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Hit or Miss
part thirteen
Buffalo Sabres/Boston Bruins
Jason POminville/Zdeno Chara
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Roy cringed as he heard Jason's voice from the locker room bathrooms. The entire team was pretending not to listen, but Jason was yelling. Ryan was unabashedly listening, worried for his friend. Jason's voice floated across the room, "Zee. Pick up. You don't get to do this. I get a say in this. I still want to be with you, and I know you still want to be with me. Pick up the damn phone!"
Derek finally stood up, smiling weakly to his teammates. "I'll... go..."
"Yeah," Ryan said quickly, "Take care of our captain."
The others exchanged glances, but continued on to their pregame rituals. Derek entered the bathroom and said, "Princess?"
Jason flung around, looking annoyed. Derek grinned and said, "He'll call."
"He said in a few days." Jason said, looking at his phone.
"No," Derek walked over, sitting on the sink, "He said once he resettled."
"There's nothing to resettle." Jason flipped his phone open and close, "Why is he doing this?"
Shrugging, Derek remained silent, hoping Jason would keep talking. Jason sighed and looked into Derek's face, and Derek noticed the slight red rimmed eyes. Jason was good at covering up, but not that good. "What did I do wrong?" Jason asked, "Why did I make him run?"
"I think..." Derek said, "I think I made him run. I'm sorry."
"That's ridiculous." Jason said, dismissively.
"Not as ridiculous as you thinking it's your fault. Zee loves you. That giant monster loves you." Derek hopped down, placing his hands on Jason's shoulders, "Wait it out."
Jason took a deep breath, "Ok. Ok... let's go beat... whoever we're playing tonight."
"The senators!" Derek said in disbelief.
Jason's lip curled as their rivals were mentioned, "Oh. Them. Let's kill those guys."
"Hustle! Hustle!" Jason yelled, skating as fast as he could, positioning himself by the net.
Looking around, he noticed that he was completely surrounded by Senators, and they were attempting to push him out of the way. Jason grit his teeth, pushing back, when he caught eyes with Roy. Jason barely had time to smile, when he saw the puck fly from Roy, through the legs of their competitors. Jason turned quickly, tapping the puck past Auld. The triumphant sound of the Sabres' goal horn sounded and Jason threw his arms up into the air.
Roy skated up to him, side by side, as they returned to the bench. Sitting down, Lindy walked over and leaned down. "Welcome back, boys. Tell me before you take any extended vacations, ok?"
The two friends laughed, turning back to the game. "Yes sir," They said.
Jason looked up at the score board. They were tied now, with about half of the third period to go. A few more shifts in and Lindy tapped Jason. "You're in, son."
Jason leapt over the bench and skated out, racing towards his position. He saw Connolly gain possession of the puck. Hearing his name yelled, Jason accepted the pass and then turned abruptly. In an instant, he felt an excrutiating pain, and heard something crunching. Shutting his eyes, Jason screamed as loud as he could, before falling to the ice. The play was called and Jason looked up into the face of the Senator. It was a young kid, face pale in shock over how hard his hit had been. He looked scared and guilty. Jason keeled over, emptying his stomach contents onto the ice, the pain making everything blur. Before he knew it, he was being carried off the ice. Jason heard his name a bunch of times, before falling into blackness.
Jason leaned back in his hospital bed, dazed, unsure of it being a depression, or the pain medication. His limbs felt heavy and he knew, deep down, that if he weren't on the pain drip, he'd still be screaming. A knock on his door, and an upset Ryan Miller poked his head in. "How are you feeling, Pommers?"
Jason tried to shrug, but winced. "I... I don't know what is wrong with me. What happened?"
Ryan said, his face displaying his surprise, "They didn't tell you?"
"I mean... I know I hurt my shoulder. They don't know anything else." Jason looked fearful.
Ryan walked over, pulling up a chair. He sat down and took one of Jason's good hands. Jason began to shake lightly and tears began to form in his eyes. He breathed deeply, looking away, ashamed to be crying. Ryan took a shaky breath and said, "You know... You know that you're the best, Jason, the absolute best. You're the closest friend, a brother."
"Fuckin... what's wrong with me, Ryan. Spit it out." Jason hissed, chest clenching.
"Your shoulder. You tore your rotator cuff, and fractured your acromion... the bone covering..." Ryan lost his voice just then.
Jason knew what all of this meant. He had heard of injuries like this in the past. There was no coming back from injuries like this one. He shut his eyes, turning his head, "I could come back."
"Jason..." Ryan said.
"I said, I could come back. You don't know anything, Miller." Jason hissed.
Ryan struggled, taking a deep breath. He squeezed Jason's hand and lied, "Sure. You can come back."
part thirteen
Buffalo Sabres/Boston Bruins
Jason POminville/Zdeno Chara
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Roy cringed as he heard Jason's voice from the locker room bathrooms. The entire team was pretending not to listen, but Jason was yelling. Ryan was unabashedly listening, worried for his friend. Jason's voice floated across the room, "Zee. Pick up. You don't get to do this. I get a say in this. I still want to be with you, and I know you still want to be with me. Pick up the damn phone!"
Derek finally stood up, smiling weakly to his teammates. "I'll... go..."
"Yeah," Ryan said quickly, "Take care of our captain."
The others exchanged glances, but continued on to their pregame rituals. Derek entered the bathroom and said, "Princess?"
Jason flung around, looking annoyed. Derek grinned and said, "He'll call."
"He said in a few days." Jason said, looking at his phone.
"No," Derek walked over, sitting on the sink, "He said once he resettled."
"There's nothing to resettle." Jason flipped his phone open and close, "Why is he doing this?"
Shrugging, Derek remained silent, hoping Jason would keep talking. Jason sighed and looked into Derek's face, and Derek noticed the slight red rimmed eyes. Jason was good at covering up, but not that good. "What did I do wrong?" Jason asked, "Why did I make him run?"
"I think..." Derek said, "I think I made him run. I'm sorry."
"That's ridiculous." Jason said, dismissively.
"Not as ridiculous as you thinking it's your fault. Zee loves you. That giant monster loves you." Derek hopped down, placing his hands on Jason's shoulders, "Wait it out."
Jason took a deep breath, "Ok. Ok... let's go beat... whoever we're playing tonight."
"The senators!" Derek said in disbelief.
Jason's lip curled as their rivals were mentioned, "Oh. Them. Let's kill those guys."
"Hustle! Hustle!" Jason yelled, skating as fast as he could, positioning himself by the net.
Looking around, he noticed that he was completely surrounded by Senators, and they were attempting to push him out of the way. Jason grit his teeth, pushing back, when he caught eyes with Roy. Jason barely had time to smile, when he saw the puck fly from Roy, through the legs of their competitors. Jason turned quickly, tapping the puck past Auld. The triumphant sound of the Sabres' goal horn sounded and Jason threw his arms up into the air.
Roy skated up to him, side by side, as they returned to the bench. Sitting down, Lindy walked over and leaned down. "Welcome back, boys. Tell me before you take any extended vacations, ok?"
The two friends laughed, turning back to the game. "Yes sir," They said.
Jason looked up at the score board. They were tied now, with about half of the third period to go. A few more shifts in and Lindy tapped Jason. "You're in, son."
Jason leapt over the bench and skated out, racing towards his position. He saw Connolly gain possession of the puck. Hearing his name yelled, Jason accepted the pass and then turned abruptly. In an instant, he felt an excrutiating pain, and heard something crunching. Shutting his eyes, Jason screamed as loud as he could, before falling to the ice. The play was called and Jason looked up into the face of the Senator. It was a young kid, face pale in shock over how hard his hit had been. He looked scared and guilty. Jason keeled over, emptying his stomach contents onto the ice, the pain making everything blur. Before he knew it, he was being carried off the ice. Jason heard his name a bunch of times, before falling into blackness.
Jason leaned back in his hospital bed, dazed, unsure of it being a depression, or the pain medication. His limbs felt heavy and he knew, deep down, that if he weren't on the pain drip, he'd still be screaming. A knock on his door, and an upset Ryan Miller poked his head in. "How are you feeling, Pommers?"
Jason tried to shrug, but winced. "I... I don't know what is wrong with me. What happened?"
Ryan said, his face displaying his surprise, "They didn't tell you?"
"I mean... I know I hurt my shoulder. They don't know anything else." Jason looked fearful.
Ryan walked over, pulling up a chair. He sat down and took one of Jason's good hands. Jason began to shake lightly and tears began to form in his eyes. He breathed deeply, looking away, ashamed to be crying. Ryan took a shaky breath and said, "You know... You know that you're the best, Jason, the absolute best. You're the closest friend, a brother."
"Fuckin... what's wrong with me, Ryan. Spit it out." Jason hissed, chest clenching.
"Your shoulder. You tore your rotator cuff, and fractured your acromion... the bone covering..." Ryan lost his voice just then.
Jason knew what all of this meant. He had heard of injuries like this in the past. There was no coming back from injuries like this one. He shut his eyes, turning his head, "I could come back."
"Jason..." Ryan said.
"I said, I could come back. You don't know anything, Miller." Jason hissed.
Ryan struggled, taking a deep breath. He squeezed Jason's hand and lied, "Sure. You can come back."