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“So, we’re facing each other, yes.”

“Let him back on the ice for that game.”

“You want him to slip up? I don’t see that happening when he has weeks to rest and prepare.”

“He won’t be resting. He’ll be preparing.”

“Oh. Father Winchester will drill him to perfect himself for the game.”

“Or he’s fucked.”

“Pressure from your father can lead to easy mistakes.”

“Then we’ll see if he’ll take the bait.”

“I like that.”

“Me, too.”

“You… guys are so… loud.”

The low muttering makes me feel odd.

Pleasantly happy.

“Maddox?”

“Is he awake?”

“Looks like he’s sleep-talking again.”

“That’s a good sign. That means he’ll wake soon. I hope Mikayla wakes up as well.”

“Give them a few more hours. Why don’t we get the nurse to do some vitals to make sure they’re okay?”

“Okay. Westley?”

“Yes, Isaac?”

“Whatever happens from this point onward. Whether we win or lose, you’ll stick by me, yes?”

“That shouldn’t be a question, idiot. Of course. Did you just forget I said I loved you? If I need to get a damn band to prove it, give me a heads up so I can start saving now.”

“Y-You… fuck. Why the hell are you so bold?”

“Cyruses don’t like dancing around the bush, Isaac. Now you stay here, and I’ll get the nurse. I’ll also call Bridgett and let her know if Mikayla and Maddox get discharged, we’ll try for Sunday. Fair?”

“Fair.”

“Be right back.”

The sound of the door closing makes me realize the conversation is over, but the idea of waking up doesn’t appease me.

Sleep sounds better.

Something soft touches my forehead, and it seems to encourage the arms of darkness that begin to pull me away.

“Whatever happens from here on out will open a can of worms. Please, Jessica. Keep empowering our daughter, will you? Let her fight for her happiness… and not be a coward like I was.”

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