Rhys
I groaned and tried to push myself up with my right hand, but my left arm was dead weight, throbbing with a rhythm that told me something was seriously wrong.
Even when the referees, the medical team, and my teammates rushed towards me, all I could focus on was how we were down by one.
Then the commentator's voice sounded as I was being lifted onto a stretcher.
"And a devastating turn of events for the North Avalanche!" the commentator's voice boomed over the PA system. "Rhys Calder is down, and he is not moving. That was a thunderous, bone-jarring hit by the Bears. The captain is in serious trouble, folks. Will he be able to play in the next period?"
"Of course I can still play," I said through gritted teeth, even as the movement of the stretcher sent another sharp wave of pain through my shoulder.
