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“No,” he groaned, dropping back to flop on the ground. He picked up one of his crutches and slammed it. “No, no, no.”
“Yes,” I said.
He glared at me. Was he wishing he had “other options” here beside him? I let out a long breath because my bitterness wasn’t helping, and I knew he was hurt, but all those words he’d been hurling at me had finally dug in and gotten to me. He smacked my shoulder hard when I put my arms under him.
“Brace for it,” I said, then lifted him up and held him close.
He sighed and rested his head on my shoulder, but his body was stiff in my arms.
Elissa followed after me with the crutches, then rushed around me to open the car door again. I leaned down and settled him inside, only to get the door closed in my face. I glanced up at Elissa as she put the crutches in the back seat.
“What happened at the game?” she asked quietly.
“He’s pissed off that he isn’t playing,” I said, because I thought that was really the gist of it, but it worried me that he was talking to McAvoy. I considered telling Elissa everything that had happened; a strange part of me ached to discuss this with her because she knew Wy best. She would be able to tell me if he was serious about leaving.
My chest tightened.
Wy slapped the window, and when I tapped on it, he didn’t put it down. He was furious and hating me, and I knew what that felt like. It hurt.
“Do you want to come with us?” Elissa asked. She tilted her head as she stared at me, almost as if she was trying to figure out what was going on without input from either me or Wy.
I glanced at him through the window, and he stared straight ahead with his arms crossed. “Should I?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Parents don’t always have the right answers.” She gave me a thin smile. “Maybe?”
Taking my life into my hands, I opened the rear door, shoved over the crutches, and got inside. Groaning, I spotted the open trunk, so I hopped out to take care of the bags I’d dropped, then sank into the back seat once more.
“Fuck,” Wy whispered, but he didn’t sound mad, so much as simply upset and in pain. “Please go in the goddamned house.”
“Why? Because we’re not on the same team anymore?” I asked, feeling a little spiteful.
He turned just enough to look at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m still on your team,” I snapped.
He twisted around fast.
Elissa opened the driver-side door and gave me a silly smile. “I need the keys.”
“Oh, shit. Right,” I said.
She laughed as I handed her the keys.
The ride to the hospital seemed to take no time at all, and I stayed quiet for all of it while Elissa talked softly in Wy’s direction, getting nothing but grunts back. When she pulled the car to a stop in front of the ER, I slapped the back of his seat.
“I’ll grab a wheelchair,” I said, then hopped out, not bothering to stick around and see if he had something shitty to say about it. I hurried inside and came back with the wheelchair, and he gave me a relieved look when I helped him swivel around from the car to the seat.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He shrugged and his face crumpled. “No.”
I was still pissed off from earlier, but I didn’t think too much, just wrapped my arms around him. “It’ll be okay.”
He nodded, and after about a minute went by, Elissa cleared her throat and I straightened. She wheeled him inside, and I stood there, staring after them. I closed the door and rushed around to park the car, but as I drove to the nearby parking garage and found a spot, my gut dropped.
If I hadn’t been with him tonight, would any of this have happened? If he’d just been going home with his mom, he wouldn’t have still been angry, would he? I sat for a long time in the dark car, picking apart what had happened, and guilt began to gnaw at me.
Was this all my fault? I had missed that stupid game.
