Break The Ice
“Stay back!”
Mrs. Astor crumpled sobbing against the Mayor, who's stoic face looked twice as afraid. Natalie gripped my arm, nails drawing blood. Leo stood frozen, staring at Myles’ lifeless hand dangling off the mattress, then back at the game.
For on the TV, Tristan lay motionless on the ice, crimson pooling beneath his head. The crowd roared, but the sound warped—distant, underwater.
“Clear!”
The defibrillator thudded. Myles’ body jerked.
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