Before I could step forward, I was hauled off my feet and pressed against a solid chest. “We’ll go right to the hospital, Pips,” Jax said in my ear, and my heart rate started to calm. I turned in his arms and met his wet eyes. “He has to be okay, right? He has to be.” I buried my face into his shirt, and he tightened his arms around me. He must have ripped off his clothes to be in his hoodie and joggers already. “He’s going to be fine. Just another day for a hockey player.” He tried to make a joke, but we’d both been around the sport long enough to know that a blow to the head had serious
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