Rhys
I remained on my knees, the cold of the ice seeping through my gear as I touched Kayden's forehead. He was burning like a furnace, just like the last time I had seen him on the ground in the restroom stalls.
"Are you alright?" I asked, but he couldn't even respond as he shut his eyes in pain.
The medics swarmed past me, their footsteps echoing beside me as they reached Kayden.
I watched them lift him, my chest tight with concern I had no right to feel. I shouldn't care. In this game, care was a liability. Even though I was the Captain, I had priorities, and it was the team's win. I had never stopped because of a distraction, but today, I did, and it cost us.
When the crowd started rejoicing and mocking us, I knew that we deserved it. By the time I made it back to the locker room and joined my teammates, I expected the atmosphere to be unfriendly and that they would blame me, but I was shocked when they all gathered around me.
