Chapter 8 WESTON

There was blood on the ice, and I could feel my heartbeat in my skull.

“Mr. Pierce,” the medic waved her hand in my face, “Are you feeling dizzy or nauseous, disoriented??”

“No.” I blinked, shaking my head.

The entire rink was deathly quiet, I could see the team huddled at a corner, all of them star...