Page 173 of Treacherous
The poor guy is trying to help, but if there is one thing Willow hates, it is people assuming she can’t do something because she is bleeding.
I stay behind, helping Coach pack the equipment away. After I’m finished, I pull out my buzzing phone.
Hockey Heroes – Group Chat
Willow Rogers:
WHO ATE MY CHOCOLATE?
I’M NOT ABOVE BODILY HARM
I chuckle. Rookie error.
Aiden Carter:
Not me
Hayes Nelson:
Nope
Willow Rogers:
I WILL FIND OUT.
Once I get out of bed.
I sigh, pulling up my private message with Willow.
Me:
Do you need me to buy you chocolate?
Anything else?
Willow Rogers:
Tampons.
I guess I’m going shopping.
***
Iwalk directly to Willow’s bedroom when I arrive back at the Hockey House. My fingers clench the shopping bags tighter as I enter her room.
Willow is still in her bed, allowing me to observe her. She is tucked under the blanket, yet I can see her legs tucked into her chest.
I sigh, making my way to the bathroom. I unpack the tampons, placing them in the basket under the sink.
“Jayden, is that you?”
I trip over the discarded clothes and a random shoe on the floor. I need to be by her side, doing anything I can to remove the pain. I climb under the covers, Willow turning to me with pain written on her face, colour still not returning to it.
“Are you okay?”
She sniffles, a small sob leaving her lips. “It’s fucking excruciating. I hate that I couldn’t finish training. You’d think I’d be used to the pain by now, but–”
Instinctively, my hand reaches out to cup her cheek. I wipe a stray tear away, my chest tightening at the fact I can’t do anything to ease the pain. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about hockey. I know you have painful periods. Do you have a heating pack?”
