thought was never far from my mind: the girl.
After the morning skate and lunch, I reached inside my wallet and pulled out the business card Detective Paulsen gave me. I dialed the number and waited for him to answer. When he didn't I left a message asking if he had any leads, knowing he wouldn't call me back. It was probably against whatever rules they had, seeing how I had no ties to Ami.
Instead of taking a nap like I usually would, I went back to the hospital to check on Ami.
Wendy was there smiling when I walked up to the third floor. Gloating over her night with Leo, I asked her some more personal questions about Ami. She divulged a few details I didn't know.
She told me that a man came to see her, Blake Keldrick. I recognized the name as her dance instructor the detective said he questioned.
"He's kinda weird," she said, her attention on her paperwork, feet propped up on her desk. There was a moment of silence, and then Wendy cautiously asked, "Do you even know this girl?"
"Weird how?" I leaned against the same desk, avoiding her question, overly curious as to who this Blake guy was and why he was visiting Ami. I knew who he was, but why would he need to see her?
Look at me. Already jealous of her visitors. Fucking pathetic.
Wendy shrugged. "Just weird. He seemed bothered that we wouldn't let him in to see her. It was almost as if he had to see her. The whole situation struck me as odd. He wanted to know who brought her in, if they said anything, if she said anything, and he kept at it until Dr. Dagger asked him to leave. Then he was pissed."
"He didn't go in her room?" The thought that I was the only one that had seen her reassured me. Crazy I know.
"Yep." She winked. "No visitors allowed."
It made me feel better to know that I was the only one allowed in there. I didn't like the idea of this Blake guy hanging around either. I needed to meet this guy for sure.
I didn't go inside her room, out of fear maybe, but it was enough that I was within a few feet of her room. For now.
I had a game. I gave Wendy my cell number and told her to call me if there was any change in Ami's condition. She said she would and asked me to tell Leo to call her.
I would have told Leo, but I doubted he'd even care. Maybe he might call her again, though usually he didn't. He and Remy were the same way. It was like a fucking contest between Leo, Remy, and Dave to see if they could fuck every girl in Chicago. I had a feeling they were close to that goal already. Just as I was leaving the hospital, guess who came back?
Yep. Blake. I knew it was him by the way he walked. Dancers had that way about them, especially male dancers. That wasn't what confirmed it for me; it was when he told the nurse at the counter his name.
"She's not allowed any visitors right now," the nurse told him.
I smiled, knowing I'd just been outside her room and could have gone in if I wanted.
Blake groaned, running his hand over his face. "Listen, I just need to talk to her. It'll only take a few minutes. I need to know that she's okay. I'm worried about her."
The nurse took a more abrasive approach. "You can't see her right now, and you certainly cannot talk to her. She's in a coma. No visitors allowed."
I didn't know much about Blake, but it was apparent Blake was worried about something. Why else would he be pushing to see her this much?
As he was leaving, I decided to have a little chat with him. "Blake?" I followed him out the doors of the emergency room and to his car.
Surprised, he turned around to face me with assessing eyes. "Who are you?"
My tone and smirk were condescending and they were meant to be. "I'm Evan Masen." I let my name sink in for a moment. He knew right then I was a hockey player. If my size and defensive edge didn't give it away, my name did. Blake swallowed. He knew exactly who the fuck I was, and it wasn't just off the name. He'd seen me before. Here. We passed in the hall the other night. Now that I had a face to go with the
After the morning skate and lunch, I reached inside my wallet and pulled out the business card Detective Paulsen gave me. I dialed the number and waited for him to answer. When he didn't I left a message asking if he had any leads, knowing he wouldn't call me back. It was probably against whatever rules they had, seeing how I had no ties to Ami.
Instead of taking a nap like I usually would, I went back to the hospital to check on Ami.
Wendy was there smiling when I walked up to the third floor. Gloating over her night with Leo, I asked her some more personal questions about Ami. She divulged a few details I didn't know.
She told me that a man came to see her, Blake Keldrick. I recognized the name as her dance instructor the detective said he questioned.
"He's kinda weird," she said, her attention on her paperwork, feet propped up on her desk. There was a moment of silence, and then Wendy cautiously asked, "Do you even know this girl?"
"Weird how?" I leaned against the same desk, avoiding her question, overly curious as to who this Blake guy was and why he was visiting Ami. I knew who he was, but why would he need to see her?
Look at me. Already jealous of her visitors. Fucking pathetic.
Wendy shrugged. "Just weird. He seemed bothered that we wouldn't let him in to see her. It was almost as if he had to see her. The whole situation struck me as odd. He wanted to know who brought her in, if they said anything, if she said anything, and he kept at it until Dr. Dagger asked him to leave. Then he was pissed."
"He didn't go in her room?" The thought that I was the only one that had seen her reassured me. Crazy I know.
"Yep." She winked. "No visitors allowed."
It made me feel better to know that I was the only one allowed in there. I didn't like the idea of this Blake guy hanging around either. I needed to meet this guy for sure.
I didn't go inside her room, out of fear maybe, but it was enough that I was within a few feet of her room. For now.
I had a game. I gave Wendy my cell number and told her to call me if there was any change in Ami's condition. She said she would and asked me to tell Leo to call her.
I would have told Leo, but I doubted he'd even care. Maybe he might call her again, though usually he didn't. He and Remy were the same way. It was like a fucking contest between Leo, Remy, and Dave to see if they could fuck every girl in Chicago. I had a feeling they were close to that goal already. Just as I was leaving the hospital, guess who came back?
Yep. Blake. I knew it was him by the way he walked. Dancers had that way about them, especially male dancers. That wasn't what confirmed it for me; it was when he told the nurse at the counter his name.
"She's not allowed any visitors right now," the nurse told him.
I smiled, knowing I'd just been outside her room and could have gone in if I wanted.
Blake groaned, running his hand over his face. "Listen, I just need to talk to her. It'll only take a few minutes. I need to know that she's okay. I'm worried about her."
The nurse took a more abrasive approach. "You can't see her right now, and you certainly cannot talk to her. She's in a coma. No visitors allowed."
I didn't know much about Blake, but it was apparent Blake was worried about something. Why else would he be pushing to see her this much?
As he was leaving, I decided to have a little chat with him. "Blake?" I followed him out the doors of the emergency room and to his car.
Surprised, he turned around to face me with assessing eyes. "Who are you?"
My tone and smirk were condescending and they were meant to be. "I'm Evan Masen." I let my name sink in for a moment. He knew right then I was a hockey player. If my size and defensive edge didn't give it away, my name did. Blake swallowed. He knew exactly who the fuck I was, and it wasn't just off the name. He'd seen me before. Here. We passed in the hall the other night. Now that I had a face to go with the
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