Puck me. I’m yours のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Violet:I could hear the ringing in my ears after the explosion. As my eyes slowly opened, the first thing I saw was a white ceiling; then I smelled antiseptic, and then I saw a nurse. Caleb sat on the couch, tired and drained, his eyes bloodshot, dark circles under them like he hadn't slept in days. A machine nearby beeped in a slow, steady rhythm. For a single second, I just lay there wondering why I was in the hospital, and then it came back: the call, the match, the crash. My heart rate spiked, the beeping noise rose in the air, and before I knew it, the nurse was saying something, and Caleb was up. He was trying to reach me while other nurses held him back. Everything they said came in whispers. I could see their mouths moving, but what I heard came in slow gaps. A loud noise kept ringing in my ears, but all I wanted was Liam.I tried to sit up, and the room spun violently. My body slammed back before I could even take in instructions. The nurse quickly reached toward my shoulde

Third PersonJust after Blake left, Liam received a call. The caller was swift and straight to the point. Violet had had an accident at the intersection downtown Silverfort. He didn't wait for the official ride, nor did he wait for Blake to return with the car. He booked a ride with Derek, and they headed straight for downtown Silverfort. It was right before them. They watched the car spin, and Blake died at the scene. But Liam had not understood that the person within that car was not Violet, but Blake. Violet had left in the same color of car. The car assigned to her team was the same color as the one he had rented. The sight of it was all he needed. Slowly, he slumped in the car and passed out.Derek didn't have the time to get to Liam and then get to Violet. He did not even see Violet. He had been too focused on getting help for his friend. Two ambulances arrived at the same time. One carried Violet; the other carried Liam. They were both rushed to the same hospital, three floors

Third PersonThe media was buzzing. The incident was trending on every platform: the tournament, everything. It was live. Fans were going live, and people were posting comments, X-rays, and drafts. Everybody had become a detective. They were digging out every mistake, every mismanagement, every injury, and every intended injury. Everything that would prove someone was pulling the strings from behind was coming out in the open.Marcus and Jude's condition had slightly improved. They had suffered a collision as they slammed into each other; however, there wasn't much damage. Within a day, they were awake, and the doctor speculated they could go home in two days. The first person to notice a drastic change in things was Marcus. After waking up, he expected his team to come visit him and the coach to congratulate him on the win, but something else hit him. No one came to see him. He was attended to by nurses and doctors, and the only visitor who came and took care of him happened to be h

Violet:The moment I fully recovered, we were discharged together, since I couldn't leave before him. We returned to the hotel, and I temporarily moved into his suite the day we arrived. Everyone got out of the lobby to greet us. They held him. A few fans were allowed in, who brought flowers and gift cards, and one even bought him a car, an updated version of the one he had lost in the accident. It wasn't his. It was only a rental car, and the sponsor had already taken care of everything, but now he had one. Not that it was compensation. We didn't feel good about it, for it had come at the cost of Blake's life. Blake's family had also arrived. The investigation was still ongoing; hence, his ashes could not be released to them.As we walked up to his room, Derek was there as always, and he helped him to the bed. He was feeling much better. The doctor had cleared him. Nothing was to stress him, but something else was trending online. The case was reopened. The water incident was now un

Third Person:The room fell quiet. Marcus gave Chloe a disgusted glare, then focused back on the detective."Now we move to you, Miss Vance."Chloe quickly adjusted her sitting position. Her hands were visibly trembling beneath the table."I didn't do anything, I swear," she began. "I wasn't there. Like I said, I wasn't there. I have no idea. He injured these people, Marcus told me, but I didn't have evidence. What was I to say? I couldn't even go to the police. What was I to say? That my boyfriend confessed he injured seven of his teammates? No. Who was going to believe me? No one, right? You understand, right? Don't you, Violet? Come on. Tell them. I wasn't there. I wasn't part of the plot.""Miss Vance, we're not saying you were part of his plot. The investigation is ongoing, and nobody will be charged for a crime he or she did not commit."Chloe let out a breath of relief. "Okay, so why am I here? I didn't do anything," she continued.The female detective almost slapped her to giv