As usual, he turned first toward Ronnie and saw her wave at him; then, facing the other set of bleachers, he smiled and nodded at his family. Beyond them on the pier, he could see the crowd packed in the area closest to the courts, but it was clear just a little farther away. He wondered about that until he saw a fireball arc through the air.
The score was tied at twelve when it happened.
The ball had soared into the crowd again, this time because of Scott, and as Will returned to his spot on the court, he found himself gazing up at the pier, because he knew Marcus was there.
The fact that Marcus was so close made him tense with the same anger he'd felt the night before.
He knew he should let it go, just as Megan had advised him. He knew he shouldn't have troubled her with the whole story last night; it was her wedding, after all, and his parents had booked a suite at the historic Wilmingtonian Hotel for her and Daniel. But she'd insisted, and he'd unburdened himself. Though she didn't criticize his decision, he knew she'd been disappointed that he'd remained silent about Scott's crime. She'd been unequivocally supportive this morning nonetheless, and as he waited for the referee to blow his whistle, he knew he was playing as much for his sister as for himself.
On the pier, he caught sight of fireballs dancing in the air; the crowd had cleared near the railing, and he could just make out Teddy and Lance break-dancing as usual. What surprised him was the sight of Blaze juggling the fireballs with Marcus. She would catch one, then send it flying back toward Marcus. To Will's eye, the fireballs were moving back and forth faster than usual. Blaze was retreating slowly, probably trying to slow things down, until her back finally hit the railing of the pier.
The jolt probably made her lose concentration, even as the fireballs continued to fly her way, because she misjudged the trajectory of one of them and ended up catching it against her shirt. With another fireball following quickly, she reached for that one while pinning the former to her body. Within seconds, the front of her shirt became a sheet of fire, fueled by excess lighter fluid.
Panicking, she tried to bat out the flames, obviously forgetting that she still held the fireball...
A moment later, her hands were on fire as well, and her screams drowned out all other noise in the stadium. The crowd surrounding the fire show must have been in shock, because no one made a move toward her. Even from a distance, Will could see the flames consuming her like a cyclone.
Instinctively, he sprinted off the court, racing through the sand toward the pier. Feeling his feet slip, he lifted his knees to increase his speed, Blaze's screams splitting the air.
He barreled through the crowd, zigzagging from one opening to the next and quickly reaching the steps; he took them three at a time, grabbing hold of one of the pilings so he wouldn't slow down, then whipped around as soon as he'd reached the pier.
He shoved through the crowd, unable to see Blaze until he reached the clearing. By then, a man was squatting beside her writhing, screaming figure; there was no sign of Marcus or Teddy or Lance...
Will stopped short at the sight of Blaze's shirt, melted into her raw, blistered skin. She was sobbing and screaming incoherently now, yet no one around her seemed to have the slightest idea what to do next.
Will knew he had to do something. An ambulance would take at least fifteen minutes to get across the bridge and over to the beach, even without the massive crowd. When Blaze cried out in agony once more, he bent over and scooped her gently into his arms. His truck was close by; he'd been one of the first to arrive in the morning, and he began carrying her in that direction. Stunned at what they'd just witnessed, no one tried to stop him.
Blaze was fading in and out of consciousness, and he moved as fast as he could, careful not to jolt her unnecessarily. Ronnie came bounding up the steps as he was carrying Blaze past; he had no idea how she'd been able to get down from the bleachers and reach him so fast, but he was relieved to see her.
"The keys are on the back tire!" he shouted. "We need to stretch her out on the backseat--and when we're driving, call the emergency room and tell them we're on our way so they can be expect us!"
Ronnie raced ahead to the truck and was able to get the door open before Will arrived. It wasn't easy to maneuver Blaze into the seat, but they managed it, and then Will jumped behind the wheel. Peeling out, he floored it for the hospital, already certain he was going to violate a few dozen traffic laws along the way.
The emergency room at the hospital was packed. Will was seated near the door, staring out into the darkening evening. Ronnie sat beside him. His parents, along with Megan and Daniel, had shown up briefly but had left hours earlier.
In the past four hours, Will had told the story multiple times to countless different people, including Blaze's mom, who was in the back with Blaze now. When she'd rushed into the waiting room, Will had clearly seen the raw fear written on her face before one of the nurses had led her away.
Aside from learning that she'd been rushed into surgery, Will hadn't heard anything yet. The night stretched out ahead of them, but he couldn't imagine leaving. His memories kept taking him back to how she'd looked when they sat beside each other in third grade and then forward to the image of the ravaged creature he'd carried in his arms earlier that day. She was a stranger now, but she'd been a friend once, and that was enough for him.
He wondered if the police would come back. They'd arrived with his parents, and he'd told them what he knew, but they'd been more interested in why he'd brought Blaze to the hospital instead of allowing the paramedics to do so. Will had been truthful--he hadn't remembered they were on-site, and he could see she needed to get to the hospital immediately--and thankfully, they'd understood that. He thought he'd even seen Officer Johnson nod slightly, and Will had the sense that in the same situation, Officer Johnson would have done the same thing.
Every time the door beyond the nurses' station opened, Will searched for one of the nurses who'd been there to receive Blaze. In the car, Ronnie had somehow been able to get through to the hospital, and a trauma team was waiting; within a minute, Blaze was on a gurney and being led away. It was almost ten minutes before either he or Ronnie could think of anything to say to each other. Instead they sat motionless, holding hands, trembling at the memory of Blaze screaming in the truck.
The hospital door opened again, and Will recognized Blaze's mom as she walked toward them.
Both Will and Ronnie stood. When she was close, Will could see the tension lines around her mouth.
"One of the nurses told me you were still out here. I wanted to come down to thank you for what you did."
Her voice cracked, and Will swallowed, realizing his throat had gone dry.
"Is she going to be okay?" he managed to croak out.
"I don't know yet. She's still in surgery." Blaze's mom focused on Ronnie. "I'm Margaret Conway. I don't know if Galadriel ever mentioned me."
"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Conway." Ronnie gently reached out to touch her arm.
The woman sniffed, trying and failing to stay composed. "I am, too," she began. Her voice became more ragged as she went on. "I told her a hundred times to stay away from Marcus, but she just wouldn't listen, and now my little girl--"
She broke off, unable to contain her sobs. Will watched, paralyzed, as Ronnie stepped forward to hold her, both of them crying in each other's arms.
As Will drove the streets of Wrightsville Beach, everything stood out in glittering focus. He was driving fast but knew he could drive even faster. In a split-second glance, he was able to notice details that ordinarily would have escaped him: the soft, misty halo around the streetlamps, an overturned garbage can in the alley beside the Burger King, the small dent near the license plate of a cream-colored Nissan Sentra.
Beside him, Ronnie was watching him anxiously but hadn't said anything. She hadn't asked where they were going, but she didn't have to. As soon as Blaze's mom had left the waiting room, Will had stood without a word and stalked furiously back to the truck
. Ronnie had followed and climbed into the passenger seat.
Up ahead, the traffic light turned yellow, but instead of slowing the car, Will floored it. The engine revved and the truck shot forward, toward Bower's Point.