The Hot Hockey Player

Chapter 2 - Jude 🏒

Her head is balancing off and on, right to left. At first, I think it is the turbulences occurring within our flights. A lady seats before me, just let out a little scream which reminds me of my mother who would have absolutely made those little noses, was she in that plane but, it isn't what's happening. As seconds are passing, I know the girl next to me is experiencing something else. She isn't in a good state. She's right next the corridor and is about to fall even though she is tied. We all know how tight those seatbelts are. I grab her by the waist just in time and see something making a light. I know she isn't feeling well having experienced it several times with my best friend and that little something just proves it to me. I know right away this is an insulin pump. Her shirt goes up a bit so that's how I see the machine hanging to her pants. I quickly take a look while asking Colin for something sugary.

A big "LOW" written in red is facing me and two little white arrows keep going down. It means her blood sugar is still going down. Colin — two rows behind me — stand up and come to me with a big smile on his face thinking I am just hungry. And as a diabetic himself, let me tell you that the kid always have something with him. I normally do too but this time unfortunately, I don't. I know there's always a doc with us when we travel, so is food. And then, no problem here for me not having something. But let's just say outside this particular situation, I've always something.

Seeing the girl in my arms and instantly noticing the insulin pump, he gives me the cereal bar before returning to his seat, his face all serious. I am dumbfounded for a moment and just look at my teammate on the other side of the corridor with big eyes, sharing the same look as him. But that was before I see him coming back with something else and the doc. Two sugary sticks this time, maybe better to give to someone in this state.

I see the look Colin gave me, the one who told "What are you thinking again, asshole?" And I give him a sheepish and a sorry smile before losing it again when I see that the girl — now on the floor — is still not responding to the doc attempts at waking her up.

The passengers are all trying to see what's happening on that plane and the already tiny space is being crowded. Even kids are trying to see what is happening and I just can't help but yell a little bit.

"People, watch your fucking kids. This is not a damn joke," I say with a cold but firm voice.

The doc throw me a thankful smile before returning to the girl on the floor, with more space to help her the best she can. She isn't responding to anything, nor the "miss, what's your name ?" or the "miss, do you hear me?". No, nothing at all. It goes this way for a good 6 or 7 minutes (which is already a lot) before the doc decides to come with another approach. The insulin pump is still beeping, with only one arrow down now but still that big LOW written. She directly unplugs the pump, slightly insulting herself for not thinking about it before.

"Weird it doesn't have any name on it," murmurs Colin. "She's been down for too long, look", says my best friend with a big frown taking all over his face, the now unplugged device between his hands. And yes, she is down since too much time. She was sleeping I think, so I did not really saw something abnormal but when she woke up and started doing weird things, I knew something was up.

I can't stand seeing him like this. He knows this could be dangerous for the girl and tried to help the best he could. And then I see a resigned look on his face and I try to ask him about it. But he speaks to the doc before I can say something.

"Use my GlucaGen Kit,"  he says with a firm voice.

I try not to interfere. I'm really trying. But this is against what I ever fought for when it comes to him. I know I look like a worried girlfriend here but that thing is what would maintain my friend alive if something similar would happen to him. Yes, we are going home but still. Who knows what could happen in the next hour ? No one and certainly not me. And I am not the kind of guy to play with fate.