The crowd cheers, and I give them a small wave. I turn my neck, noticing gloves strewn across the ice. Sticks are everywhere, and an unattended helmet that isn’t mine sits right over the logo. None of my teammates are around me like they normally would be after an injury, and I can’t help but laugh. “Hell. Who started it?” “Who do you think?” Lexi asks. “Maverick didn’t like the hit you took. No one did. Even Liam got involved.
