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aggressivelyaverage21 · 4 months

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Beatrice and Lilith, teammates, best friends, more. How is Lilith going to handle when Beatrice goes down hard on the ice?

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A somewhat short hockey AU that goes from getting to know each other to knowing exactly what each other needs.

It was amazing. Playing together.

Except.

Except when they played a team who took cheap shots.

Because Lilith had just watched Beatrice take a dangerous cross-check hard to the back. Beatrice had taken two hard strides as she skated backward to start the transition when Crimson of all people on the Princeton team broke her momentum with her stick expertly placed between the top of Beatrice’s pants and shoulderpads. Right where the padding wasn’t.

That bitch.

Beatrice's head snapped backward as her body curled entirely the wrong way around that stick before she fell hard to the ice. It was almost in the very same spot Lilith first told Beatrice she loved her, just outside the faceoff circle farthest from their bench.

It wasn’t the hit itself that was so bad as it was reckless. As much as Lilith didn’t like it, it was a part of their game— despite checking not technically being legal in the women’s game. Lilith had seen Beatrice take a lot of hits in their years as teammates, but one thing she always respected about her partner was that she always got up or made her way off the ice even if it was bad.

She’d seen Beatrice push herself with one skate as she was on all fours to get off the ice for a replacement rather than waiting for the play to stop when she’d taken a slap-shot off the ankle.

This time, however, Beatrice was still on the ice, and had been for a little while now. Lilith stood frozen for a second as she watched Beatrice slowly roll over, her hands moving behind her helmet as she pressed it into the ice from her elbows, sliding her knees up under her to get up.

Thank god for Camilla being there when Beatrice paused her efforts, a gloved hand between her shoulder blades, an attempt to soothe through layers of padding as she waived over to the bench for Todd, their athletic trainer, from where she was knelt beside Beatrice.

Shaken from her initial shock, Lilith lost it. She bolted forward to approach the player responsible for Beatrice’s pain. The only thing that had stopped her fist from connecting with the player’s cage was Dora intercepting her, holding her back with a glove on her chest and quiet words reminding her that they could actually use the power play.

The next time Lilith looked over, Todd was on all fours next to Beatrice, matching her posture as he leaned in, presumably asking her questions of what hurt. Seeing Beatrice in such a position, so clearly in pain made Lilith’s stomach roll. If Beatrice was as badly hurt as she could be, Lilith wasn’t sure what she would do, how she would play the next two periods worrying over her if she had to be taken to the locker room, or worse the hospital.

The only good sign she kept reminding herself, was that Beatrice was moving at least. She was conscious and clearly her spinal cord was still intact– yes, Lilith knew that to be a wildly unlikely possibility but this was Beatrice, and it was a possibility even if sim. They’d all seen girls taken off the ice in stretchers at some point. That was not something Lilith thought she would handle well if it came down to that for Beatrice.

As much as Lilith wanted to, she couldn’t go to her.

Camila was with her and as the captain she had to corral the rest of her team, and besides that, her and Beatrice had so far managed not to allow their relationship to join them on the ice. Well, other than when they would tap their gloves three times — a silent I love you — as they made their way to center ice for the first puck drop of the game. But aside from that, it was important to the both of them to keep it professional, and keep what they had between them. It was the example Mary and Shannon had set before they had graduated and it was one they respected enough to follow.

As slow as she’s moving, Beatrice does get to her feet with Camila at one elbow and Todd at the other. Clapping filled the arena as the crowd seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief. Players tapped their sticks on the ice, in a show of respect as Beatrice took her stick from Todd. It continued for a second as she gingerly skated off still between the trainer and Camilla, her weight shifted mostly on her left skate as she pushed mostly with her right, surely an attempt not to shift her back too much.

Lilith waited for her by the door to the bench nodding to Todd as he stepped from the ice. Beatrice paused as her first skate stepped onto the rubber matt, making deliberate eye contact with her love– a silent “I’m okay” . Though the wince that flashed across her features as she stepped the rest of the way off the ice told a different story, but Lilith didn’t have time to call it out.

Beatrice was back on the ice for her line’s next shift, but she was moving so much stiffer than Lilith had ever seen. She even waited at the back door to get off the ice rather than jumping the boards up closer to where the forwards end of the bench was.

Chests heaving Beatrice and Lilith sat on the bench to catch their breath. Lilith grabbed a water bottle angry from the back side of the boards and squirted it through the cage of her bubble before passing it to Beatrice. “I’m fine, Lilith.” Beatrice’s glove bounced off the knee of Lilith’s shinpad, her voice soft and low.

Lilith knew better. She wasn’t. She wasn’t fine.

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