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One Minute, Fourteen
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2026-11-04 16:57:20
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The Collision The Media Room
Jace's POVThe flashes started before I reached the chair."Jace! Over here!""Jace, is the arm broken?""Did you see her? Did you see Ariana?"I kept walking. My right arm was strapped to my chest, and every step sent a dull knock through my shoulder. Coach was waiting at the long table with a bottle of water and a microphone that looked too small for his hand. He pulled out the chair beside him and didn't look at me when I sat down."Keep it short," he said under his breath."I know.""Keep it about the team."I pulled the microphone closer with my left hand. It was warm from the lights.The room was packed. Rows of folding chairs, cameras on tripods, phones held up over the heads of people standing at the back. I could smell wet coats and burnt coffee. Along the wall, Ryan had his arms crossed and his cap pulled low. Mike stood beside him with his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the carpet. Ryan muttered, "Here we go," and went back to glaring at the cameras.Mike didn't s
The Collision The Training Room
Jace's POVThe ceiling tiles had a water stain in the corner, shaped like a tooth. I stared at it for a long time before I understood that I was lying on the training table and the light above me was too bright."Don't sit up yet," Denise said.I sat up anyway. The room tilted, then settled. My right arm was strapped across my chest in a sling I didn't remember anyone putting on me. The shoulder throbbed in a slow, heavy beat, like something was knocking from the inside."You hit your head," she said. "Hard. Stay still.""I'm okay.""You're conscious. That's different."I lay back down. She didn't argue. She pulled a chair beside the table and sat with her clipboard on her knee and the pen tucked behind her ear. She didn't write anything. She just watched my face, the way she'd watched my arm all week.The door opened, and the team doctor came in with a folder under his arm. He was a tall man with reading glasses on a cord, and he looked tired the way doctors look after a long day. He
The Collision The Collapse
Jace's POVThe dressing room was loud before warmups, the way it always was on championship day. Somebody had the speaker going, and Ryan was singing badly along with it, slapping the lockers in time.Denise was waiting by the training room door when I came out of the shower. She didn't say hello. She just pointed at the table."Lift it," she said.I lifted. The arm came up to my ribs and stopped where it had stopped all week. She pressed two fingers along the top of my shoulder, and I didn't flinch this time.She looked at the clipboard. She didn't write anything new. She just read the page for a while, then tucked it under her arm."You're going to play," she said. It wasn't a question."Yes.""Then play the way you can, not the way you used to."I didn't answer. I got my shirt on with my left hand and walked out before she could say anything else.Kingsport was waiting for us at center ice, the same forwards as the final, the same blue jerseys. The crowd was louder than it had been
The Collision Engine Off
Ethan's POVThe mall car park was almost empty for a Friday afternoon. I had driven across town instead of going straight to the arena. I'd told myself I needed to get out of the house, and then I'd walked past two shop windows without going into either one. The radio played a song I didn't know, and I turned it off at the second light. Now I sat on the top level, facing a concrete wall with a painted number on it, the engine off.On the passenger seat was the ticket for tomorrow's game. I had bought it on Tuesday, the same week the tournament ended. The paper was stiff in my jacket pocket, and I'd taken it out twice already to check the date, as if it might have changed.I took out my phone and opened the contacts. Jace's name was near the top.I pressed it.The screen changed to the call view. His face from last year's team photo filled the corner, the one where the photographer had told him to smile and he hadn't. The ring came through the speaker, soft and even. I held the phone t
The Collision One Minute, Fourteen
Jace's POVThe Zamboni was still circling when I got to the rink, its engine a low growl across the empty stands. The lights overhead were half on, and the ice had that wet, glassy look it got right after a resurface. My breath fogged in front of me.I sat on the home bench with my bag at my feet and took out my phone.*Dad, 6:12 a.m., 1 min 14 sec.*My thumb sat over the icon for a while. Then I pressed it and held the phone to my ear with my left hand, because the right one wouldn't stay where I put it.The first thing I heard was a car door, then wind, then the faint sound of a parking lot. My father's voice came next, flat and even, the way it always was when he was reading from something in his head."Jace. Saw the game."A pause. I could hear him breathing, and under that, the hum of an engine that wasn't running."Good game."That was all. He didn't say anything about the assist or the shift in the third period or the shot that had gone wide. He didn't mention the arm or the st
The Collision Face Down
Ariana's POVThe scholarship email had been sitting in my inbox since Friday, and by Wednesday night it had gone from a reminder to a warning.*Please submit a brief statement of your current coursework and professional activities by Friday.*I opened it at my desk with the lamp on and my laptop humming. The dorm was quiet for once. Becca had gone to the study lounge after dinner, muttering about a chemistry problem set that she swore was designed to make people cry. The radiator ticked under the window, and somewhere down the hall, someone was practicing a song on a guitar.I read the email twice. Then I opened a blank document and typed the heading.*Statement of Current Work.*The first sentence came easily. I had a column in progress, a regular reporting shift at the student paper, and a seminar on long-form features that I was enjoying more than I expected. I wrote that down in plain words, the way I'd write a news brief, and I didn't add anything that wasn't true.The second sen
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