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And, yes, I deserve to get my ass handed to me.
In a second I’m pounced on by the other team.
I’ve got three guys taking me down, punching at me.
I end up on the ice and the next thing I feel is a warm, gooey pain just above my right eye.
I see blood dripping down to the ice.
Oh. Fuck.
The bodies are cleared off me and I push myself up.
The second the refs see the blood, they start whistling like crazy for help.
I turn and the look on Mac’s face tells me I might be a little bit messed up.
“Is it bad?” I call out.
“Dude, get off the fucking ice!” Villi roars at me.
Next thing I know Coach Damon and one of the trainers are grabbing for me.
The trainer slams a towel to my face.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Coach Damon asks.
“Trying to get the fucking game won,” I growl back at him.
“Get out of here, Jax,” he says. “Go get patched up, then shower and change. You’re done for this game.”
I can say some things but I hold it all in.
I’m escorted to the locker room and the trainer looks at my face.
“Stitches,” he says.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. That cut is deep and nasty. We’ve got to get moving right now. Hold the towel against your face. Follow me.”
I’m escorted into the medical room and I sit down in a chair.
I stare forward and ignore the pain.
The needle poking me, injecting numbing stuff.
Then the pressure and the tug of the needle and the string going in and out of my skin.
I’m not sure I’m blinking enough as I sit here.
“You doing okay, Jax?”
“Fine,” I say to the trainer.
In a matter of minutes I’m all stitched up and good to go.
I get the lecture about taking care of the stitches.
