“Are you going to go see Noah?” Jasper asks as we make our way out of the arena.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think they’ll let you see him?” Dax asks from next to me.
I shrug. “I don’t know. But hopefully I can.”
“If you can, tell him we’re all pulling for him, yeah?” Jasper tells me as he claps me on the back.
“Sure thing.” I nod at him before heading to Noah’s truck.
Considering that we rode here together, it’s the only means I have of getting home. I hated fishing through his locker to grab his keys.
But here we are.
The entire drive to the hospital, dread clings to me. I haven’t been able to turn off the moment Noah went down on the ice. It keeps replaying in my head.
The way he dropped.
The way he didn’t move.
The way he was carted off the ice.
I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
And for it to happen to Noah?
I have to pull the truck over to take a minute to breathe. To let the moment of wanting to get sick pass.
Fuck.
You can do this, Graham. Suck it up and go check on Noah. He would do the same for you if the roles were reversed and you were in the hospital.
Another deep breath.
Okay. I got this.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, my parents’ names light up the screen.
Mom
Tenley called. They’re on their way to Nashville, but put you on the approved visitors list for Noah. He’s in the ICU
Dad
Let us know how he’s doing.
Graham
Okay
ICU?God. That can’t be good.
Dad
How are you holding up?
Mom
