Heavily Casted Cheerleader Cindy (Patreon)

This is the 2nd reward picture of this month. But, unlike the previous ones, I came up with a story and wanted to do a before/after style picture.So, the first part is Cheerleader Cindy, you guys might have already seen that. And this is the second part, aftermath of the accident at the stadium.Cheerleader Cindy Part 2Cindy lay in the center bed, wrapped up like a pink mummy doll. She sported a massive bright pink double hip spica casts, complete with thick stabilizer bars integrated between her ankles and knees, all elevated on a mountain of plush pillows. Her left arm was encased in a massive shoulder spica cast which was kept at shoulder level with the forearm projected forward and her wrist slanting upward, as if she were frozen mid-wave. Meanwhile, her right arm rested in a long-arm thumb spica cast suspended from her neck by a sling. Her big toes were still casted, both thumbs were locked tight, and a rigid plastic neck collar held her head motionless. To top it off, a heavy-duty jaw brace held her mouth clamped half-open where the soccer ball had busted her jaw.

Right beside her, Joy sat parked in a wheelchair, sporting matching blue double long-leg casts elevated high on leg rests. Her left arm was immobilized in a long-arm cast with her thumb, ring, and pinky locked, hung snugly in an arm sling. Her right arm carried a short-arm cast covering her index and middle fingers, while a soft neck collar hugged her chin.

The room was quiet except for the steady beep of the heart monitors. Joy stiffly turned her neck the single inch she was able to, using every bit of remaining energy to glare at her best friend.

Cindy tried to offer her signature cheerful smile, but through her locked jaw brace, all she could manage was a muffled, ventriloquist-style gargle.

"Woorth... iiit..." Cindy rasped, her voice buzzing through her teeth.

Joy stared at her, her eyes widening behind her crooked glasses. "Worth it? Cindy, look at us! I went from being your safety spotter to being a co-patient in the orthopedic ward! I have five broken fingers and two completely useless blue legs!"

"buth... the dhance... wash sho good..." Cindy lisped through her rigid brace, her purple eyes crinkling with unbothered mirth.

"You're so helpless, Cindy!" Joy grumbled, leaning her head back against the headrest with a soft groan.***************************Feel free to tell your opinion about this story.