Roy’s POV
I kept my face straight.
That was the only reason no one noticed anything was wrong.
Reuben was sitting on the bench, sweat dripping down his face, teeth clenched as he cradled his arm against his chest. The medic was fumbling, nerves obvious, and instinct took over before anyone could stop me.
“Hold him steady,” I said, already crouching in front of him.
Reuben’s eyes widened. “Roy—wait—”
“Breathe,” I ordered. “On three.”
One. Two—
He screamed before I even got to three. The sickening pop echoed across the rink, sharp and final. Reuben gasped, then sagged forward, panting, shock replacing the pain.
“Dislocation corrected,” I said calmly, already wrapping his arm to immobilize it.
The team stared at me like I’d just performed some miracle.
“Damn,” one of them muttered.
