“He unstrapped it to tighten it, but then he tripped on his stick, his helmet knocked off,and he tripped on his helmet, slamming his head against the board.” Evan answers for him.
Nodding, she grabs another cloth and presses it down onto his head. “Can you hold this and keep pressure on it?” She asks him.
Nodding, he fumbles, trying to hold it. Cursing, Evan stands and pushes his hand away, and then gently presses the cloth against his head, careful not to hurt his brother more than he already is.
“Okay, how many fingers am I holding up?” Abigail asks, holding three fingers in front of his eyes.
“Is this a trick question?” Swaying, he slams his palms onto the bench to keep upright. “Because you’re holding up about twelve.”
“Right, okay…” grabbing a bandage from her bag, she unravels it slightly before gesturing Evan to help her while she wraps it around Felix’s head.
“There’s so much blood.” Evan’s voice is shaky as he stares at his brother's head.
Standing, Abigail removes the blue gloves from her hand and turns toward Coach. “I’d feel more comfortable if he went to the hospital and got it checked out,” she admits. “Head injuries always seem worse than they are, but with him being concussed too, having the doctors monitor him will keep everyone’s mind at ease.”
“Greyson and I will take him,” Chase announces, sitting on the bench beside Felix. “Fox, go get our shoes from the locker room.”
Sitting down beside Chase, I untie my skates and begin stripping off my gear. Hunter returns not even a minute later, severely out of breath, with all the shoes. He bends down, unties Felix’s skates, and then places his shoes on him.
“Thank you, Abigail.” Coach smiles at her as she texts on her phone.
“Just doing my job,” smiling, she tucks her phone in her pocket. “I’ve texted a friend of mine who’s a doctor at the hospital, he said he’ll be waiting for you to arrive.”
“You’re really an angel sent from above, Abigail.” Coach places a hand on her shoulder and squeezes.
Standing, Chase and I pull Felix up and place his arms across our shoulders. Making sure he’s secure, and not going to trip over, we begin walking toward the door.
“Kingston,” Coach shouts as we push the double doors open. “Keep me updated, okay?”
With a grunt, Chase nods his head as we navigate our way out of the doors, down the corridor and out into the parking lot toward his truck.
“Wait, I’m coming!” Evan shouts, chasing us in his sock clad feet.
“Evan,” Chase turns to look at him after strapping Felix into the backseat. “Best thing for you to do is go back inside, change, phone your parents—if Coach hasn’t already, and then meet us at the hospital, okay?”
“But I want to come now.” You can hear the worry in his voice.
“He’s in safe hands with us, I promise,” Chase assures him. “But we need to go,now. Change, phone your parents, and meet us at the hospital, okay?”
“Fine,” Evan lets out a shaky breath. “Take care of him, okay? He’s all I’ve got.”
“We’ll keep you updated until you get to the hospital.” I assure him, patting his shoulder.
Nodding, he rakes a hand through his hair and runs back toward the arena. Sighing, I jump into the backseat, and deciding it’s best if I sit beside Felix, I scoot over to the middle and strap myself in, just as he leans his whole body weight against me.
Chapter 25
Greyson
The doors to the waiting room slam against the wall as Evan comes rushing in, out of breath, and still in his hockey gear, minus the skates. He spots chase and I sitting in the corner and makes a beeline straight for us.
“How is he? Can I see him? What did they say? Is he going to die?” The questions pour out of his mouth in one long breath.
“Chill,” Chase chuckles, standing up. “They said he was stable, I’ve been checking for updates every five minutes.”
We’ve been here for almost an hour, and Felix was immediately taken into a room when we arrived for them to do further tests on him. And no matter the amount of times Chase went up to the desk and asked how he was doing, the answer was always the same—he’s stable.
“Fuck,” he hisses, crouching down to the ground and holding his head. “He’s okay?” He looks up at us with hopefulness in his eyes.
