I don’t remember much of the walk back to the locker rooms, but after the team doctors check me out, I’m told I likely have a concussion and a separated shoulder. I’m still struggling to focus, probably because of that concussion thing, but I hear enough to know they’re sending me to the hospital to fix my shoulder and check out my head. I feel like I’m outside of my body, watching myself in slow motion. “Did it count?” I ask Hunter, the young trainer tasked with helping me out of my skates and uniform. His brows pull together in confusion as he unlaces my right skate and yanks it off. “The
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