NHL imagines

Torey Krug

Here I sat in one of the various seats in the TD Garden watching the Boston Bruins take on the Detroit Red Wings. An original six match up as they like to call it. I proudly wore my Bruins jersey in the sea of Red Wings fans here in my section behind the goal of the visitors side. My friend (friends name) sat next to me in a Red Wings jersey. I watched as the Bruins switched the lines and Torey made his way on the ice with speed. The puck was passed down the ice and Torey took it right away as he then moved up the ice. Weaving in and out of players before he made it out to the side we were sitting at. He bit his tongue as he passed the puck on to one of his teammates. As his teammate went in to get the puck one of the Red Wings got the puck and made their way up the ice. The sea of Red stood up around me and I watched between the people as Torey skated quickly trying to fight the puck away. With a flick of his wrist the puck was hit away from the man in red. The puck sailed across the ice getting collected by one of our own players. The crowd had sat down and everything happened so fast after that. The puck was passed down the ice and hit the tip of a red wings stick before being deflected into the face of Torey. He hit the ice and the whistles were blown. I stood up and watched as he wasn't getting up at all. He laid on the ice. Motionless. The crowd went silent as all we could do was watch. The players had completely stopped and they skated over to the right benches. The team doctors rushed out onto the ice as Torey laid on his stomach. I can't watch this.
"(Friends name) come on we need to get down there." I spoke tugging on her sleeve and she nodded her head as we both collected our purses leaving our drinks as we need to get what's most important. We walked up the stairs quickly skipping one at a time as we climbed them up. The main hallway was getting closer with every step. The crowd stated cheering and I turned for a second to see him laying on a stretcher as they were pushing him off the ice. He gave the crowd a thumbs up and I finished climbing the stairs. The hallway was empty besides a few people waiting in line for food and drinks or just talking to people. We weren't running but we weren't walking. We flagged the security guard as we approached the door that led down to the locker room hallway. He nodded his head and he opened the door. I think they know us by now with how many games to how many times we have came through this door. We jogged down the hallway and the only thoughts running through my head was, what if he isn't okay? Voices were heard as we were getting closer with every passing second. We rounded the corner to the hallway to walk right to the locker room. They were just wheeling Torey in as we walked in.
"Torey." I spoke quietly trying to catch his attention.
"(Your name)?" He asked with a questioning look.
"It's okay Torey. I'm here." I spoke as he reached for my hand.
"Okay. Thank you." He spoke quietly squeezing my hand. I felt tears spring to my eyes as I stood above him as he laid on the stretcher.
"Let's run some tests and see how you are." One of the team doctors spoke catching our attentions.
"Yes sir." He spoke quietly as he let go of my hand slowly. A tear fell from his eye and I frowned a little.
"It's okay Torey. We will be right here. We're not leaving you." I spoke giving him a reassuring smile. He extended his arm out and touched my hand gently.
"I know you are worried (your name) but I will be okay." He spoke with a straight face. I nodded my head.
"I know you will." I spoke quietly and he smiled.