“Macie!” I screamed, but didn’t know if it was loud enough.
I was already starting to lose my hearing. The fringe of darkness hit the edges of my eyesight.
And then it all went black.
CHAPTER 31
Logan
Practice kicked my ass today. They tried me at every position from forward, to wing, to the hooker. I finished working as a back, which was my original spot, and where I make the most sense. Our first game was tomorrow, and they were working out a lot of kinks in the lineup to see what worked best.
I was smelly.
I was covered in dirt and sweat.
And I couldn’t wait to shower and eat.
But as I put the key in the front door, I heard something that made my heart stop.
“Ava! What happened? Ava, wake up!”
Macie was screaming Ava’s name repeatedly as I walked through the foyer from the kitchen. As I rounded the corner, the scene was horrific.
Ava was on the ground, her head in Macie’s lap.
There was blood everywhere, all over Ava’s body, all over Macie’s legs.
“What the fuck is going on?” I raced to them both, on the ground next to Ava in seconds. “Macie, what’s going on? Whereis she bleeding from?” From a quick inspection, it looked like from her arm.
Then I saw it.
It was her wrist.
“No!” I yelled. “No! No, no, no…” This couldn’t be happening. “Ava!”
The tears were instant and uncontrollable. As I wiped them away, I paced and thought about what to do. Ambulance or my truck? We didn’t have any time to waste, she was losing too much blood.
“Macie, we have to get her in my truck, now!”
I knew where the hospital was, I would get her there faster.
I scooped her up in my arms and started running for the front door.
“Macie, go get some towels and meet me out front. Hurry!”
She ran upstairs, frantic and crying. As I approached my truck, Ava started moaning.
“Ava, wake up honey,” I said as I opened the back door.
Macie came running as I laid her on the bench.
“What’s going on?” Ava asked.
Macie got in next to her, wrapping the towels around her hand and arm. Ava looked down and the realization of the situation hit her.
“Logan, not your truck!”
“Do you really think I give a fuck about my truck, Tink? We need to get you to the ER, now!” My words were harsh through my tears, but I couldn’t worry about that. We needed to move.
