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Oblique Is My Best Angle
Seventeen stitches. Antibiotics. Tetanus booster that hurt worse than the stitches. Oblique fracture of the distal fibula.
The doctor didn’t believe me when I said I’d walked on it. Ran, even. He just shook his head and told my dad maybe the cougar hit me in the head.
And then he used that word again, nodding to the newspaper my dad won’t stop carrying around, shoving into everyone’s face who will listen, that I’m the girl who saved the NHL star. I’m the “hero.”
Not a hero. Just Hollie.
And I’m dying to know how Ryan’s doing. My dad tried to call Vancouver General, but the press is all over it, so the hospital isn’t releasing any details. I could call Revelation Cove, but Miss Betty won’t be there. She and Tanner will be at the hospital. With Ryan.
Which
