Goals & Glucose |18+|

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"You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress, simultaneously." — Sophia Bush

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MILO

We all lined up, ready to make our big entrance. Once the announcer introduced us, we skated onto the ice, sticks raised as the crowd erupted into cheers.

The other team was introduced next, though their cheers were far fewer, understandably so since this was our home game.

I skated over to the goal, taking my place, while the rest of the team got into position, waiting for the puck to drop. Kade and Brock exchanged words I couldn't hear, but knowing them, they definitely weren't words of encouragement. Even Sawyer's usual smile had been swapped for a hard, intimidating glare.

The puck hit the ice with a loud thud, and cheers filled the arena. The first period had officially begun.

I blocked two shots, and we scored a goal before the first period ended. We headed to the locker room for the fifteen-minute intermission.

"Where's Kade?!" Coach's voice boomed through the locker room. "Go get him, Sawyer, now!" Sawyer scrambled to find him. "Good work, Lazare," Coach said, patting my shoulder heavily. I nodded in appreciation.

I checked my blood sugar. It was running high, so I adjusted my insulin dose with my pump and drank some water to cool down. A few moments later, Kade finally walked in.

"Sorry, Coach," he muttered.

"I don't have time for sorries! Offense, step it up. They're just getting started, so don't let the score boost your egos. We've still got two periods left," Coach barked. We all nodded in understanding as we prepped for the second period.

The second period wasn't much different from the first. We scored two more goals, and the other team grew desperate, leading to rushed, sloppy shots.

At the next intermission, I checked my blood sugar again. Levels were fine, so I rested while we reviewed two plays for the final period. We had this game in the bag.

Back on the ice, I made sure my mouth guard was in place as the whistle sounded. Sawyer scored another goal. We were up 4–0 now.

I ignored the beeping from my monitor know there was only a few minutes in the game. But then, I started to feel breathless. My breathing grew shallow, and nausea hit me hard. My vision blurred and dizziness swirled around me. I felt my stick slip from my glove as they scored. Then, everything went black.

Shit.

ALVARA

Kade skated over with lightning speed and then rushed off the rink, waving us over. "He's diabetic and passed out!" he gasped, still catching his breath.

"Get him off the ice and into the locker room," I ordered. Kade's eyes flicked between me and his sister. Kiara nodded, and he and his teammates carried Milo to the locker room.

We tried to follow, but a security guard blocked us. "Sorry, no puck bunnies allowed," he sneered.

"Move, or I'll move you," I snapped. He glared and stood his ground, so I kicked him in the groin and barged through.

"Cover up, we're coming in!" Kiara shouted as we entered. I rushed over to Milo, who was lying on the bench.

"Is he type 1?" I asked, and Kade nodded.

"Okay, search his bag. He should have supplies—glucose tabs or a glucagon kit." I turned to Kiara and Sawyer. "Check the fridge for insulin vials in case he needs more. Go, now!" I barked. They all froze for a second, but then scrambled to do what I'd asked.