The sound was the worst part. That flat c***k against the boards, loud enough to carry over the noise of forty guys warming up. Then nothing. The whole rink just stopped.
I was standing before I even knew I stood up. My hands were already on the railing, gripping it so hard it hurt, and I didn't remember deciding to do that either.
"Josie." Harlow grabbed my arm. "Josie, he's not moving."
"I can see that."
Trainers were already out there, two of them jogging across the ice, and Coach Hale right behind them. The rest of the team had stopped too, stuck down, gathered in a loose half circle a few feet back, nobody saying anything.
He wasn't moving. He was down on his side, one hand pressed flat against the ice like he was trying to push himself up and couldn't quite get there.
"Come on,
