My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 296: The School Doctor

Nina

Even though most of the students went home to their families, I decided to stay on campus with my friends for winter break. I still wanted to work on the antidote every chance I had, just in case it would be needed to finish taking down the Crescents. At least, that was what I told myself and everyone else; but I secretly just wanted a reason to be in the infirmary even though there were no sick students on campus to take care of.

Being in the infirmary made me feel close to Tiffany. With each passing day, I missed her more and more, and I wished that her body could have been found to at least give her a proper burial. I hated what the Crescents did to her, and no matter what, I would never forgive the people who killed such a sweet and kind woman.

It wasn’t long before I eventually became the new school doctor, just like Tiffany. The dean still hadn’t found a viable replacement for her, and so one afternoon, I finally marched into the dean’s office to give her my speech.

“I want to be the official school doctor,” I said firmly, to which the dean raised her eyebrows and looked at me over her glasses.

“You have school to worry about,” the dean said. “It’ll interfere with your studies, won’t it? Besides, you don’t have a medical license yet.”

made my heart sink, I had come here with the intention of standing my ground on the matter, and I did just that.” I’ve been working in Tiffany’s place for weeks now,” I said. “I trained closely with her all semester, up until she…” My voice faltered. I

took her reading glasses off. She looked at me for a few moments, studying my

said. “But only part-time while you’re still in school. If your grades start to slip, I won’t let

I said with a

in the hockey rink, I would be studying in the infirmary. Every so often, we would convene in one place or the other for a quick few minutes of passion before we parted ways again and went back to our respective talents. While I was studying to get ahead of my work for the upcoming semester, Enzo was training harder than ever because he wanted to become the official hockey coach; not just the captain until he graduated, but the official coach for the foreseeable future. I could see him making the perfect coach, too. He was firm and didn’t go easy on anyone, but the time

at Tiffany’s desk and going through a Chapter in one of the textbooks that I had purchased early for one of my classes for the next semester. I had a cup of coffee beside me, and although my eyelids felt heavy, it was a good sort of sleepiness. Before, I had felt exhausted from too many things going on and

I jumped up, knocking my coffee cup over, then swore as I

paper towels and began to sop up the brown liquid before

the source of the crash,

had fallen off of the wall and the glass had shattered all over

photo wasn’t damaged and I could replace the frame, but the principle of the photo falling down made my heart ache. It was as if the glass shattering also shattered my heart just

picked up the broken pieces of glass, I noticed something poking out from behind the backing on the frame. Furrowing