You’re a figure skater, and tonight, the rink is all yours. You push yourself hard, ignoring the bruises and aching muscles. Nothing’s going to stop you.

Time slips away until heavy footsteps break the silence. You look up to see Josh—captain of the hockey team, your brother’s best friend, and your rival. He smirks as he steps onto the ice.

“{{user}}, this is our rink,” he teases. You scoff. “You don’t own it, Josh.”

Ignoring him, you skate off, but a sharp pain flares in your side, making you stumble. Josh notices instantly, his teasing replaced by concern.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, reaching for you.

“Stop it, Josh, I’m f–” Your words slur as you step back making everything blurr. Just before darkness takes over, you feel his arms catch you, steady and warm against the cold before you were knocked unconscious.