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Page 43 of Puck Me

I stare hopelessly at my red, swollen leg. I thought I was getting better. How could I be so stupid? I was warned I couldn’t fall during the treatment, and that’s exactly what I did.

I should go. Right now. To the top of the building. I could get there with my crutches. Finally stepping off the edge would be a relief. It’s not like there’s anything left for me.

“Chester?”

I look up to see Noah and Xavier retreating at Storm’s urging.

“Storm.” Fuck, I don’t want him anymore. I want to be left alone so that I can do what I have to in order to leave this sad, useless life behind.

“Talk to me,” Storm murmurs.

“I’m sorry for calling you here,” I say stiffly. “It was inappropriate. You can go. Please, I want you to go.”

“That’s not gong to happen, Chester.” Storm steps closer and slips into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Tell me.”

“I can’t do this,” I whisper. “I can’t, Storm. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“I know,” Storm says simply. “I know, Chester. I’m not going to let you hurt yourself, though.”

“Don’t you understand? THIS—being alive—is hurting me! I thought… I thought I could handle it, but I can’t, I can’t, Storm. I can’t do this anymore.”

“We can do it, Chester. Together.”

“Yeah, right. We’re not together anymore. You chose your job over me, remember?”

Storm sighs. “I remember. I’m not going to make excuses for my actions, but I will tell you that I was wrong. I should never have chosen my medical license over my love for you. I’ve been miserable without you. I want you back, Chester, if you’ll have me.”

I squint suspiciously at him. “How do I know you’re not just saying that to talk me off the ledge?”

“Chester, you know me,” Storm chides. “Would I really do that to you?”

“No,” I admit. Of course, he wouldn’t.

“Then will you forgive me? Will you give us another chance? I was going to call you tomorrow anyway, but you got to me first.”

“What about your license?”

“I’m not without resources of my own. I hired a private investigator, and she uncovered your stalker as some ex of yours, some guy named Milton. She managed to destroy the evidence your guy has and found how he’s been tracking you. You’re going to need a restraining order. I’ve made my apologies to Dr. Kline and withdrawn my threats. I’m going to be doing community service at his clinic to atone for what I did, and he’s agreed to keep you in the trial.”

“Fat lot of good that will do,” I mutter.

“You’ve made great progress during this trial. You can do so again. I believe in you, Chester.”

I’m glad that Storm has sorted things so that he won’t lose his license, but it leaves one niggling doubt in the back of my mind.

“If you hadn’t managed to erase the evidence…”

“I would still want to be with you, Chester. I’d have taken the consequences of my actions over staying away from you. I love you, and I want to be with you.”

“I love you too.” Against all expectations, I find myself smiling. “I want to be with you as well. If you’re willing to try again, then so am I.”

“I fucked up, Chester, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” Storm leans in and kisses me, and when our lips meet, the pain in my leg seems to fade into the background, and for the first time in weeks, I feel like everything will be okay.

Epilogue

Storm 3 years later

Iwatch in awe as Chester skates across the ice. It’s been a long three years, but it has been more than worth it. Just six months ago, Chester was cleared to play ice hockey again. He re-joined his old team and stepped back into his old life, with one exception. This time, I’m part of his journey, and I couldn’t be happier.


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