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blood from Sergei s head, but there was so much
that all he managed to do was smear it. Kip let out
a choked sob as he held Sergei to his chest.
 Please, wake up. I want to see those beautiful
eyes of yours.
The arena had fallen silent. Not even the
Cougars own fans could get behind such a dirty,
vicious penalty. The only sounds that filled the
massive building were a couple sobs and Kip s
pleas. He continued to hold and rock Sergei until
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Trey came up and put a gentle hand on his
shoulder.
 Kip, you need to let him go so the medics can
get in, Trey soothed.
Kip glanced up and saw a couple of paramedics
standing a few feet away. Every rink had a crew
on hand for most games in case of emergencies.
Kip gave Sergei one last squeeze before carefully
putting him back on the ice.
 Hurry, I don t want him to get cold, he told
the medics.
One of them nodded and they quickly went to
work, bandaging Sergei s head and loading him
onto a backboard. They then placed him on a
stretcher and quickly wheeled him off the ice. Kip
watched until they were out of sight.
Glancing down at his hands, he noted they
were covered with blood. More crimson coated his
jersey. The ice was the worst, a huge puddle of it
marked the spot where Sergei had lain.
Sergei s blood. His boy. The one Kip loved
more than anything in the world. A noise halfway
between a snarl and sob tore from his throat as he
turned and charged the Cougar who d done the
most damage.
The man tried to defend himself, but he proved
helpless against Kip s anger. Kip tackled him, took
him down to the ice and began to pound on his
face. He only got in a few good punches before the
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refs came over and yanked him off the Cougar.
More blood covered the ice, but this time it was
the Cougars . It gave Kip grim satisfaction to see
the pain on the man s battered face. The refs kept a
firm hold on Kip as they skated him over to the
doors leading to the locker room. He knew
without being told that he d been ejected from the
game.
Not that he cared, he would have left on his
own anyway. Playoffs or not, there was no way he
wasn t going to the hospital to be with Sergei. Kip
went to the locker room and began to peel off his
equipment. A few minutes later, Devon surprised
him by coming in, too.
 Wait for a second and I ll go with you, he
said as he began to tug off his pads.
 What about the game?
 I got ejected, too, when I went after the other
player who hurt Sergei. Devon flashed a grim
smile.
They were just getting their street shoes on
when a soft knock sounded on the door before a
man entered. With dark hair that flopped over his
blue eyes and a thin build, he couldn t be much
older than Sergei.
 Hey, I thought I d see if you needed a ride to
the hospital, the stranger said.
Devon studied his face for a moment.  Don t
you play for the Vapors?
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 Yeah, my name s Jochen. Sergei and I have
been online buddies for a couple of weeks now.
For a fleeting moment, Kip wondered just how
close Jochen and Sergei were before he pushed it
aside. All that mattered was getting to Sergei. Kip
nodded his consent and they rushed out to the car.
By the time they arrived at the tiny hospital,
they d already taken Sergei to their one trauma
room. The nurse didn t have much in the way of
an update, but she promised to let them know as
soon as there was any news. Without any other
option, the three men plopped into the hard
waiting room chairs.
It seemed to take forever for the nurse to come
back. Kip jumped to his feet as she approached.
 They sutured the cut on his head and
stabilized his arm for right now. He s fractured his
humerus and is going to need surgery to have a
couple of pins put in place until it heals, she said.
 When does he go in for that? Kip asked,
breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn t more
serious.
 Your team physician wants him to be
transferred to the Battle Creek hospital, so he can
oversee the operation.
 We have a team physician? Devon asked.
Kip shrugged.  I guess we do now. When will
the transfer take place?
 As soon as we can get an ambulance here. If
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you want, you can go back and see him. He s been
asking for you.
Joy surged through Kip at the thought of finally
being able to check on Sergei himself. He nodded
and followed the nurse back into the tiny ER. She
led him to a room in the corner.
Sergei lay on a bed, a sheet pulled to his chest.
His injured arm was in a white cast and a fresh
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