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“We are so sorry to announce that tonight’s game will be canceled. At this moment, we are unable to give you a reas—” Miles switches the channel, turning on the News, but there’s nothing yet.
Canceled.
They canceled the game.
Those bastards know something’s wrong, so why the fuck aren’t they saying anything?
The whole room is quiet. Nobody has said anything because all of us know this isn’t good, all of us know that whoever of us is going to be contacted first, the news won’t be good at all.
“Daddy?” I hear Brooke say in a soft tone, her voice choked with tears. “Are they okay?”
I don’t know what Miles answers or if he answers at all, because I tune out everyone around me.
Please don’t let him be dead.
Please don’t let him be dead.
Please don’t let him be dead.
Our lives were just about to begin. I just moved in with him. We had no time together at all, this can’t be happening.
One phone rings, and I am so stuck in my head that I don’t even realize it until someone shakes me so hard, it might as well give me a concussion.
Lily picks up her phone though she doesn’t manage to utter words. So I take the phone from her.
“Colin?”
“Shit, Luan? Uhm…Fuck.” It sounds like Colin tries to cover the speaker but he doesn’t succeed, which allows me to hear his next words. “How the fuck am I supposed to tell Luan that Grey is—”
The line goes dead.
Chapter 13
“can you hear me screaming? please don’t leave me”—Hold On by Chord Overstreet
December 2026
We won’t knowif he’ll ever be able to play again until he wakes up.
Grey has a broken shoulder and one of the bones in his forearm is broken as well, but I can’t really remember which one. When I got to L.A. and they told me about Grey’s injuries, I only half-listened.
He also has a sprained ankle, but it’s the least bad injury.
As of now, Grey is in a, I believe, medically induced coma. If I understood the doctor correctly, Grey’s injuries are worse enough that he’d be in a lot of pain if he were to be awake right now, so they did him a favor with this. I don’t know why this would be a favor and why they couldn’t just put him on a whole shit ton of morphine, but I guess they know what they’re doing.
Oh, wait never mind. It’s not a medically induced coma, they want to put him in one should he wake up before his brain swells down.
God, I don’t know. I have no idea how medicine works. I just know he’s not awake and I’m too afraid to ask one of the nurses or doctors to explain it to me again. I probably wouldn’t listen anyway.
As far as I know, there are two other guys on Grey’s team who are in a coma, but I’m not sure if their conditions are worse or better. I didn’t ask.
Colin and Aaron are okay. They don’t even have a broken bone, I think. Again, I didn’t really ask, but Miles filled me in on them this morning.
It took us two seconds to book the next flight to L.A., and while Miles keeps switching rooms to visit all of his friends, I am practically tied to Grey’s bed, even when the nurses keep telling me that I can’t spend the night here.
There is nothing that could get me out of this room until my boyfriend wakes up and I know that he is okay.
I think the nurses hate me because of it, but I can live with that.
