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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walked over and took a seat by the fish tank. Nausea was kicking in, but I couldn’t decipher if it was from the hunger or from all

anxiety and uncertainty. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and my mind

All those moments we shared together, from the laughter to the tender touches, came flooding back to me

far, only for it to end like this? Even if Bruce turned out to be right at Timothy’s habits, I

to catch a glimpse of a doctor or nurse with news of Timothy. After a few minutes, I

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 of notifications that awaited me, mostly from Aria

sent, Where the

Answer me!

Please me okay!!!

can, please pick up! Aria’s stalking you! Are you

feeling of isolation intensified, and I longed to talk to either them. With a heavy sigh, I clicked on Aria’s picture and dialed

almost a screech. “Evie,

trembling. “I’ve been at the hospital with. Timothy. He got hurt, and I just… I couldn’t think

softened. “Oh, Evie, I’m sorry. Is Timothy

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a sniffle. “The doctors are examining him now. It’s been so long, and I’m

stay strong, Evie,” Aria encouraged. “Timothy is a tough guy, and he’ll make

voice cracked, unable to finish

like that,” Aria said firmly. “Focus on the positive.

he has you by his side. That’s

right. I’ll stay positive.” “Good,” Aria

away,” I said, although I honestly didn’t know. The area was unfamiliar to me. “But you

Aria sighed. “You’re sure?”

assured her, wiping the tears from my

still agonizing. I tried to distract myself

bold letters. Below

his eyes twinkling at the

how he’d looked getting rolled in the

I brought the page closer to my face and nearly shouted upon figuring out that the blurred woman was actually me! They had gotten an

looking far more composed. There was a red circle over my hand where it connected to Timothy’s elbow, and

on the issue. Fans were chipping in with their opinions, particularly about