Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy
I hurried upstairs with the picture of Jaxon in pains on the ice in my head.
I pressed my lips together, pacing his room like a restless ghost.
Get it together, Hazel.
I grabbed my laptop.
I knew that if Jaxon trusted me with this secret, it means that I have help him out. So I went to work,
I searched relentlessly for sports injuries, shoulder strains, unhealed injuries in hockey players and recovery timelines. I clicked through articles, medical forums, watching videos from physical therapists and athletes who’d been through similar injuries.
I took notes, a few screenshots, bookmarked some pages —ice therapy, exercises and several other remedies.
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