The team doctor was already there. He was kneeling over Jax. There was a small puddle of red blood on the white ice near Jax’s ear. It made my stomach turn.
"Move! Get out of the way!" I pushed a teammate aside and dropped to my knees in the cold snow.
"Jax? Jax, can you hear me?" My voice was shaking. I reached out and touched his shoulder. My hands were covered in blood from the fight, but I didn't care. "Jax, please open your eyes."
"Liam, stay back," the doctor said. "He might have a head injury."
"I don't care! Is he breathing?" I looked at Jax’s pale face. He looked so small on the big ice. He looked like he was just sleeping, but the blood told me he wasn't.
Then, Jax’s chest moved. He took a long, shaky breath. His eyes flickered. He groaned.
"I've got you," I whispered. You
