hit or miss 8
Hit or Miss
Elise
part 8
Author's note: here is the LONG awaited next part. Thank you for yoru patience.
Jason sat on the bench, eyes dull and unseeing. His face was pale and the only sign of life was the constant flipping of his cellphone in his hands. Lindy skated by a few times, keeping an eye on his star captain.
It had been two days and Zee hadn't woken up. Jason felt like he was dying slowly, every night that Zee didn't wake up. He hadn't been able to eat all that much, let alone sleep. Zee was responding to the tests on his reflexes and it was hypothesized that there had been no brain damage, but the doctors would know for certain until the Bruin woke up. Ryan took it upon himself to move into Jason's apartment, watching after the forward. Normally that position would've been covered by Derek, but he was absent most of the time, and also turning inward. Marc had decided to stick around for a few days, also moving in. Neither men could get Jason out of his stupor, and it took the both of them to get him to practice.
Lindy skated by again, clapping his hands loudly. Jason slowly lifted his eyes, "Yeah coach?"
"You're up, son, think about the game." Lindy said, leaning in close.
Jason's eyes darkened and he looked onto the ice, seeing Thomas looking hopeful, and Derek avoiding his stare. Jason frowned but Lindy repeated, barking this time, "Pominville, you're up!"
Curtly nodding, Jason skated to his spot. Ryan grinned, hitting his stick on the ice, "Come on Pommers, you can do this!" he yelled to center ice.
Jason looked down into Ryan's face, almost losing his cool. The team knew he was struggling. Skating in a circle, Jason nodded at Thomas and looked at Derek. Derek was still avoiding him, and had done so since the hospital. He watched Thomas get the puck, and burst into action, following Thomas lead.
Jason could barely focus. His hands kept slipping on the stick, and he kept missing passes, or passing to empty positions. He didn't score once on Ryan, let alone assist any. Jason turned to Lindy, face red in embarrassment. Lindy shook his head and covered his eyes, "Work together. Please?"
"We will try harder," Thomas said, frustrated.
Jason's doubt over his captaincy returned. He had placed that frustration into Thomas. He couldn't get a goal, he couldn't lead, he couldn't make anyone happy. Worst of all, Jason thought, he didn't stop those men from hurting Zee, his Zee.
Lindy shook his head, "break. We'll let the Peters line go for a bit."
Jason turned to his linemates and said, "i'm sorry, guys, I am."
"We understand, Jase," Thomas said, giving a supportive smile, "Right, Roy?"
Derek looked at his skates and said, "Right. Better luck next time."
Jason felt his chest tighten as he watched Derek skate away. Jason took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. Thomas' jaw dropped as Jason's fists slowly clenched and he yelled after his friend, "We're not like you!"
Derek froze, shoulders tight. Jason could see his breathing was heavy, and the back of his neck was blushing red, in anger. Jason yelled again, "He won't end up like that. He'll live!"
Jason finally couldn't hold back his emotions, hot tears burning his eyes. Derek shook his head and entered the locker room, ignoring his best friend, yet again, but hearing his words repeatedly in his mind.
Jason shrugged off Thomas' hand, skating away from the kindness of the gesture and the inevitable pity filled eyes. He saw Ryan skating towards him, and Jason ducked his head. He wanted to wake up, and return to the world where his best friend was there for him, and his true love was by his side.
Elise
part 8
Author's note: here is the LONG awaited next part. Thank you for yoru patience.
Jason sat on the bench, eyes dull and unseeing. His face was pale and the only sign of life was the constant flipping of his cellphone in his hands. Lindy skated by a few times, keeping an eye on his star captain.
It had been two days and Zee hadn't woken up. Jason felt like he was dying slowly, every night that Zee didn't wake up. He hadn't been able to eat all that much, let alone sleep. Zee was responding to the tests on his reflexes and it was hypothesized that there had been no brain damage, but the doctors would know for certain until the Bruin woke up. Ryan took it upon himself to move into Jason's apartment, watching after the forward. Normally that position would've been covered by Derek, but he was absent most of the time, and also turning inward. Marc had decided to stick around for a few days, also moving in. Neither men could get Jason out of his stupor, and it took the both of them to get him to practice.
Lindy skated by again, clapping his hands loudly. Jason slowly lifted his eyes, "Yeah coach?"
"You're up, son, think about the game." Lindy said, leaning in close.
Jason's eyes darkened and he looked onto the ice, seeing Thomas looking hopeful, and Derek avoiding his stare. Jason frowned but Lindy repeated, barking this time, "Pominville, you're up!"
Curtly nodding, Jason skated to his spot. Ryan grinned, hitting his stick on the ice, "Come on Pommers, you can do this!" he yelled to center ice.
Jason looked down into Ryan's face, almost losing his cool. The team knew he was struggling. Skating in a circle, Jason nodded at Thomas and looked at Derek. Derek was still avoiding him, and had done so since the hospital. He watched Thomas get the puck, and burst into action, following Thomas lead.
Jason could barely focus. His hands kept slipping on the stick, and he kept missing passes, or passing to empty positions. He didn't score once on Ryan, let alone assist any. Jason turned to Lindy, face red in embarrassment. Lindy shook his head and covered his eyes, "Work together. Please?"
"We will try harder," Thomas said, frustrated.
Jason's doubt over his captaincy returned. He had placed that frustration into Thomas. He couldn't get a goal, he couldn't lead, he couldn't make anyone happy. Worst of all, Jason thought, he didn't stop those men from hurting Zee, his Zee.
Lindy shook his head, "break. We'll let the Peters line go for a bit."
Jason turned to his linemates and said, "i'm sorry, guys, I am."
"We understand, Jase," Thomas said, giving a supportive smile, "Right, Roy?"
Derek looked at his skates and said, "Right. Better luck next time."
Jason felt his chest tighten as he watched Derek skate away. Jason took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. Thomas' jaw dropped as Jason's fists slowly clenched and he yelled after his friend, "We're not like you!"
Derek froze, shoulders tight. Jason could see his breathing was heavy, and the back of his neck was blushing red, in anger. Jason yelled again, "He won't end up like that. He'll live!"
Jason finally couldn't hold back his emotions, hot tears burning his eyes. Derek shook his head and entered the locker room, ignoring his best friend, yet again, but hearing his words repeatedly in his mind.
Jason shrugged off Thomas' hand, skating away from the kindness of the gesture and the inevitable pity filled eyes. He saw Ryan skating towards him, and Jason ducked his head. He wanted to wake up, and return to the world where his best friend was there for him, and his true love was by his side.