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Chapter 26: The Execution
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2026-08-27 15:13:27
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SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 39: Hostile Territory
Brielle’s POV.The roar of the United Center crowd hit us like a physical wall the second the heavy double doors of the visiting tunnel swung open.Chicago on home ice wasn't just loud; it was outright hostile. Twenty thousand red-jerseyed fans screamed at the top of their lungs, hurling insults, plastic cups, and crumpled posters over the high glass partition of the tunnel. The air inside the arena was thick, hot, and heavy with the scent of stale beer, popcorn, and popcorn oil.“KENSINGTON’S BROKEN! KENSINGTON’S BROKEN!”The chant started in the upper deck and rippled down through the lower bowl like a rhythmic wave of noise, echoing off the steel girders high above.I walked two paces behind Chase, my telephoto camera rig slung tightly across my chest, my press badge secured around my neck. My heart was hammering a wild, erratic rhythm against my ribs, but I kept my chin high, staring straight ahead.Through the fabric of his black-and-silver road jersey, Chase looked monstrous, hi
SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 38: Forty-Eight Hours
Brielle’s POV.By noon, Chase’s private recovery suite on the ninth floor of Mass General had turned into a high-security war room.Outside, a ring of hospital security guards and private bodyguards kept the swarming press corps contained in the main lobby far below. Inside, the heavy blinds were drawn against the harsh afternoon sun, casting the room in dim, solemn shadows.Dr. Marcus stood beside the digital lightboard on the wall, tapping a stylus against a fresh set of high-resolution 3D CT scans of Chase’s chest. Sitting around the small glass conference table in the corner were Coach Sullivan, team lead trainer Dan, and our lead corporate legal counsel.Chase sat upright in bed, his upper body bare save for heavy medical gauze over his chest-tube insertion site and the thick, rigid fiberglass brace locking his ribcage in place. His face was drawn and pale, but his dark blue eyes were razor-sharp, tracking every mark Dr. Marcus made on the screen."I’m not going to sugarcoat this
SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 37: Razor's Edge
Brielle’s POV.The double doors of Massachusetts General Hospital swung open with a harsh metallic bang, admitting a blast of autumn night air and the wail of the ambulance siren outside."Trauma Bay One!" Dr. Marcus shouted, pushing past the triage desk beside the EMTs. "We have a thirty-two-year-old male with severe blunt force thoracic trauma, secondary to a direct puck impact. Radiograph from the arena confirmed compound fractures to the sixth and seventh ribs. Oxygen saturation dropped below eighty-two on transit, acute respiratory distress, visible hemothorax, and soft-tissue hemorrhage!"The trauma bay erupted into controlled chaos. A dozen medical professionals in scrubs converged on the gurney under the stark, humming fluorescent lights. Stainless steel trays clattered as instruments were laid out. Monitors hummed to life, their harsh blue screens casting an eerie glow over Chase’s pale, blood-spattered face."Get him shifted to the bed on three!" the lead trauma surgeon comm
SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 36: Emergency Protocol
Brielle’s POV.The roar of nineteen thousand celebrating fans felt miles away, muffled like I was underwater.My boots skidded violently across the slick surface as I dropped to my knees beside Chase, the unforgiving cold of the ice soaked through my trousers instantly, but the freezing sting barely registered against my skin. All I could see, all that existed in my entire universe was Chase lying on his left side, his knees curled up toward his broad torso, his right hand still locked around his composite stick in a death grip while his left clutched frantically at the rigid orthopedic binding encasing his chest."Chase!" I gasped, sliding my trembling hands beneath his cold cheek to lift his face off the frozen rink. "Chase, look at me! Breathe, damn it, breathe!"His face was ghostly pale, slick with a layer of icy sweat, his jaw clamped so tight in an agonizing, silent scream that the muscles in his neck stood out like steel cords, his dark blue eyes were open but unfocused, rolli
SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 35: Frozen Agony
Brielle’s POV.Six days later, the air inside TD Garden felt like liquid electricity.Nineteen thousand fans screamed in a deafening, unified roar that vibrated through the concrete foundations of the arena. Black and gold banners waved wildly from the rafters, and the ice sparkled under the intense, blinding glare of national broadcast spotlights.Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals.I stood behind the glass near the Boston bench, my hands steady around my telephoto lens, though my pulse was hammering against my ribs.Through the lens, I zoomed in on Chase.He was standing in the tunnel, isolated from the rest of the team. He was fully geared, his black-and-silver captain’s jersey pulled taut over his chest but underneath that fabric lay two layers of rigid orthopedic binding, locking his shattered six and seventh ribs into place, every single breath was a controlled exercise in agonizing restraint.His right hand was wrapped in compressed, low-profile medical tape, hidden beneath his c
SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING Chapter 34: Critical condition
Brielle’s POV."Vitals are dropping," the lead paramedic barked over the roar of the engine, slapping a monitoring lead onto Chase's bare shoulder. "Systolic is ninety over fifty. We’ve got a massive deep-tissue contusion over the left thoracic wall. Possible pulmonary laceration from a fractured rib.""Hang on, Chase," I whispered, my voice trembling as I leaned down close to his ear, ignoring the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor spiking erratically beside us. "Please, just hold on."His dark eyelashes fluttered, but he didn't open his eyes. His fingers gave my hand a microscopic, agonizingly weak squeeze before falling slack again.The ambulance slammed to a halt inside the underground bay of Bellevue Hospital, the doors burst open, and a swarm of trauma surgeons in pale blue scrubs swarmed the vehicle, pulling the gurney out onto the concrete floor."Thirty-two-year-old male, blunt force trauma to the chest wall, severe right-hand lacerations with visible soft-tissue dama
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