The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 47

The nearest hospital was a few miles away, and the drive felt like an eternity. I kept glancing back at Timothy, worried about his condition. He had saved my life, and now he might pay for it.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital’s emergency room entrance and I shifted the car into park. I looked back at Timothy, who’s breaths had calmed to a gentle cadence.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him, jumping out of the car.

I rushed inside, shouting for help to anyone that would hear. I ran directly into one of the nurses and she gasped in horror when she drew away from my grip with blood.

I looked down at myself and nearly cried at the sight of Timothy’s blood smeared. all over my skin and clothes. The scent of iron was thick in the air.

“Miss?” The nurse beckoned, resting a hand on my arm. “What happened?”

“He…” I could barely get the words out through a sob. “Timothy…he was stabbed! He stabbed him!”

Another nurse rushed up, but this one kept her distance as she looked at me with at look of skepticism. “I don’t see any cuts on you…”

“His name is Timothy Hayes,” I continued, pointing to the doors. “He’s laying down in my car and he’s bleeding.”

For a moment, both of them blinked and exchanged glances. This made my blood boil and I slammed my hand against the near wall.

“For god sakes, DO something!” I screamed.

“All right!” The one nurse held onto me, keeping me steady. “Just point us to where

he is.”

The nurses followed me out to the car where Timothy was still laying down. One had brought out a wheelchair for him to sit in, which made it easier to roll him inside. He didn’t respond to most of the movement, his body pale and limp as they brought him to the back for treatment.

I was left in the hospital lobby, soaked in blood and rain. Some eyes lingered on

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a seat by the fish tank. Nausea was kicking in, but I couldn’t decipher

for anxiety and uncertainty. Every passing minute felt like an

anything other than the worst–case scenarios. All those moments we shared together, from the laughter to the tender touches,

this? Even if Bruce turned out to

at the entrance of the emergency room, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of a doctor or nurse with news of Timothy. After a few minutes,

any kind.

that Bruce forgot to swipe it off me, like the genius he was. Fortunately, the screen flickered on and I caught the mass

sent, Where the fare

Answer me!

Please me okay!!!

you can, please pick up!

feeling of isolation intensified, and I longed to talk to either them. With

voice almost a screech. “Evie, where the

trembling. “I’ve been at the hospital with. Timothy. He got hurt, and I just… I

“Oh, Evie, I’m sorry.

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examining him now. It’s been so long, and I’m scared, Aria. I’m really

tough guy, and he’ll make it through. You

my voice cracked, unable to finish the

think like that,” Aria said firmly. “Focus

and he has you by his side. That’s

“Good,” Aria said. “Do you need me to come up there? Which ER is

didn’t know. The area was unfamiliar to me. “But you don’t have to come all the way

Aria sighed. “You’re sure?”

positive,” I assured her, wiping the

tried to distract myself by flipping through magazines in the lobby. Only a few pages in, I noticed

in bold letters. Below it was a

skin glowing and his eyes twinkling at

he’d looked getting

beside his face was another photo, this time of a woman dark hair and round. eyes looked familiar to my own. I brought the page closer to my face and nearly shouted

far more composed. There was a red circle over my hand where it connected to Timothy’s elbow, and the words “Is this business professional” were type out below

I flipped to the next message, only to discover more news on the issue. Fans