyebrow.
"They haven't driven far, I could run back and ask them." Nate stopped and gave her a burning glare, she laughed it off. He held open the door for her, and as she walked by he grabbed the waistline at the back of her jeans and pulled her right off the ground with one hand. He held her up for a few seconds and bounced her, then let her down. "… I hate you." She said with an exasperated laugh as she walked bow-legged to her room, not being too shy to try and remove her wedgie while he was still there. Nate walked to their answering machine and pushed the 'new' button.
"Message one: Good luck in your race tomorrow, big man.
End of messages." Nate's eyes narrowed from Moby's voice. Allegra came back into the room in a cashmere bathrobe. She hugged him from behind and ran her hands along his chest.
"Can't get me now, I'm not wearing anything." Nate nodded quietly, usually he was more interested in a comment like that. "What's wrong?" Nate reached out and pushed the button.
"Message one: Good luck in your race tomorrow, big man.
End of messages." Allegra stared down at the answering machine blankly.
"Moby's going to do something tomorrow during your race." Nate nodded.
"Yup."

oooh, the suspense! The drama! The extremely cheesy cliche of ending a chapter on a plot device, riviting! There will be more! Read on.