Perils

The authorities arrived and we all explained what had happened and gone down in the lobby. Sven Kramer’s body was taken by the cops, who reassured us that even if the man woke up and survived, he wouldn’t be bothering anyone from now on. That was welcome news to hear.

I watched two policemen drag Sven’s body into the back of a squad car. His arms were pinned behind him and handcuffed together. He hadn’t woken up and I had to think that there was no way he would have lived the fury I had channeled into the blows I landed on his skull. I was furious and I had every right to be so. He had attacked innocent people and killed two - Dimitri and Tyler Seguin - and that wasn’t okay.

When the police had all of the information they needed and understood all that had occurred, the four of us walked outside of the UC and found Christina and Nathan, who saw us and came over. They knew something else had happened but they didn’t dare to question it. Instead the two of them helped Jonathan out.

My brother was like a drunk person, barely able to move by himself. The blow to his head had been a wicked one, enough to draw a ton of blood and discoordinate him. Nathan and Christina grabbed his arms and aided him.

Sidney Crosby offered to drive all of us and get us help. We allowed him, knowing he wasn’t a threat and only a nice Pittsburgh Penguin. I held Val close to me, while Nathan and my friend looked after the Captain of the Blackhawks. We quickly made it to the hospital in Chicago and hurried inside. Val and Jonathan were tended too, while Christina and I remained with Nathan and Sidney.

“So you broke up with Sven and he had it out for you?” the Penguin questioned me, attempting to be caring and show concern over the subject and matter at hand.

“Yeah. Truth was, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I thought it was the right thing. I consulted Christina and she thought it was the best idea. But I didn’t think Sven would go all crazy. He killed Dimitri and he could’ve seriously hurt the NHL.”

“That explains why he went after all of the players you cared about: Saader, Kaner, Tazer, Reilly, Landy, Kinny, and Nichy,” Christina stated.

“But what about Tyler?” Nathan questioned.

“That’s where I’m a little lost, honestly. I think it was just a test. I don’t love Tyler, but he’s a friend of Nichy’s and I did technically care about him.”

“But what about Bergy, Marchy, Carl Soderberg, Jamie Benn and all of the other guys you like?” Christina asked.

“Too many and Sven was cornering the ones I cared for the most. Though Jamie Benn is up there...maybe Jamie wasn’t available.”

Sidney patted me on the shoulder, “I’ll never hurt you or Jonny. No matter what I do on the ice, you have my word that I will never target anyone you care about.”

“Awe thanks Sid.”

“Mostly it’s because I don’t wanna get on your bad side. I’d rather not have you chasing after me with a butcher knife.”

I frowned, but then flashed him a smug look. “Touch Nichushkin and see what happens.”

“I won’t.”

“Good. Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“Fantastic. I mean it.”

“And I swear I’ll never go near the Russian!”

“Awesome.”

“Evelyna, that’s enough!” my friend laughingly scolded. She had taken a break from mooning over Nathan.

Shortly thereafter, Jonathan and Val were released, with their wounds dressed and in smiles. They both ran over and hugged me and then my brother dipped his head and allowed me to spend time with my baby Russian. He pulled Sidney over to the side and resumed in the conversation that the two were having, before Sven had clobbered Jonny over the head.

I ran my fingers lightly over the dressing on Val’s head. “My poor baby. Мне очень жаль. I’m so sorry. Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, wearing his innocent smile on his face.

“I’m so happy you’re okay. I’ll never let anything happen to you again my baby. You’re my Russian love forever!”

He nodded and I embraced him again.

“Я люблю тебя. (I love you.)”

“Я тоже тебя люблю. Давайте вернемся к моему месту и дурачиться. Если вы понимаете, о чем я?! (I love you too. Let's go back to my place and fool around. If you know what I mean?!)”

He grinned now, understanding me and my intentions. I was going to pleasure him in a way that he’d never known before. I was looking forward to this a lot. I had ever since I first laid eyes on him. Finally I could be with him and love him.

Before long we were out of the hospital and headed our separate ways. Sidney had to return to Pittsburgh, but he joked with Jonathan, telling him not to get in anymore trouble. My brother laughed and said that he would try his best. And we all made sure to thank him. We couldn’t have survived without his help.

Dare I say that…

...Sidney Crosby saved the NHL and Valeri Nichushkin.

(Man, that sounded strange to say...)

Notes

Uh....It's entirely weird to say....dang.
TWO CHAPTERS LEFT (AND EPILOGUE)!!!!


Next up: That Russian...he's just so....lovable!!!! :D