Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

MEGHAN

“W

hat do you mean he’s not here!” I practically yell from my spot behind Izzy.

“He was brought to the hospital," the team doc tells Izzy, who - unlike me - is acting like a normal person.

“Why?! What’s wrong?! Is he going to be okay?!” I push myself into their conversation.

The guy sighs and looks at me. “Look, I can tell you’re upset, and I’m sorry. But I can’t tell you any more. Confidentiality and all that.” He holds his hands up and steps back. “Sorry.”

Izzy grabs my arm before I can tackle him and force him to answer my questions. “They always take the players to the same place.”

“Where?” When she doesn’t immediately answer I try to calm my tone. “Where, Izzy?”

She sighs. “Amore Medical Center.”

“Thank you.”

“Zach and I can drive you over when he comes out.”

I shake my head. “I’m going now.”

“Meghan…”

“Sorry.” I start backing away. “I can’t wait.”

Izzy calls after me but I’m already rushing down the hall.