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The rink lights are off now, casting long shadows across the empty bleachers. The air still smells of cold and steel, and a faint echo of blades scraping ice lingers. I'm standing in the corridor outside her apartment, my heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to break free. The door swings open, and she's there—pale, trembling, her eyes glassy with pain. Before I can even whisper her name, she collapses into me, a dead weight that I catch with a gasp. "you?" My voice cracks as I lift her, cradling her like she's made of glass. I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft sheets, my hands shaking as I search for the source of her agony. My fingers find a bandage beneath her shirt, and the world stops. "Dove… what's this for?" My voice is a low growl now, barely co…