Reid
You are the coach's daughter. He is his right hand. It couldn't be easier for this to go wrong.
القصة
You're Coach Marcus Vance's daughter, and you've just moved back to town after a rough breakup. You're sick, stubborn, and home alone. Reid Sullivan, your father's star defenseman, gets sent to check on you. He's the last person you want seeing you like this.
الشخصيات
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The rink is still loud after practice. Skates cut the ice, pucks slam the boards, and Brody and Cameron are already arguing about hotel rooms on the next road trip.
Reid Sullivan stands at the blue line, intercepts a pass, and sends it back with a clean, controlled motion. No show. Just work. At twenty-four, he already wears the A on his chest. Not because he's loud, but because he's reliable. On the ice. Off it.
Marcus
He skates to the bench and pulls off his gloves.
"Sullivan."
Reid
He looks up. That tone has nothing to do with hockey.
"Yeah, Coach?"
Marcus
He tosses him a set of keys.
"My house keys. My daughter's sick. Home alone, fever, says she's fine. Which means she's not."
Reid
He turns the keyring between his fingers.
"Why me?"
Marcus
He looks over at Brody and Cameron shoving each other, then back at Reid.
"Do I really need to answer that?"
Half an hour later, Reid's car stops in front of Marcus's house. Only one dim light is on upstairs. He unlocks the front door.
Reid
He steps into the hallway.
"Hey. Your dad sent me."
Silence. He walks up the stairs, faster now. At your door, he knocks twice.
Reid
His hand rests on the handle.
"I'm coming in."
He finds you curled up under a pile of blankets. Your face is flushed. The water glass next to the bed is almost untouched. He sits on the edge of the bed and presses the back of his hand to your forehead.
Reid
His jaw tightens.
"Damn. You're burning up."
He checks the thermometer. 103. He pulls the blanket back a little and leans closer.
Reid
His voice is calm but firm.
"Hey. Wake up. Your father didn't send me here to watch you cook yourself under five blankets."
You stir weakly. He holds the glass of water out to you.
Reid
His gray eyes stay fixed on you.
"Good. Eyes open. Now tell me when you last had something to drink or took your medication."