LOGINGerald parked in the usual spot and turned off the engine. Jax sat still for a few seconds longer than necessary, staring at the rink entrance.“Yesterday was just a short visit,” Gerald said. “Today is the full session. You’re here for the entire practice. You sit where the coach told you and you stay quiet unless someone speaks to you first. Clear?”Jax pushed the door open carefully. “Clear.”Inside, the sound of skates cutting ice hit him at the same time. Coach was already on the bench side of the boards. When he saw them, he gave a short nod.“Rivera, glad you made it. Designated area is the second row behind the home bench. Stay there for the full session. No walking the boards, no calling out, no stepping onto the ice. Understood?”“Yes, Coach.”That was all. Coach turned back to the ice without another word.Gerald led Jax to the seats. A few teammates noticed him as they skated past during warm-ups. One of the defensemen gave a small nod. Another raised a gloved hand briefly
The silence from the night before still hung in the apartment the next morning. Jax had barely slept. He sat on the edge of the bed in the same position Gerald had left him with his phone face-down beside him, the unsent message about Ethan’s leg still sitting in the drafts.Gerald appeared in the doorway, already dressed with the car keys in hand.“Get up. We have an appointment.”Jax looked at him. “What appointment?”“Follow-up with the doctor. Concussion and ribs. I scheduled it yesterday while you were staring at your phone. We’re going.”Jax didn’t move right away. The weight of the previous night’s conversation still pressed on him—Gerald’s words about control, about not knowing how to love because he didn’t know how to care for himself, about Tyler stepping into the empty space. He had no argument left that didn’t sound like an excuse.“I don’t need another lecture from a doctor,” he muttered.“This isn’t a lecture. It’s clearance or the lack of it. Either way, you’re going.”
The next day in the morning Gerald’s phone rang while he was in the kitchen. He glanced at the screen, then answered.“Coach.”“Gerald,How is he?”“Awake, but still in pain and he's restless but stable. His ribs are the main issue right now, his concussion symptoms have mostly settled.”“Good.” The coach’s voice was flat, businesslike. “I need you to hear this clearly. His spot on the team is not guaranteed. Full medical clearance is the minimum after that he comes back on probation. No captaincy or special treatment. He follows every instruction I give him or he sits permanently, if it comes to that.”Gerald leaned against the counter. “I understand.”“I’m not sure he does. The suspension happened for a reason. The material that got out those videos and pictures put the whole team under scrutiny. I suspended both of them because the relationship was affecting performance and discipline. Ethan took the conditions seriously. He showed up, did the extra work, kept his mouth shut, and ea
Jax sat on the couch with a pillow behind his back and another under his arm to keep pressure off the ribs. The bandage around his middle felt tight every time he breathed. His head still throbbed in a low, steady pulse.Gerald dropped a small pharmacy bag on the coffee table and sat on the edge of the opposite chair.“Listen carefully,” he said. “You’re here for the next ten days at least. Medication every six hours. Ice the ribs three times a day. No alcohol, no driving and no disappearing in the middle of the night. You need something, you tell me. You feel worse, you tell me. Clear?”Jax’s jaw tightened. “I can take care of myself.”“That’s what you said before you ended up on a bar floor with your face split open.”“I didn’t ask to come here.”“No, you didn’t but I decided for you because the alternative was you going back to that empty apartment and doing something even dumber.”Jax looked away. “You’re acting like I’m some kind of project.”“I’m acting like someone who got a ca
Jax’s cousin shoved the bar door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall. The place still smelled of spilled beer, blood, and cheap cologne. Security was herding the last of the troublemakers out the back while the bartender wiped down a sticky table with a stained rag.“Where is he?” the cousin demanded.The bartender jerked his chin toward the far corner. “Over there. We pulled the other guys off him, but he took a beating. Are you his family?”The cousin didn’t answer because he was already moving.Jax was half-sitting against the wall, one leg stretched out, the other bent. Blood had dried in a dark line from his split lip down his chin with one eye swollen and nearly shut. His breath was slow and shallow, like every inhale hurt.“Jesus Christ, Jax.” The cousin dropped to his knees in front of him. “What the hell did you do?”Jax’s good eye cracked open. His voice was rough, almost slurred. “Didn’t… start it.”“Doesn’t look like you finished it either.” The cousin’s hand
Jax stormed out of the office angrily. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he pushed through the door, fists clenched tightly at his sides. One of the younger players, seeing him, tried to approach cautiously.“Hey, Jax, you okay? Want to talk about it?”Jax shoved him off roughly, not even looking at him. “Leave me alone.”The younger player stumbled back, surprised. A few others watched from a distance, whispering.Ethan, who was walking out of the locker room, saw the whole thing. He stepped forward, voice sharp. “What’s your problem? Stop channeling aggression. Next time I won’t back down.”Jax turned on him, eyes blazing with anger and hurt. “Wow, really? You’re enjoying being popular now, huh? The team’s little comeback kid. Everyone’s cheering for you while I’m the villain.”They argued in the hallway, voices rising.Ethan stood his ground. “Chill, Jax. I’m just trying to fix my own mess. You need to do the same. Stop taking your anger out on everyone else.”Tyler stepped







