Fuck this.
Chance knows I’m coming for him. He even doesn’t try to defend himself. I launch myself at him, and slam my fists into his face over and over again.
Someone tries to pull me back, and I can hear voices shouting at me, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.
All I can see is Alexander’s lifeless body on the ice.
Finally, Chance pushes me off of him, and throws a punch at my jaw. “It was an accident, Stephen.”
“The fuck it was!” I swing again but the referee gets to me before my fist can connect.
“Let’s go. Into the box.”
On my way into the penalty box, I steal a glance at Ivanov. Wearing a devilish grin, he shoots me a wink.
And I fucking snap.
I throw punches as fast as my arms will allow me to, making sure I get in as many hits as I can before the ref stops me.
“Enough!” he yells in my ear. “You’re out of the game. Go cool off.”
I shove past Ivanov, and leave my team on the ice, down a captain and now down a winger.
But I can’t seem to care.
I need to get to the hospital.
Internal bleeding.Head trauma. Brain surgery. Coma.
I couldn’t understand half of the shit the doctor said, but I did make out those terms. My best friend is in a coma, all thanks to my boyfriend and his teammate.
“We’re heading home.” Jason pats me on the back. “You coming?”
I shake my head, staring at the tile floor. “I’m going to stay with Aarya. See if they’ll let me back to see him after her.”
Celeste squeezes my hand. “Let us know if anything changes. We’ll be back in the morning.”
After the team clears out of the waiting room, I take out my phone and click on Presley’s name.
She answers after the first ring. “Hi. How is he?”
“He’s breathing on his own, but he’s still in a coma.”
“Fuck.” She pauses. “Dominique said she can stay with the kids. I’m coming to see you.”
“No, don’t do that.”
“Why not? I don’t want you sitting there by yourself.”
“The team is still here,” I lie. “Stay home. I’ll update you if I hear anything new.”
“I’m so sorry, Stephen.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Chance is sorry too.”
Anger spikes in my veins. “Is he there with you?”
“No, but I spoke to him. He’s really upset. He didn’t mean to?—”
“Didn’t mean to? Are you fucking kidding me? Of course he meant to. He and that piece of shit Ivanov wanted to hurt Alex. They always play dirty, and this time they took it too far.”
