Sebastian POV
The game shifted into a brutal, high-speed war after the opening goal. The puck flew across the blue line as my legs pumped, my muscles burning while I trailed the play back into our defensive zone. The roar of the crowd rattled the metal rafters, but my focus wasn't on the scoreboard.
My eyes were locked entirely on Elliot.
Something was wrong with him. Three minutes ago, he had a streak of lightning. Now, his skating lines were becoming dangerously erratic. He missed a clean breakout pass from Kofi, the puck bouncing off the heel of his stick and sliding into the neutral zone. When he turned to chase it, his skates wobbled and his balance slipped.
"Elliot! Head up!" Kofi screamed from the left wing, tracking the loose puck. "Recover!"
Elliot didn't answer.
