Christa was the type of person that threw herself, body and soul, into her work. Whether it was school, being with her cousin Melinda, work or being a senshi, nothing was ever left half-finished unless something prevented completion. Something that couldn't be avoided. Something like the cosmos telling you that it was time to take a break.

Road rash would do that.

Her story to her father and brother was that she had tried out for a summer track event, clipped a hurdle and ate the pavement. She came home promptly afterwards (which was in the evening, after explaining that she had been warming up and participating in other things all day) and was told to go to the hospital for treatment. The pavement had not been kind of her - her right leg, side and shoulder were chewed up and spit out. Christa did her best to hide how much pain she was in, and put even more effort into keeping her story straight. It wouldn't do to explain that she was chasing a Negaverse officer across the offramp of a highway, was hit by an energy blast and slid across the blacktop. With an injury like that, she couldn't continue her duties. And it sucked.

Her father, Benjamin, had strapped her into the family car and driven her to the nearest medical facility, where they were shown in. She was currently laying on a bed in one of the waiting rooms, trying her best not to grimace like a beast. The teen squirmed a bit to try and keep her mind off the pain. Her father sighed. "Honey, why are you so... I don't know... reckless? It worries me. You're never home." His voice trailed off in frustration. Getting a straight answer was easy - believing it was not.

"Dad, I told you... it helps me keep my mind off of things if I'm active. I just thought maybe track was the right fit for me. Apparently not."