as i stir awake conor is on his phone. he's still spooning me but scrolling instagram. i turn in his arms to face him, kissing his cheek good morning. he smiles down at me and sets down his phone. he strokes a strand of hair behind my ear. tonight we have practice from 4 to 7 then clean up at the facility and take a plane to vancouver. The Blackhawks play the canuck's tonight then we fly straight to New Jersey to play the devils. double whammy. i still haven't packed. shocker.
"i hate to kick you out but i have a lot to do today..." i say to conor
"i know i know. i'm gonna go home and pack. wanna go to the rink together? kevin and i will pick you up?" he asks
"sounds great." i say
"good. i'll text you when we're on the way" he says while closing my door.
right after i close the door i call eleanor to tell her what just happend while i pack. she tells me about her and kevin and then we part ways. i shower and get ready for the day and tidy up my apartment before i leave. we'll only be gone 3 days but i hate coming home to a dirty place. i catch up on the bachelor while i fold my laundry and soon enough conor and kevin are here. i take my things down to their car and we all drive to the rink together.
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the plane ride is uneventful, the most exciting thing that happend was lukas reichel falling onto nick folignos lap.
as soon as we land we go straight to the rink for practice then a game a few hours later. the game begins and chicago is down by 2 after the first period the score being 0-2. half way through the second period rem pitlick takes a nasty hit from vancouvers quinn hughes. i'm rushed into the ice for the first time and i look down at a pained rem.
"it's okay. i'm here." i tell him setting my bag down and grabbing a towel. he shows me where it hurts, his ribs. he is assisted skating off the ice and we go back to the trainers room.
"lets take off your gear, we're gonna see if we need an echo." i tell him while helping him remove his gear. it reeks.
"thanks boldy." he says, he's clearly in pain just insisting to hide it.
"okay i'm going to press down on your ribs let me know when it hurts" i tell him
i gently press my hand against his left rib until he winces. i look at him trying to keep my eyes calm and un telling. he is assisted skating off the ice and we go to the medical room. i start my echo and see that his rib it perforated.
"im so sorry rem. you have a perforated rib. it's going to be atleast 1 month to 1.5 months. we will have you in for treatments to hopefully speed up the healing process. i'll let you be for a while." i tell him, leaving the room. as i shut the door i hear him scream in anger and throw his gear. i pause for a moment, feeling guilt. that i can't fix him.
i walk back out to the game and tell the assistant coach about rem. he tells the head coach and conor looks at me. i give me a look to tell him what's happened. he gives me a small nod and returns his attention to the game. they've now tied it up 2-2 and the 3rd is beginning. conor has an assist to kevin and i make eye contact with el. i go back to the trainers room to check in on rem, his things are packed up and he's already gone back to the hotel. i finish out watching the game and chicago wins 4-2. as everyone changes i fill out rems injury report. i send it to one of the orthopedic doctors i work with back in Chicago to make a plan for his recovery.
me, conor, eleanor, and kevin are going out to dinner. kevin and conor say that they have a suprise for us but im scared. then eleanor tells me last minute she has a bad migraine so her and kevin are staying back.
i put on jeans and a white top, a simple outfit. conor is wearing nicer lulu pants and a nice long sleeve shirt. we uber to a bar and we sit down at a small table. but we sit on the same side.
"so ah your meeting my parents tonight." he tells me scratching his neck. conor starts smiling and laughing and my jaw is slightly opened.
"and you didn't want to tell me?" i ask
"well they wanted to see you and i knew you'd be worried so i thought i'd save you the trouble." he explains.
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A/N
sorry it's been so long. life got busy i guess... also sorry about this odd ending to a chapter but i need to publish it.
