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.”

and grabbed her keys out of her purse, her face drawn with worry. “Here,” she said, tossing

before sprinting out of the dorm and out

was two o’clock in the morning when I 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, so I managed

was sitting in the waiting room and jumped up when I burst in through

first time in my life, my mother’s usually-cold face was full of worry. I, however, was just angry with her for not getting Taylor the help he needed and for letting it get

is he?” I

mother called a nurse over, who led us to the hospital

heart dropped into the pit of my

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

floor and running over to the side of his bed. I gripped the bed rail with one hand and squeezed his arm with

severe that the

you know what’s wrong with him?” I

have any sort of tumor or anything

were

you’d let it come to this,” I growled, feeling rage bubble up inside of me. “He’s been telling you for years that he’s been in pain, and you

and sitting in the folding chair across

Taylor’s wrist and I let go before I hurt him, my hands shaking.

mother whispered. There were tears in her own eyes

asked. “What’s so difficult about getting your son the medical help he needs before it devolves into something like

her and I quickly looked away, back down at my brother. He was so much thinner than he had been the last time I saw him. His cheeks were gaunt

once climbed trees and played cowboys and bandits and given me piggy back rides when we were little, now looked