>Sebastian
I declined any post-game interviews. Bishop was eating up the camera’s attention as I dragged myself back to the locker room. The game had been just as brutal as the last, if not more. There was an inevitable lecture about my time in the bin coming, but hopefully, Coach would take mercy and let me just go home for the night. Even when we won, there was always something to fix.
I stalled in the locker room long enough to see everyone back from the trainers. Beddard was out for ten days, Hintz a week, and Johnston on light practices for a week. I avoided the worst of it, but that didn’t mean their hits didn’t hurt me.
When I left the building, the Senators were gone. There was some mercy left in the world if I didn’t have to see Bishop again or Lynlee with him. After Nate g
