Wrist Brace For Tumbling Novels & Stories

She handed me a sturdy leather brace. I gathered the supplies in my lap as she secured the brace around my wrist. "If you stick to this routine and keep it immobilized—no shifting—you should be fine in about a week," she said. "Come back if it still hurts after seven days, alright?" Vanda helped me stand even though my legs were fine. "She will," he assured Rose. The sky had darkened by the time we left. Vanda held the door open for me, steadied me as I descended the front steps of the wise woman’s home, and carried my bag and the extra supplies.

I felt Bryce tap my arm and glanced at him holding out a black bracelet. "Try wearing this when you do that transportation trick. It might help you not to get sick. Put the hard circle part against your inner wrist. It is acupressure for motion sickness," He grinned. Raising my brow I slipped the item over my hand and placed the small round button against the wrist tendons.

I allow her feet to drop to the floor as I step closer to the rack. I have her facing me as I hold her against my body. I then grab first one wrist, lifting it up and connecting it to the rack cuff. I then do the same with the other wrist. I grab it, lift it, and then connect it to the rack's cuff. I then slowly allow her body to sag, letting her wrists hold her weight.

It bounced awkwardly, but my stick caught it with a cushioned perfection that felt entirely involuntary, like my muscles had their own superior intelligence. I had to move. The opposing team’s top defenseman, a massive guy named Vasko, was coming at me, aiming to pin me hard against the boards. No. Not confinement. Not again. The heat in my core surged. It was the same electric jolt that had sent Finn flying in practice, only magnified by the pressure of the game. I felt the familiar, terrifying tightness in my injured wrist, but the brace held, not because of its design, but because the bone beneath it was healing, stabilizing, and hardening at an unnatural rate.

If the pain flared up halfway up the ramp, or if the chair faltered, I could end up slipping back down—a brutal fall that I didn’t want to risk. My hand gripped the joystick tightly as I maneuvered onto the ramp that wound upward, a narrow, unforgiving pathway that barely accommodated my wheelchair. I moved as quickly as I could, but the ache in my arms grew worse with every turn. A sharp stab of pain shot through my wrist just as I was about to press the joystick forward again. It jolted me, and I reflexively pulled back, my hand clenching as I tried to steady myself.

"Stand. Up." I forced myself up using my other hand, using the wall. My knees throbbed with every movement. My wrist ached. My back hurt. My whole body was trembling. "Plank position. Hold for two minutes." I got into plank position, trying to keep weight off my bad wrist. My whole body started shaking the moment I held myself up. I counted in my head, trying to focus, but by the time I hit ten seconds I was barely holding on. At twenty seconds my arms felt like they were about to give out completely. I made it to thirty seconds before everything collapsed at once.

“Not as important as I thought.” Jace glanced down at me and I shrugged. I did love the bracepass, I was excited about it, but I didn’t expect Jace to wear it. I didn’t want him to either. One look at it and I would be reminded of Taser. “You know what?” Jace called back. “You’re right. It was made for you. That’s why it fit me like a toddler’s band. If I wore it everyday I would cut off circulation to my wrist. I figured you don’t have that problem. You know what they say about guys with tiny hands, or was it small feet?”

Nothing is heavy enough to drop it so I am going to have to jump up and use all my weight to snap the bars as I fall to the ground. I didn’t even want to think about it as I just needed to do it. Thinking will only make the pain worse so I am just going to do it and do it fast. Twisting the belt around my wrist, I stood up on the cot, took a deep breath and jumped up and used every ounce of energy and muscle I had left and pulled downward as my body fell back down. My arms snapped up as the belt went to maximum length, successfully snapping the bar off and snapping my wrist in the process. The bar came tumbling down as my wrist followed. I couldn’t help but cry out a little as I let go of t

He says causing me to look at Daniel. “That works” I smile. He checks my ankle and wrist briefly before going to get the x-rays. “Everything’s going good so far” I smile up at Daniel. “Yeah, it is baby” He smiles, placing a gentle kiss on my lips before the doctor comes in. “Alright, the wrist is almost completely healed. You will just need to wear this brace. As for the ankle, it seems to have not gotten much better. So, I’m thinking maybe the boot for another month. But if you come back in two weeks we can check on it again and I’ll tell you what we are doing for the rest of the time” He says handing me the brace.

I can’t afford to lose myself in wishful thinking, not when I’ve worked so hard to piece myself back together. With my knee sleeves on, I secure my wrist wraps and belt, the familiar ritual grounding me in the present. I approach the bar, loaded with three 25 kilo plates and a collar on each side. It’s always a little nerve-wracking, but it isn’t weight I haven't touched more than a handful of times before. Amelia and Anna, ever the supportive friends, move to my sides, ready to spot me. Their presence is a familiar comfort, a silent reassurance that if I fail, they’re there to help.