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Bood had to look away from the sad, devastated, and angry faces looking back at him. He had gone through everything Coach had said to him, but was instantly bombarded with questions. ‘Do they have any suspects?’ ‘Are they interviewing witnesses?’ ‘When can we go visit?’ were all the things Bood wished he had answers for.
“Guys…” He tried getting their attention, but the whole team was unfocused. They were screaming over each other, some on their phones, some drinking. It was a mess, and Bood only felt a bone-deep exhaustion.
“Hey!” Troy screamed over everyone.
Dead silence. Troy wasn’t used to raising his voice, so this really did catch everyone’s attention, and Bood nodded in appreciation.
“I can’t tell you any of those things, but I do believe we’ll have some answers in the morning. All we can do at the moment is sleep and wait.”
“This is bullshit-” Dykstra said angrily.
“I know, and I agree, but there’s nothing we can do. We can’t all go to the hospital, and we sure as hell can’t go out trying to do the cop’s job.” Bood rubbed his face in frustration. “Go to your rooms, try to sleep. I’ll see when they’re gonna be able to have visitors.”
Little by little, the guys went back to their rooms. Bood was sitting at the bar nursing a beer for the better part of an hour, waiting for the bar to empty. He could see that Haas was sitting alone and looking blankly at the bar shelves filled with bottles. Troy was on his phone at the end of the bar, and he was nursing his own drink. Wyatt was by his side, drinking quietly.
This was going to be a long night.
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By the time Yuna and David arrived, they found Coach Wiebe sitting alone in the private waiting area. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were slightly red.
“Any news?” David asked as he shook Wiebe’s hand.
“No change. Shane is still in surgery, Ilya finished his tests, but they are still waiting on the results to come out.” Wiebe directed them to the chairs. He’d gotten them both coffees once he found out they were inside the hospital. Something both were thankful for.
“Is he awake at least?” Yuna asked with a desperate hope.
“Not yet.”
All three of them sat alone in silence, waiting for anyone to step in with news.
The news came in the form of a tall woman, almost five AM.
“I’m guessing you’re all here for Shane and Ilya Hollander-Rozanov?” she asked, stepping into the room. Everyone stood up. “I’m Doctor Roberts.” She shook everyone’s hands.
“Good news first, they are both alive. Shane is still in surgery. He had a stab wound to his lower abdomen, so our primary concern was internal bleeding.”
Yuna felt her world stop spinning for a second, and the room felt too small for her. David held on tight to Yuna’s hand.
“The CT scan suggested there may be bleeding that couldn’t fully account for, so we proceeded with an exploratory surgery to identify the source and stop it.” She took a moment, but no one seemed to want her to stop talking. “But the important part is that he’s stable for now.”
“He’s going to be okay?” David’s voice was rough and barely there.
“Right now he’s doing as well as we would expect given the circumstances.” The doctor’s tone was sober and even, not giving anything away.
Yuna closed her eyes and swallowed the need to cry. “And Ilya?”
“Ilya came in with a concussion, a fractured hand, multiple cuts and bruises, and a bruise to one of his kidneys.” She could see the worried look that overtook them and kept going. “The kidney injury doesn’t appear to need surgery at the moment, but we’re monitoring him closely for signs of additional bleeding. At this time, we’re managing it conservatively.”
“That’s good.” David nodded like he was holding on to every ounce of good news.
“It is.” The doctor offered a small smile. “The CT scan is reassuring, but we’re continuing neurological monitoring. He’s still unconscious, but this isn’t uncommon with a head injury like his.”
She stopped and gave them a second to process.
“Are we allowed to see him?” Yuna asked with a shaky breath.
“He’s being transferred into a room, but it’s better if we keep visitation to a minimum.” She turned to the door. “I’ll have someone escort you there once he’s settled.” Then she left.
Yuna rubbed her face and pulled her hair into a ponytail. “Do you want to be in the room with him?” She asked David, but he just shook his head.
“You go be with him. I’ll head to their hotel to gather their things.” He turned to the Coach. “Is that okay? Can I get their things?”
“Of course.”
Yuna pushed inside the dark room. It was almost six in the morning now, but the room was dark. Ilya was still out of it, and she was glad he wasn’t awake to see the way her heart utterly broke at the sight of him.
Silent tears streamed down her face as she took him in. Face beaten black and blue, swollen, with some stitches on his forehead and lip. His hand was in a cast, and more bruises covered every part of him she could see. She could only imagine how the rest of him looked, but she didn’t want to focus on that.
“My sweet boy,” she whispered between her silent sobs. “Who did this to you?”
She brushed his curls back. They were wet, and she could only picture if it was from someone washing away blood, and the images her mind was coming up with just made her heart hurt more.
She pulled a chair closer to his bed and sat next to him. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t bring herself to relax enough to sleep. She had to watch over him, make sure he didn’t feel alone when he woke up.
“I’ll make sure you’re okay.” She laid her head on his bed, next to him, and kept brushing his hair. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
She couldn’t stop talking and trying to reassure him and herself that things would actually be okay.