Bear Meets Girl
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God, maybe I am too late.
Dee pulled Blayne off Dez and pushed her toward Novikov. Come on. She grabbed Dezs arm and led her down another hallway and into an empty room, closing the door.
What the fuck happened? Dez got out before the door opened again and Blayne walked in.
You cant stay, Dee told Blayne, if all youre gonna do is cry like a baby.
Snarling, Blayne stepped into Dee, pointing her finger in her face. Shes my friend, too, Dee-Ann! The tears started again. I love her.
Just yesterday you called her a bitch.
How can you bring that up? Blayne wailed.
Realizing that neither of these two would give her the answers she neededone talked too much and the other not enoughDez walked back into the hallway. Stay here, she ordered before she went in search of Crushek. She knew the bear well enough to know he wouldnt be part of the crowd, but she also knew he was there. Somewhere. He wouldnt leave Cella alone.
And Dez was right. She found Crush at the end of the long hallway inside one of the rooms. He sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his knees raised, his gaze focused on the empty bed. She stepped up next to him and held out her hand.
Crush looked at it and up at her.
Come on, she said.
He took her hand, but mostly got himself up off the floor. She led him back to the room where shed left an eye-rolling Dee-Ann and a still sobbing Blayne.
Oh, Crush! Blayne cried before running into the startled polar, her arms wrapping around his waist. You poor, poor man.
Dez closed the door, ignoring the look her husband gave her before she did.
What happened? she asked, figuring shed at least get most of the story from the three of them together.
Poor Cellas life is over! Blayne sobbed into Crushs chest, but Dez decided not to take that at face value. Instead, she focused on Dee-Ann.
The woman shrugged. She was hurt.
How bad?
Bad enough.
See? That wasnt enough information. So Dez then moved her attention to Crush, who was awkwardly patting Blaynes back.
Its my fault, he told her. All of this. I think its my fault.
Blayne looked up at him. Your fault? How can you say that?
I should have known Baissier would do something. I just never thought shed go after Cella like that.
Nope. Still not clear, so Dez went back to Dee-Ann.
She called me earlier. Said someone was following her. It never occurred to either of us that theyd take her out on the ice.
The ice? Someone attacked her during one of those hockey games? With hundreds, maybe even several thousand shifters nearby? Then Dez rememberedthe way Ric and Lock had looked outside. Theyd clearly been in a fight. But then ...
Dez looked at the three shifters. Was Cella shot?
Dee-Ann shook her head. No.
They destroyed her leg, Blayne whimpered.
Well, Dee corrected, mostly just her knee.
Her ... Dez scratched her head. Was she kneecapped in the bathroom or something?
No. It happened on the ice.
Dez studied the three idiots. Are you telling me you dragged me here for a fucking sports accident?
Figured youd wanna know.
I do want to know, Dee. Cellas my friend. But I want details. Telling me You better come to the hospital. They got Cella implies something different to me than a sports injury.
You dont undertstand, Dez, Blayne explained, pulling away from Crush as more tears flowed. Her career is over. Shell never play pro hockey again.
Is she going to be in a wheelchair?
Dee pulled a piece of jerky out of her back pocket. Why it was back there, Dez didnt want to know. Doubtful, Dee said. Once she gets that knee replaced and all, shell probably be back at KZS early next week. Were just waitin for them to finish the surgery.
Will she at least have a limp?
Nah. Our bodies take real well to replacement surgeries. Dee held up her arm, pointing at her elbow. Got this blown off during a hunt. Docs replaced it ... good as new. To illustrate, she bent what looked to be a mostly unmarred joint.
Dez pointed at the door. Get out. Both of you. Out. She grabbed Blayne by the back of her jeans and dragged her to the door, opening it and shoving her out. You, too, country. Out.
You sure are moody, the wolf complained before she ambled out the door.
Slamming the door, Dez faced Crush. What is going on?
Cella opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her mother ... and tears. Then she looked around the room. All those Malones. All that crying. Men and women. She felt like shed just woken up in a casket after being misdiagnosed as dead.
Mom?
Oh! My dear sweet girl!
Her mother hugged her and Cella could feel tears dripping against her neck. At least she hoped it was tears.
Itll be okay, baby. Her mother pulled back and stroked her hair. Youre going to be just ... just ... Eyes wide, she looked at Cellas aunts who just days before shed threatened to bare-knuckle fight. They all smiled down at Cella, then Kathleen began to cry, then Margaret, then ... good God, even Deirdre. Then all of them were crying. It was pretty ... strange.
Dee pulled Blayne off Dez and pushed her toward Novikov. Come on. She grabbed Dezs arm and led her down another hallway and into an empty room, closing the door.
What the fuck happened? Dez got out before the door opened again and Blayne walked in.
You cant stay, Dee told Blayne, if all youre gonna do is cry like a baby.
Snarling, Blayne stepped into Dee, pointing her finger in her face. Shes my friend, too, Dee-Ann! The tears started again. I love her.
Just yesterday you called her a bitch.
How can you bring that up? Blayne wailed.
Realizing that neither of these two would give her the answers she neededone talked too much and the other not enoughDez walked back into the hallway. Stay here, she ordered before she went in search of Crushek. She knew the bear well enough to know he wouldnt be part of the crowd, but she also knew he was there. Somewhere. He wouldnt leave Cella alone.
And Dez was right. She found Crush at the end of the long hallway inside one of the rooms. He sat on the floor, his back against the wall, his knees raised, his gaze focused on the empty bed. She stepped up next to him and held out her hand.
Crush looked at it and up at her.
Come on, she said.
He took her hand, but mostly got himself up off the floor. She led him back to the room where shed left an eye-rolling Dee-Ann and a still sobbing Blayne.
Oh, Crush! Blayne cried before running into the startled polar, her arms wrapping around his waist. You poor, poor man.
Dez closed the door, ignoring the look her husband gave her before she did.
What happened? she asked, figuring shed at least get most of the story from the three of them together.
Poor Cellas life is over! Blayne sobbed into Crushs chest, but Dez decided not to take that at face value. Instead, she focused on Dee-Ann.
The woman shrugged. She was hurt.
How bad?
Bad enough.
See? That wasnt enough information. So Dez then moved her attention to Crush, who was awkwardly patting Blaynes back.
Its my fault, he told her. All of this. I think its my fault.
Blayne looked up at him. Your fault? How can you say that?
I should have known Baissier would do something. I just never thought shed go after Cella like that.
Nope. Still not clear, so Dez went back to Dee-Ann.
She called me earlier. Said someone was following her. It never occurred to either of us that theyd take her out on the ice.
The ice? Someone attacked her during one of those hockey games? With hundreds, maybe even several thousand shifters nearby? Then Dez rememberedthe way Ric and Lock had looked outside. Theyd clearly been in a fight. But then ...
Dez looked at the three shifters. Was Cella shot?
Dee-Ann shook her head. No.
They destroyed her leg, Blayne whimpered.
Well, Dee corrected, mostly just her knee.
Her ... Dez scratched her head. Was she kneecapped in the bathroom or something?
No. It happened on the ice.
Dez studied the three idiots. Are you telling me you dragged me here for a fucking sports accident?
Figured youd wanna know.
I do want to know, Dee. Cellas my friend. But I want details. Telling me You better come to the hospital. They got Cella implies something different to me than a sports injury.
You dont undertstand, Dez, Blayne explained, pulling away from Crush as more tears flowed. Her career is over. Shell never play pro hockey again.
Is she going to be in a wheelchair?
Dee pulled a piece of jerky out of her back pocket. Why it was back there, Dez didnt want to know. Doubtful, Dee said. Once she gets that knee replaced and all, shell probably be back at KZS early next week. Were just waitin for them to finish the surgery.
Will she at least have a limp?
Nah. Our bodies take real well to replacement surgeries. Dee held up her arm, pointing at her elbow. Got this blown off during a hunt. Docs replaced it ... good as new. To illustrate, she bent what looked to be a mostly unmarred joint.
Dez pointed at the door. Get out. Both of you. Out. She grabbed Blayne by the back of her jeans and dragged her to the door, opening it and shoving her out. You, too, country. Out.
You sure are moody, the wolf complained before she ambled out the door.
Slamming the door, Dez faced Crush. What is going on?
Cella opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her mother ... and tears. Then she looked around the room. All those Malones. All that crying. Men and women. She felt like shed just woken up in a casket after being misdiagnosed as dead.
Mom?
Oh! My dear sweet girl!
Her mother hugged her and Cella could feel tears dripping against her neck. At least she hoped it was tears.
Itll be okay, baby. Her mother pulled back and stroked her hair. Youre going to be just ... just ... Eyes wide, she looked at Cellas aunts who just days before shed threatened to bare-knuckle fight. They all smiled down at Cella, then Kathleen began to cry, then Margaret, then ... good God, even Deirdre. Then all of them were crying. It was pretty ... strange.
