Adam's POV
Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. One minute, I'm celebrating with my team, the next, people are screaming. I whip around, the guys holding me from falling through the empty space where the glass should be.
Phoebe is a few feet back, hands over her face. Emily and Lynn are right by her side, holding her up. I see blood seeping through Phoebe's fingers, dripping onto the snow.
The stadium is quiet now, whispers from a few players the only noise.
Phoebe starts yelling something, moving her hands down from her face. There's cuts all over her perfect face, leaving traces of blood streaked on her. Lynn grabs a towel from the First Aid kit, holding it gently over Phoebe's face.
"Come on, inside." Emily says, taking Phoebe's arm and turning her around.
"Phoebe!" I yell, watching them go. I quickly skate over to the bench, where the team is waiting for me. I slide on my skate guards, drop my hockey stick and helmet, then run inside.
"Phoebe?!" I call out when I get inside. I look down the halls, trying to find her.
I catch them walking down the stairs, heading outside. The towel over Phoebe's face is soaked, dripping red. Lynn looks back at me, and just shakes her head.
I stop in my tracks, just watching them. The girls eventually get outside, and I hear the ambulance drive away. I stand there, running my hands through my hair nervously.
I can't believe I just did that. Why did I have to do that? This is all my fault. She's hurt..it's all my fault.
"Adam!" I turn when I hear Patrice's voice. "Hey, come here." He gives me a hug, patting my back.
"I can't believe I did that." I say quietly, numb.
"It was an accident, man. It's okay." Patrice says, trying to calm my nerves. "Coach said you can go to the hospital. They had to stop the game anyway to replace the glass."
I nod, then hurry back to the locker room. The guys all quiet down when I walk in, their eyes on me.
"You okay?" Johnny asks, moving over so I can sit.
"No." I say sharply, tearing off my jersey. A few minutes later, I'm changed and out the door.
I run to my car, sliding over the ice hidden beneath the snow. I drive as quickly as I can to the hospital.
People give me looks as I walk in, recognizing me as they usually do. I try my best to ignore them, heading to the back.
"Adam. over here!" I hear Emily call, waving me over.
I walk into Phoebe's room, and stop in the door. Phoebe is laying on the bed, a new towel on her forehead. Her face is covered in dried blood.
"Hey, babe!" Phoebe says when she sees me, in a surprisingly happy voice.
"We'll leave you two alone." Lynn says, walking out of the door behind Emily.
"Hey." I say, walking to the bed. I reach for her hand, holding it tightly.
"How do I look?" Phoebe laughs, grinning.
I smile a bit, trying to stay calm. "Perfect, as always. The blood makes you look tough."
Phoebe laughs, shifting the towel across her head.
