I glanced back up at the game, I could see Jasper, my brother, and Drew standing around, as the team doctors were working, getting the stretcher ready to take someone off the ice.
This didn’t look good.
Nervous energy started swirling around like a whirlwind inside me, and it had nothing to do with the knowledge that I held, certain that what was playing out on the screen would lead to surgery.
Or maybe it did. But just not in the way I normally felt it.
“What’s going on?”
Ignored. Again.
I walked over to the screen, blocking their view.
“GUYS! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
Jameson peered around me. “Mol, move out of the way! There was a big fight, and Cleverly got slammed into the boards by Devon Walls. They’re checking him out, but it’s not good.”
I turned in time to watch a slow-mo of the body check play out.
I tugged on my necklace, running the charm along the chain as I watched, my blood running cold.
Hunter leaned back on the couch with a grimace, his arms going behind him. “Fuck. Yeah he’s definitely out for a while.”
I pointed to the screen. “Felix? That’s Felix? Felix is down?”
It was possible I’d reached the pitch of a wailing banshee, but they only looked at me as they would a fly buzzing around their head.
“Awww. Look at you trying to be on first name terms.”
I rolled my eyes. “Is that Felix?”
But I could see for myself it was. I raced over to the phone which hung on the wall and dialed the Emergency Room. This was the preferred hospital for all of New York’s sports teams due to its award-winning sports surgery program, and I knew they’d be bringing him here.
“Emergency,” someone answered.
“Hi, it’s Doctor Molly Marks from the surgical floor. Can you page me as soon as Felix Cleverly is brought in?”
“Yeah, sure. What’s the issue?”
I turned back to the idiots in front of the television.
“Hunter, you said you thought he’d broken something, right?” I called over. No response. “Hunter?”
He sighed but didn’t look my way. “Yeah, I reckon.”
“Possible break of something.” I confirmed with the guy on the other end of the line.
“Yes, sure, Doctor Marks. We’ll get a bed set up.”
I hung up and dialed the nurses’ station.
“Hi, it’s Doctor Marks. Can you book OR Two for me please? I’ll need it in an hour or so.”
“Yes, certainly, Doctor Marks. Who’s the patient?”
“Felix Cleverly, from the New York Rangers. I don’t know the injury yet.”
“No problem.”
