The next practice was brutal. Coach Marshall had them running drills nonstop. Skate to the line and back, pucks fired from every angle, he didn't give them any breaks or show them mercy. Eli was in the net, sweat dripping down his face, his legs burning. He had not slept well, the call from Daniel was still echoing in his head... Five thousand by the end of the week. His glove hand was slow, apuck slipped past him... then another and another. "Wake up, Park!" the coach shouted. Eli shook his head and tried to focus. The next shot came from the point, he saw it late and It hit his shoulder and trickled in. "Come on!" Eli's chest was tight. His breathing was getting shallow, he tried to take a deep breath, but it would not come. The next drill started. Pucks flying up and down, players moving very fast and swift. Eli could not track them or keep up, everything became so blurry. His heart was pounding too fast and his hands were shaking that he could not breathe well. Eli dro
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