My Hockey Alpha - Season 1 Episode 24

Nina

I didn’t want to believe Enzo. I couldn’t believe Enzo! Werewolves? Talking skeletons? None of that was real. Surely this was all a daydream or a hallucination. I just needed to get home, sleep, and destress. A good night of sleep and a hot shower would make me feel better and I would realize that all of this was just in my head.

After nothing but nightmares all night, I resolved to march straight over to see Edward and see if he could help me. I was resistant to his therapy before, when I had the incident with the cadaver, but now I was completely open to it. There was no way any of this was real. I needed serious help.

I crawled out of bed and put on a university sweater, jeans, and my glasses; lately, my contacts were #Chapter 24 Just o Dream

burning my eyes from lack of sleep, so I had given up on them altogether. Besides, people looked at me less with my glasses on. They helped me blend into the nerd crowd, so the popular girls who wanted my head on a pike for being caught with Enzo would leave me alone.

Once I was dressed, I went into the kitchen. Lori and Jessica were still asleep, so I slipped out without having to interact with anyone and made my way across the quad toward Edward’s office.

Edward let me into his office and had me lay down on the sofa. “More nightmares?” he said. I nodded and explained to him what I saw last night.

Edward sighed after hearing about my encounter with the talking skeleton and Enzo and sat in his chair across, from me. “Close your eyes… Good. Now I want you to repeat after me. There is no such thing as werewolves.”

“There is no such thing as werewolves,” I repeated. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated.

Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

By the end of the session, the hypnosis seemed to be helping. Everything that I saw in the anatomy lab was becoming a blur, like it was all a dream. Edward seemed pleased with my progress and told me to come back if I needed more help. Feeling much better, I sat up, rubbing my eyes after being in an almost dreamlike state for the past half hour, and then left for my internship.

Tiffany was waiting for me outside her office when I arrived. “Are you alright?” Tiffany said, looking concerned. “You look like you haven’t slept in a week.” I shrugged, pushing my glasses up on my nose. “Just stressed,” I replied. ” Lots of projects.”

“Yeah, medical school will do that to you,” Tiffany said. We walked together to the arena. “The boys are starting their tournament soon so we’ll be doing lots of physical exams for the next few weeks,” Tiffany explained as we walked in the chilly morning air. The leaves had finally begun to fall and it was really starting to feel like autumn now. With the morning fog and the smell of autumn in the air, I was feeling a lot better now.

Before we went into the arena, Tiffany stopped me outside and smiled warmly at me. “I just want to say that I’m glad you’ve stuck around so far,” she said. ” You’re a great worker and I really appreciate your help.”

I bit my lip and looked at the ground. I had still been planning on talking to the dean for a reassignment, but now I was reconsidering that decision.

Besides, at this point the dean probably wouldn’t even let me pick a new internship since we were already a quarter of the way through the semester. Maybe things would calm down soon and I could actually enjoy this internship, because I really did like the work.

With another smile, Tiffany opened the door to the arena and we went inside. The team was already practicing their drills when we entered. Justin was too focused on his form to pay any attention to me thankfully, and Enzo only shot me a quick glance before returning to training the team.

Tiffany and I walked over to the bench and started preparing a spot for physical exams. “The exams won’t be nearly as intense as the last ones,” she explained. “Just basic stuff. Checking for injuries, that sort of thing.”

I nodded and got to work as Tiffany started calling over the hockey players one by one for their exams. She stood off to the side for most of it, taking notes on my performance while I did most of the work. At this point, I was getting surprisingly good at being the team doctor, and even started to joke around with some of the players while I examined them. Even Justin was cordial with me, and by the time I was finished, I had almost completely forgotten about my dreams about the anatomy lab.

The last player to examine was Enzo. He came over and sat down on the bench, his brown eyes fixed on me the entire time while I checked his pulse, felt his muscular back and legs for injuries, and shined my little flashlight in his eyes. My heart raced while I examined him, partially from the romantic tension between us as he gazed at me and partially from the vague memories of my dream about him. I felt silly now for ever believing that he was a werewolf!

Once I was done, Tiffany helped me clean up while the team went to the locker room to change out of their gear and go to class. “You did great today,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nodded, feeling a little bashful that I was starting to fit into this job better than I expected. “Yeah,” I replied. “See you tomorrow.” Tiffany smiled and left with her medical bag. I opened my phone to see a text from Lori:

“Lunch?” it read. I tapped out a quick reply agreeing to meet her at the quad, then, walked over to the door and flicked off the main lights. Just before I left, though, I heard a sound behind me and looked over my shoulder to see Enzo skating by himself in the rink.

He was skating around with his stick, flicking the puck this way and that before hitting it into the net while I watched from the darkness. He went and retrieved the puck, then repeated the same routine. His form, under the single light above him, made him appear even more handsome… and a little solemn, in a way.

Enzo flicked the puck into the net again, then stopped halfway across the rink as he went to retrieve it and looked straight in my direction. Even though I was standing in the dark, somehow he saw me. He smiled at me, and my heart fluttered.