The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 174

The sterile, fluorescent–lit waiting room was suffocating, and the atmosphere was thick with tension. I couldn’t sit still; my foot tapped a restless rhythm on the worn linoleum floor. Timothy was still beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could practically hear his molars grinding together.

Olive clung to my leg, her little fingers digging into the fabric of my jeans. She was too young to understand the gravity of the situation, but she could sense the unease that permeated the room. I tried to keep her distracted with a small coloring book I’d found in the corner of the room, but her eyes kept drifting to the swinging double doors that led to the trauma bay.

Every time those doors swung open, our hearts leaped into our throats, hoping for news, dreading what we might hear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the nurse emerged from behind those doors. Her face was grim, and she looked worn out, like she’d been through a battle of her own. Olive immediately perked up, her wide eyes fixed on the nurse as if she held the answers to all her questions.

I knelt down to Olive’s level, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you color a bit more, sweetie? We need to talk to the nurse for a

moment.”

Olive nodded and went back to her coloring, her little face scrunched up in concentration.

I turned my attention to the nurse, who had approached Timothy and me. “Please, tell us how she’s doing,” I implored, my voice trembling with fear. and anger.

The nurse sighed, her eyes filled with empathy. “We’ve stabilized Scarlett,” she began, and I felt a surge of relief wash over me. The bullets didn’t cause

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as much damage as we initially feared.”

Timothy’s hand found mine, and we held on to each other as if our lives depended on it. In a way, they did.

“But,” the nurse continued, and my heart sank, “we’ll need to transfer her to the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) for further care and observation.”

“How long will she be in the ICU?” I asked, my voice quivering.

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The nurse hesitated for a moment before responding, “It’s hard to say for sure, but it may take a week or more before she’s ready to be discharged. We want to make sure she’s stable and on the road to recovery before we release her.”

A week or more. The words echoed in my mind, and I felt a heavy weight settle in my chest. A week of waiting, of not knowing, of fearing the worst. It was going to be excruciating.

Timothy’s grip on my hand tighterfed, and I could feel his frustration and helplessness emanating from him. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Olive, who had abandoned her coloring and was tugging at my sleeve.

Mommy going to be okay?” she asked, her innocent eyes

to smile through my own fear. “We’re going to do everything we can to make sure she gets better,

I couldn’t help but admire her resilience. She was only six years old, but she was already enduring more than any

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nurse, sensing the tension in the room, stepped closer to

hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing.

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of words- “ex–fiance“. The wounds from his broken engagement

“I’ll make you an immediate contact so you can stay updated on Scarlett’s condition. Please fill

filling out the paperwork, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anger that had been building inside me ever since Scarlett had been. wheeled into that trauma bay, Anger at the shooter, at the senselessness of it all, and at

channel my anger into something productive. Olive looked up at me, her innocent eyes filled

under my breath,

respond. He was lost in his own

as Timothy handed the completed paperwork back to the nurse and then joined me by the window. Olive had gone back to her coloring, her tiny fingers clutching crayons as if they were

only

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to slow to a crawl, the minutes stretching into hours. I watched the clock on the

should get Olive

of panic wash over me. I hadn’t even considered what to do next, and the reality of the situation was starting to suffocate me. Scarlett was in the ICU, fighting for her life,

tears, struggling to hold myself together, but the dam of emotions was about to break. “I don’t know what to do, Timothy,” I admitted, my voice cracking

arms enveloping me in a comforting hug. “Evie, it’s going to be okay, he whispered,

shoulder. The weight of the

still echoing in my mind, I nodded and gently disengaged from his embrace, “You’re right. I’ll take her back to my apartment

hand. “I’ll stay here

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wide, curious eyes as we approached her. Her

down to her level. “We’re going to take you home for a bit,

some rest.