My Hockey Alpha

Nina

“Nina… Taylor is in the hospital.”

I felt my heart drop as I registered what my mother just told me over the phone. Everything, from the Half- Moon Tournament to the Mad Wolf serum to Luke’s sudden transformation, seemed like nothing now.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” I said hastily, hanging up as a knot formed in my stomach.

“Nina? Is everything okay?” Enzo asked from behind. I turned around to see him still standing by the fire, looking at me with a concerned expression on his face. Luke was pulling on a pair of jeans behind him, but was also looking at me as he did so. It felt odd to see Luke with an actual expression on his face, and for there tobe meat and flesh on his bones, but right now it hardly registered to me.

“I-I have to go,” I said, taking a few steps backwards. “It’s my brother. He’s in the hospital.”

Both Enzo’s and Luke’s eyes widened. Enzo jogged toward me. “I’ll take you on the motorcycle,” he said.

“No,” I replied. “I’ll borrow Lori’s car I’ll keep you updated, though. Just focus on Edward and the Half-Moon tournament.”

Enzo nodded, and before either of them said anything else, I turned on my heel and ran back toward the campus. Lori was thankfully still awake when I got home, playing a video game on the TV

“Can I borrow your car for the night?” I asked breathlessly as I ran through to my room and began stuffing clothes and toiletries in my backpack.

Lori paused her game and turned around on the couch to face me. “Uh… Sure, I guess?” she responded. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s my brother,” I replied, running out of my room with my bag haphazardly packed already. “He’s in the hospital.”

her face drawn with worry. “Here,” she said, tossing them to me. “Be careful, okay? And keep me

roommate a quick hug before sprinting out of the dorm and out to

arrived at the hospital where Taylor was staying. I was certain I had broken several traffic laws on the way, but thankfully there was no one on the roads with it being so late,

and jumped up when I burst

I, however, was just angry with her for not getting Taylor the help he needed and for letting it

he?” I

led us to the hospital room where Taylor was

dropped into the pit of my

hooked up to so many machines. There was a breathing tube down his throat, his eyes were closed, and his body

to the side of his bed. I gripped the bed rail with

very sorry,” the nurse said quietly “His symptoms were so severe that the doctor had to

know what’s wrong with him?” I

far as we’re aware, he doesn’t seem to have any sort

leaving, shutting the sliding door behind her to give us privacy. Once we were alone, I felt my mother’s

this,” I growled, feeling rage bubble up inside of me. “He’s been

and sitting in the folding chair across from it as the methodical beeping of the machines and the hum of the fluorescent

repeated. I realized that my grip was tightening on Taylor’s wrist and I let go before I hurt

listen to me,” my mother whispered. There were tears in her own eyes and her lower lip was quivering.”

about getting your son the medical help he needs before it devolves

much thinner than he had been the last time I saw him. His cheeks were gaunt and his eyes were sunken in. As I reached out again to take his hand and stroke it with my thumb, I could feel

played cowboys and bandits and given me piggy back rides when we were little, now looked as though he wouldn’t even be able to support his own