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CHAPTER THREE – Hospitals and hockey sticks
Everyone arrived at the hospital safe and sound. It turned out that Scooter's machine had just come unplugged. He was still in a critical condition, but for the moment very much alive. Adam sat in the waiting room of the emergency department of the hospital. 'I hope Scooter's alright' he wished.
Adam stood to go to the bathroom. He was so concerned about his friend that he ran into someone he would have thought to in his normal state of mind to avoid.
'Adam Banks!' exclaimed Doctor Ian Clark.
Adam looked up in surprise. Doctor Clark was the last person he wanted to see.
'Now Adam. You haven't been playing hockey have you? You know its dangerous in your condition!'
'No Doctor. A friend of mine had an allergic reaction and I just came to the hospital with him.'
'Good to hear. But not about your friend, though. If I hear any mention of you playing hockey or exerting yourself in any way I will be forced to break my promise to you. Do you understand?'
'Yes Doctor' Adam replied.
The Doctor smiled at Adam. 'Don't worry. You will be fine to play hockey soon as long as you stick to my strict orders. Now, did you happen to catch the game on Saturday night on Fox?'
'Sure did, it was –' Adam was interrupted.
Another doctor had walked over to the pair. 'Are you Adam Banks?'
'Yes.' 'My name is Doctor Greg Armstrong. You will be very pleased to hear that your friend Scott is doing very well. Another minute and he would have been beyond help. You saved his life. You can go in and see him now, but I think it's best if you head home soon, son. It's very late.'
'I agree Greg. Go home Adam and get the rest you need.'
'All right. I'll just pop in and say good night to Scooter and then I will be on my way.'
'See that you are. Night.'
A few minutes later Adam was standing beside Scooter. He looked awful, but at least he was alive. Not noticing Adam's presence he continued to sleep, snoring loudly. Adam said to Scooter knowing he could not hear him, 'Good night Scooter. I will come see you tomorrow. Get better. In know time at all you will be back playing hockey. We will both be playing hockey.'
Adam returned to the dorms at 5am. Maybe he could get a few hours sleep before class started. As he entered the corridor to the varsity rooms, he noticed that all of his team were up and dressed to play hockey. 'What is going on?' thought Adam.
'Banksie!' cried Reily. 'Why aren't you ready to play? Where have you been?'
Adam noticed that they were all covered in horrible ant bites. 'I've been at the hospital with Scooter. He had an allergic reaction to the ants. He's going to be okay though' Adam added quickly seeing the look of concern and anger fill the faces of his teammates.
'Damn those Ducks!' screamed Cole as he punched the wall. 'They will pay for what they have done.'
'Save it for on the ice, Cole. See you out there in a few minutes Banks. Today is yet another day when you should be grateful you're not a Duck. And you better be out on the ice today. No wimping out. We will make those Ducks pay, but a traitor on our own team will pay more.' Riley gave Adam a significant death stare and walked past him.
'Be out in a few minutes' mumbled Adam nervously.
Exactly seven minutes later he was warming up with Varsity. Before he knew what was going on the game was into full swing. Adam tired to tell Charlie he was sorry about everything that had happened and he didn't want any part of it. But, Charlie wouldn't listen. 'He always is so stubborn' thought Adam.
Varsity were winning, as Adam knew they would. The gaming was going really bad until it got worse when Charlie shoved him. Then the fight was on. It was all a flurry of gear and fists until Adam felt a hockey stick come down hard on the centre of his head. In his disorientated state he noticed too late Charlie charging at him. Before he could react, he was smashed into the wall, exploding in pain he heard Coach Orion's voice ring out in the distance, but the ringing in his own head drowned this out...