Jake Abbot
After the game, I rushed to the locker room. I pulled out my phone and called Winter. I cursed when she didn't answer. I ripped off my equipment. Something was wrong.
"Whoa, dude. Where's the fire?" Dallas, a defender exclaimed as I threw my gear around. I ignored him. In record time, I was out of my leg pads, chest protector, and skates.
"Jake?" I whipped around, still wearing my hockey pants. Wyatt was at the door, still dressed. The look on his face told me something was wrong.
"Why the hell are you still dressed?" Warren questioned, exiting the office.
I moved away from my locker, "Where the hell is Win," I demanded, and the locker room went silent.
He sighed, "Medic room one."
I pushed past him and ran to the medical wing, which was located between the locker rooms.
