Page 68 of Pucked Together

My angel's room.

I barge in, and there she is, her black hair splayed out over the pillow underneath her. There's an oxygen mask over her face. The machines are chirping next to her. I look wildly for her blood pressure—heartrate—O2 levels.

All stable.

She's ok. My girl is ok.

"Sir, I need you to go back to the waiting room," the nurse catches up to me.

She's ok. Izzy is ok. I run a hand over my face. If I weren't so wired at the moment, I might actually cry from relief.

The second I got the text from Izzy, I looked for a flight to meet her in Philly. But then the news of the team plane going down broke. And everything in me shattered. I couldn't get to her fast enough.

I needed to see for myself.

"Why is her head bandaged?" I demand.

"The doctor will only release information to the next of kin, sir. I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend. Tell me," It comes out like thunder. I don't mean to yell, but they've kept me waiting long enough.

"Ryker?" Fergie's voice calls from down the hall. His arm is waving from another room.

"Sir, you have to—"

"I know. I know," I say, brushing past her to meet up with Ferguson.

Keelan is lying in the bed. Rina is by his side. Hicks is on the far side with his arm in a sling.

"Fuck." The word falls out of me.

They all have gashes and bruises. But they're ok.

Keelan is sitting up in his bed. "Welcome to the party, B. You missed one hell of a ride."

I could kill him. I could actually strangle the man for being so nonchalant about this entire situation while I feel like my entire life has gone up in flames for the last four hours.

'They won't tell me anything about Izzy," I get out. "Only next of kin."

"What?" His brows furrow, and he moves to push the blankets aside.

"What are you doing?" Rina asks, alert and concerned.

"I'm going to see my sister," he says like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Keelan, your leg is broken," she reminds him.

"It's what?" I say, looking between all of them.

"He shattered his tibia on impact."

"It's not shattered," he says, wincing as he moves. The giant cast encasing his leg slides slowly to the edge of the bed.

"How exactly do you plan on getting up, Landry?" Rina's eyebrow shoots up.

And Keelan resigns, dropping his bed back onto his pillow. "She's ok, B,” he says. “She hit her head on the window. She was lightheaded from an asthma attack. Couldn't think straight."

"Jeezus. Where was her fucking inhaler? I've told her a million times she needs to keep that close by..."