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Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my rage.
This isn’t the time to make matters worse, especially when this is the first game I played with the Bears. So, I step back and start stripping out of my gear.
Reece scoffs but says nothing.
My teammates start talking among themselves, but the mood doesn’t fully recover. They keep throwing curious, furtive glances at me, probably wondering about my relationship with the goalie from the opponent team.
Taking my jersey off, I shove it into my bag and ignore everyone.
Despite the confrontation with Reece, I still can’t stop thinking about Logan.
Ineedto see him and make sure he’s okay.
Without bothering to shower, I just throw on a hoodie and grab my phone. While everyone’s busy changing out of clothes or patching up minor injuries, I slip out of the room.
Knightswood University’s infirmary is located across the arena, tucked behind the athletic center. I walk fast, barely feeling the night air seeping through my hoodie.
A couple of fans are still hanging around the grounds, so I tuck my hood lower. Thankfully, no one’s around the infirmary building, allowing me to slip in without any problem.
Should I be here?A voice whispers in my head as I walk toward the reception desk.
“Hello, can I help you?” A middle-aged woman asks, looking up at me.
“Yeah. Can you tell me where Logan Johnson is being kept?”
“Did Coach Sullivan send you?”
“Yeah,” I lie easily.
“Great. Mr. Johnson is recuperating in room 205. Just take the elevators and go to the second floor.”
Nodding, I mutter a quick thanks to her and walk past the reception area.
My fingers twitch at my sides as I reach the second floor. Now that I’m here, I have no idea what to do.
Can I bear to see Logan broken and bleeding again? Can I bear to look into his eyes and see the hatred he feels for me?
I’m not supposed to be in Knightswood. I sure as hell am not supposed to be going near Logan.
But Ihaveto see him. Even if Logan hates my guts, I have to make sure the injury won’t keep him from playing for the rest of the season.
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Logan
The infirmary ceiling is a sickly beige color.
I stare at it, trying to even my breathing. Pain throbs relentlessly down my left leg, never allowing me to forget my rage.
Even though I’ve been stuck in this room, I know the Thunder Knights lost the game tonight. Fans all over social media are lamenting my untimely exit, marking it as the sole reason the Silver Bears could win after the tough fight we gave them.
I can only imagine what the rest of my teammates are feeling.
They played extremely well tonight and followed every strategy Coach Sullivan designed for us. They even trained and practiced tirelessly over the past weeks.
I wasn’t the only guy who got knocked on his ass during the game. Bastian took far more hits than me but he kept getting back up.
I glare at my throbbing knee, cursing it.
