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conversation, and the way his dark, shifty eyes assessed me that day in the parking lot, told me he knew a critical detail about that night that he wasn't sharing. That could have just been my mind trying to hold someone accountable.
The rape kit was positive, and the police had the information they needed should the right lead come along, but they basically had nothing. None of the witnesses panned out.
I must have called that fucking hospital twenty times that day, checking for updates, once I knew they were taking her off the medication that was keeping her in the induced coma. I wanted so badly to be there when she woke up, but what the fuck would I say? She didn't know me. I would be lucky if she wanted anything to do with me.
Would she want to know me?
Every passing day, each minute that came and went and she didn't wake up, added to the churning in my stomach. I worried about her. I found myself sitting there talking about nothing, telling her about me and my life, and then I'd just sleep in a chair beside her bed. I couldn't leave.
Nineteen days after I saved her, I got the call that I had been waiting on. The morning of game forty-six, Ami woke up.
"She's awake," were the words I'd been waiting on since I found her, and then I wanted to hear, "He's been caught." I was smart enough to understand the criminal justice system and knew that I would be hearing one before the other.
I wasn't sure what would feel better, but when I heard that she was awake, the relief that came with it was greater than I expected.
Wendy called around four in the morning when I was getting ready to head to our morning skate. I was fucking tired from the game last night against St. Louis, but when my phone rang and I saw it was the hospital, I answered.
"Are you serious?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Yeah, she came out of it last night, but we wanted to give her some time. Then when she started to come around she wanted to know how she got to the hospital."
"And you said?" I pressed for more information as I walked toward my bathroom.
"I said Superman brought her in."
I laughed, throwing my towel on the tile floor in my bathroom. My eyes caught the city below Trump Towers, quiet and still asleep. My lips curved, knowing the one person I wanted to wake up was finally awake.
"Seriously, what did you say?"
"I told her a man brought her in and then she asked to meet him," Wendy said, amusement in her voice. I wasn't sure if she was fucking with me.
"Oh."
"What's with you?"
"Nothing." I tried to play it off, but I was freaking out a little, and Wendy didn't miss a beat.
"Well, are you going to come see her or what? She's awake now."
I really wanted to ask Wendy what color Ami's eyes were and if she had said anything else, but I didn't. "Oh, uh yeah, we play Anaheim tonight. I'll come by after the game."
"Okay, I'll let her know. Good luck tonight."
"Thanks." I hung up before I said anything else that would give me away. I was kind of glad there was a game tonight because it'd give me more time to think of what to say to her.
All through the morning skate, and after what Leo had said to me, I couldn't stop thinking about Ami. I should have been preparing for the game and thinking of nothing but the Anaheim Ducks and how we could beat them. We hadn't seen them since game twenty four and they had beaten us 0-3. That wasn't happening again if I could help it.
During practice, Leo and Remy were talking about their night while slapping pucks at Cage, and before he could recover, they'd slap another one at him.
Skating near them, I leaned on my stick, watching, waiting for Cage to react to them. He'd let them do this as sort of a warm up, but right when they weren't expecting it, he would slap one back at them.
"You know that feeling when you're on acid and the world stops just to fuck with you? That's what it was like."
Remy gave Leo a concerned look and then slapped another shot toward the net. "Never did acid," he
The rape kit was positive, and the police had the information they needed should the right lead come along, but they basically had nothing. None of the witnesses panned out.
I must have called that fucking hospital twenty times that day, checking for updates, once I knew they were taking her off the medication that was keeping her in the induced coma. I wanted so badly to be there when she woke up, but what the fuck would I say? She didn't know me. I would be lucky if she wanted anything to do with me.
Would she want to know me?
Every passing day, each minute that came and went and she didn't wake up, added to the churning in my stomach. I worried about her. I found myself sitting there talking about nothing, telling her about me and my life, and then I'd just sleep in a chair beside her bed. I couldn't leave.
Nineteen days after I saved her, I got the call that I had been waiting on. The morning of game forty-six, Ami woke up.
"She's awake," were the words I'd been waiting on since I found her, and then I wanted to hear, "He's been caught." I was smart enough to understand the criminal justice system and knew that I would be hearing one before the other.
I wasn't sure what would feel better, but when I heard that she was awake, the relief that came with it was greater than I expected.
Wendy called around four in the morning when I was getting ready to head to our morning skate. I was fucking tired from the game last night against St. Louis, but when my phone rang and I saw it was the hospital, I answered.
"Are you serious?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Yeah, she came out of it last night, but we wanted to give her some time. Then when she started to come around she wanted to know how she got to the hospital."
"And you said?" I pressed for more information as I walked toward my bathroom.
"I said Superman brought her in."
I laughed, throwing my towel on the tile floor in my bathroom. My eyes caught the city below Trump Towers, quiet and still asleep. My lips curved, knowing the one person I wanted to wake up was finally awake.
"Seriously, what did you say?"
"I told her a man brought her in and then she asked to meet him," Wendy said, amusement in her voice. I wasn't sure if she was fucking with me.
"Oh."
"What's with you?"
"Nothing." I tried to play it off, but I was freaking out a little, and Wendy didn't miss a beat.
"Well, are you going to come see her or what? She's awake now."
I really wanted to ask Wendy what color Ami's eyes were and if she had said anything else, but I didn't. "Oh, uh yeah, we play Anaheim tonight. I'll come by after the game."
"Okay, I'll let her know. Good luck tonight."
"Thanks." I hung up before I said anything else that would give me away. I was kind of glad there was a game tonight because it'd give me more time to think of what to say to her.
All through the morning skate, and after what Leo had said to me, I couldn't stop thinking about Ami. I should have been preparing for the game and thinking of nothing but the Anaheim Ducks and how we could beat them. We hadn't seen them since game twenty four and they had beaten us 0-3. That wasn't happening again if I could help it.
During practice, Leo and Remy were talking about their night while slapping pucks at Cage, and before he could recover, they'd slap another one at him.
Skating near them, I leaned on my stick, watching, waiting for Cage to react to them. He'd let them do this as sort of a warm up, but right when they weren't expecting it, he would slap one back at them.
"You know that feeling when you're on acid and the world stops just to fuck with you? That's what it was like."
Remy gave Leo a concerned look and then slapped another shot toward the net. "Never did acid," he
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