Right on cue, the heavy metal door of the locker room swung open with a loud creak. Frayer burst inside, panting heavily, clutching a large, white plastic medical box under his arm, his messy hair sticking out in all directions.
"I found it!" Frayer gasped out, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Sorry, Coach! The medical wing locked the most effective ointments in the secondary vault, and the keycard was glitching-"
Frayer froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in horror as his gaze dropped from Ryan's stoic face down to me sitting bloodied, bruised, and tear-stained against the concrete wall.
"Oh my gods," Frayer whispered, clutching the medical kit to his chest like a shield. "Coach... what did you do to her?!"
"I didn't do anything to her, you i***t," Ryan snapped, rolling his eyes dra
