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Today we have a snippet from Final Shot, Overtime Trilogy #2, my current MM hockey romance projects. Our word prompt today is “Orange” and in this week’s snippet Dan’s about to come face to face with a life-altering medical problem.
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I’d never been so happy to get vitamin T shots in my life. I’m not a fan of needles but after a morning skate that had been intense, I needed more than the two prescription tablets I’d taken when I’d returned home to nap and rest. Bill had asked me how I was feeling when I’d shown up at the Bilko that night. Trying to be honest yet not be a wimp, I told him a shot of the T wouldn’t be a bad thing. So he gave me a double shot, one in the calf muscle high and one low near the ankle. Teradol was magic stuff, a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory that most professional athletes had firsthand knowledge of. After the injections he wrapped my ankle tight, and we wedged a skate on. Hurt like a fucker, but once it was laced it was okay.
Warm-up was when I first felt weird. Disjointed and short of breath. My left leg was pretty much numb from the knee down so there was no pain to contend with on that front. If I could shake the dizziness and sweats, I’d be good.
“Dan, you okay?” Rory enquired as we did our laps, taking a few shots on August to get him in the zone, not that he needed our help. He was a mental steel leghold trap. Once the jaws in his mind snapped shut, there was no opening them until after the game. “You look funny.”
“Mm, flu maybe,” I muttered, skating to the bench for a drink. I tossed my gloves to the nearest trainer, grabbed at the orange bottle a trainer shoved at me, and noticed that the tips of my fingers were blueish. “Fuck.” I swung my leg over the boards, my heart thundering in my chest, and went off in search of the head trainer.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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Oh no! That does not sound good!!!😱😱😱
Oh no! It sounds like he is in huge trouble. I hope he finds the trainer quick! Great job!
Susanne Matthews says
Oh my.That doesn’t sound good. Hope everything is fine.
Jean C. Joachim says
Crap! That’s not good. Don’t you dare kill him off!!! What happened? Ugh. Now I have to wait a week to find out.
Trisha Faye says
Ut oh! Not good. And not good to leave us hanging here either, you naughty girl!
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Oh no! Poor fellow. I hope he’s okay.