Page 78 of Enemy Games

“You have a concussion, and you'll be sore from bruising, but you have no internal injuries. No brakes, no sprains. You just took a really nasty hit that will likely give you a headache for a few days.”

I looked from him to Matthew and back to the doctor. “So what does that mean as far as recovery?”

“We're going to keep you here for observation tonight, but you'll be able to leave tomorrow.” That was so much better than I was expecting. “I'd like for you to rest for several days before playing again.”

“Does that mean that I can go?” I asked Matthew, unsure if the doctor was caught up on my current situation.

“I’m not positive. We'll have to reevaluate in two days.”

Relief washed over me, and I stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a no. There was still a chance.

Now I understood what the doctor meant about being lucky. I might have taken an awful hit, but all things considered, a concussion and a few days of rest weren't bad at all. Especially if it meant my dreams hadn't been destroyed.

The doctor left, and a nurse came by to set up an IV for fluids. I didn't want a needle in my arm, but I wasn't in a position to argue. I would play along with whatever they said. I would be the best patient ever if that meant I would be cleared to go to Alberta on time.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Coach Jarry and Hunter walked in.

Hunter rushed to my side, taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. “How are you? Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

I should have been embarrassed by the display of affection in front of my coach. But I couldn't find it in myself to care. Hunter was here. I was fine. And we were going to get through this.

Jarry stepped up to Matthew, and they had a quiet conversation.

“I'm okay,” I assured Hunter. “Just a concussion. A little beat up, but I'll be able to go home tomorrow.”

“And what did they say about traveling?” I was sure my own expression had mirrored his concern just a few minutes before.

“I hope I’ll be fine. Matthew wants to have me checked out in two days to make sure before giving me the all-clear.”

His shoulders dropped as he exhaled, then he leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I was so scared. I don't think I've ever been so terrified in my life.”

“I'm sorry.” I clung to his hand. I would never want to see him get hurt during a game, let alone taken away in an ambulance. I couldn’t imagine what went through his mind.

“I'm just so glad you're okay. I've been pacing the waiting room.”

We locked eyes, and I felt his concern and relief. As scary and uncertain as this situation was, he made me feel calm by just being here.

Bedrest was the worst.

My classmates were sending me lecture notes, and I had exemptions to any quizzes or tests given this week. As nice as it was not to have to worry about keeping up with my classes, I was so bored.

There was only so much binge-watching a person could do before they lost it. Well, at least a person like me, who was used to moving and being on the go at all times.

Lying in the theater room of the house and eating the snacks my teammates brought me made it a bit easier. Well, it made it harder to complain. At least I wasn’t in the hospital.

“You ready?” Karly approached me with her ever-present smile.

“Yes, please!” It was finally time for my appointment to get cleared for play, but more importantly, to make sure I could leave for the Olympics.

“Let’s go.” She volunteered to come with me and Matthew to the hospital, and even though I appreciated her support, there was someone else I wished was in her place.

Hunter was anxious to know the verdict and sent several texts wishing me luck and reminding me to tell him as soon as I knew. As if I would hold onto that information for a second longer than necessary.

We didn’t have to wait long. The exam and scans were done quickly, and the doctor told us what he recommended.

By the time we were walking out of the hospital, I sent a text to Hunter, my parents, and Chris, letting them know the results.

Two days later, I stepped out in a red, white, and blue jersey next to some of the most incredible women I’d ever met.