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Claude and Dietra ihting it out

My eyes stayed pinned on Max, who rolled on the ice in pain as he tried to clutch his way past the bulky pads to grab at his knee I kneas bad I kneas co staff even reached hi back to the locker rooet Ryker

It was definitely Max’s knee, and whatever it as severe enough that he could not get off the ice without assistance It doesn’t happen often, but soh to warrant a stretcher, and this just happened to be one of those tio and is in the process of stretching He’s ice cold, having been sitting in the locker rooa been caught up in the ferocity of play out on the ice, he won’t be as invested

Not that his heart won’t be in it, but his oalies

We are so fucked

And to make matters worse, because Claude hooked a breakaway player, Atlanta is going to have a penalty shot on Ryker They’re going to have an opportunity here really soon to seal this game

As they lift Max to the stretcher and start to strap him down, I skate over to Ryker, who has now lifted hi in sives ame"

I put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze as atch theot this," I tell hioalies in history"

"Daht," he says back, with a flash of teeth and a confident s to let that puck in"

"We’ll celebrate over beers e put these fuckers away," I counter

"I’ll be the hero of the century once I seal this up," he says with a chuckle, and I give hiet serious, because our banter is born from nervousness and we need to push that aside

"Seriously," I tell him as I step in close, put ainst his "You got this"

"I got it," he says, and then turns away from me to take his place in front of the net

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I need Kate

I don’t want to need Kate I don’t want to need Kate