My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 107

Enzo

I thought we were finally free at first when I watched Edward run away with his tail between his legs, but as I looked over at Nina and saw the puddle of blood growing around her, I knew that the real fight had only just begun.

She appeared to be in shock. When I picked her up, cursing under my breath for what Edward had done to her, she looked momentarily confused before she promptly lost consciousness from the blood loss.

“Shit,” I whispered as I held her in my arms. I closed my eyes and tried to teleport, but I couldn’t. Whatever poison Edward had given me must have stunted all of my abilities, just like he said it would. If it weren’t for Nina healing me earlier, I would’ve been dead by now from blood loss.

I had to get Nina out on foot. Lisa had mentioned before that these tunnels were underneath the school, where they used to transport the bodies back when the school was supposedly a sanatorium. There had to be an entrance in the school, then. I was certain that Edward had been using it to get in and out of his office without being detected.

The sliding metal door, which now lay on the ground in a crumpled heap, sparkled slightly as I carefully stepped over it from the electronics inside the keypad being smashed. The large chains, which were still hooked around my wrists, felt heavier than lead as I walked, but I couldn’t let them stop me and I didn’t have the time right now to figure out how to get them off. If I didn’t hurry, Nina would bleed out.

I made my way through the tunnels, periodically looking down at Nina’s helpless body in my arms to check if she was still breathing, until the tunnel eventually widened and began to angle upwards.

Lisa wasn’t lying, I thought to myself as I walked, picking up my pace. This must have been where they wheeled the bodies down.

I passed a large room that appeared to be a morgue. All of the mortuary cabinets were open, so it was empty -- but I couldn’t help but wonder if Edward would have stuffed my body in there if he had gotten his way and killed me.

Eventually, the tunnel came to an end, and I was met with two double doors. I pushed on one, shifting Nina’s weight into one arm, and it opened with ease. As I did so, I heard her groan slightly, which was a good sign. At least she wasn’t dying just yet.

The doors led me into a dark room that looked almost like a storage room, and suddenly, as I heard the bubbly female voice on the other side of the door, I knew exactly where I was: Tiffany’s office.

“Tiffany!” I shouted, bursting in through the doors and causing her to screech. She leaped off of her stool, dropping her phone, and clamped her hand over her mouth as she saw me and Nina.

Quickly, she picked up the phone. “I-I’ll call you back,” she said, gesturing for me to lay Nina down on one of the beds. “Sick student.” She hung up, then ran over to me. Her eyes landed first on Nina, taking in her bloodied and bruised appearance, then slid over to me, taking in my equally bruised and bloody appearance as well as the chains on my wrists.

“Don’t ask,” I said, crouching to cup Nina’s face in my hands. “Just fucking help her.”

Tiffany nodded and ran to grab a cart of medical supplies. She wheeled it over, then I helped her to cut through Nina’s shirt with a pair of scissors and move the fabric aside.

Nina’s stomach made a squelching sound. It was even worse than I thought; Edward had dug his claws into her stomach when he barged past her, leaving her with two enormous gashes right on her stomach.

“Holy shit,” Tiffany said under her breath. I watched, horrified and clutching Nina’s tiny hand like my life depended on it, as Tiffany cleaned the blood away around the wound. She then disinfected the wound, which made me grateful that Nina was knocked out, and began to stitch it up.

When she was finished, she ran over to the sink and sanitized her hands. “Get that IV cart from over there,” she said, pointing with a bloody finger at a tall metal rack with wheels. I jumped up and grabbed it, wheeling it over, then watched as she dried her hands and came over. She placed a plastic bag of fluids on the rack and connected a long tube to it, then inserted the IV needle into Nina’s arm.

As she did that, Nina’s eyes suddenly shot open, wide and frenzied. She began to thrash, screaming something about not wanting to take her medicine. I ran over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her down into the bed and bringing my face closer to hers so she could see me.