Elena’s POV
The arena was an inferno of panic.
Down on the ice, the trainers were carefully lifting Ethan onto the stretcher, his face contorted in agony as he clutched his re-injured knee. The crowd was screaming, the scoreboard clock was ticking down with less than three minutes remaining, and our school was trailing 3-2.
Near the glass, the head official marched over to Coach Henderson, blowing his whistle sharply. "You need a sub on the ice right now, Henderson! Name your line or take a bench penalty!"
Coach dragged a hand over his face, looking back at a depleted, demoralized bench. There was no one left.
Suddenly, the heavy rubber doors leading to the medical corridor creaked open.
A quiet hush rippled through the nearest bleachers as Evan emerged. He looked like a soldier drag
