Opposites Attract
Crutches
Tuukka got back to his apartment around 5:30. In a state of shock, he didn't really know what to do with himself.
He resorted to opening the fridge and looking for something to eat, hopefully for dinner. 7 beers, a half-empty jug of milk, a few apples, some gatorade, leftover chinese food and a jar of salsa were all he could really find. Yum.
Grabbing the Chinese food, he tossed it in the microwave and looked around at his apartment. There were clothes everywhere, some panties from a puck bunny whose name he didn't remember, an empty pizza box and lots of beer bottles.
God, I need a maid, he thought.
His microwave dinged and he grabbed the reheated food and sat on his leather couch in his living room, turning the tv on to the news.
Of course, all of the news stations were covering the Boston Marathon, and it made Tuukka think back to the poor girl he saw today.
He'd been watching the Marathon in the stands, and loved seeing the faces of runners as they accomplished what they spent months on end training for.
He saw one runner and suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was completely focused yet smiling and her brown hair bobbed in her ponytail with every stride she took. She looked genuinely happy and it made Tuukka just watch her even more intently.
In a flash, the bomb went off and everyone in the stands started to run away in different directions. Tuukka didn't know what to do but then stuck his head up over moving heads. He wanted to see what had happened to the girl, and he saw her staring at her bloody legs.
He knew what he had to do, but a few seconds before Tuukka got to her, another blast went off.
She was extremely light in his hands. He started to search frantically for a medical tent and picked one out a few hundred yards away.
"Can you hear me?" He asked the girl as he was running to the tent, but she just stared at him blankly.
He set her down at the tent and let the doctor take over. He glanced at her entire body.
Holy shit, he thought as he saw the damage, mostly to her lower body. Oh my God.
He stayed there until he was ordered to leave by the doctors, as he was no longer needed.
The girl was taken to Beth Israel Medical Center for immediate surgery.
3 weeks after the surgery on her legs, Katie was walking on crutches, mostly using her right leg.
Like hell I'm using a wheel chair, if I am able to walk you can god damn bet I'm going to be, she thought to herself as she stared at the wheelchair in the corner of her living room.
She thought back to the surgeons instructions:
"Make sure you stay off it for a few days, using the wheelchair. And I mean completely off it. Use crutches for the next 2 weeks but if you feel any pain whatsoever, you get off those crutches and go back to the wheelchair for 2 days. After those two weeks are up, your incision should be healed for the most part and you will be able to walk, but we recommend wearing the boot for a few days before you go right from crutches to standing, but it's not 100% necessary. Understand?"
Katie knew what to do, for the most part, and was happy that her time on crutches was almost up.
She knew that she had wanted to be some type of surgeon before the marathon, but after seeing those surgeons save hundreds of lives, (one of them being hers), her mind was made. Katie wanted to be a trauma surgeon and there was no going back.
Katie's apartment had 6 rooms: 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a laundry room and a master bathroom. She shared her apartment with Cara. Katie and Cara basically did everything together, except for their separate classes at Boston University. Cara wanted to be a nurse practitioner.
The door to the apartment opened to the living room, a wide space with 2 couches, a big, white, comfortable chair and a bay window that looked out to the city. To the left there was an island with stools and then the kitchen began, with a fridge, stove, oven, cabinets, all the works. Next to the kitchen on the left a door opened up to the small laundry room with a washer and dryer.
The right of the living room led off to a small hallway. The hallway contained the doors to the two rooms across from eachother and the master bathroom at the end of the hallway. The master bathroom contained a jacuzzi, shower, toilet and huge sink and countertop with a mirror stretching the length of the countertop, from the top of the ceiling down to the top of the counter. Makeup, toothpaste, hair products, toothbrushes, hair brushes and blow dryers littered the countertop.
Cara walked out of her room at 3 pm, and had clearly just woken up. "Hey Kate, what's up" she grumbled as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a yogurt, ripping off the lid.
"Nothing... excpet I get off my crutches today!" Katie squealed and Cara ran over and hugged her.
"This calls for a celebration," Cara announced.
"If you say so... where do you wanna go?" Katie asked.
"You know what? Let's go to the Bruins game."
Katie knew the head of security at TD Garden, Jimmy, because he and her dad were childhood friends that grew up together. Whenever Katie went to TD Garden, all she'd have to do was text Jimmy and their seats would be moved up as close as they could get.
Katie made sure her hair was curled and her make up was set, and she bounded out of the apartment in her Bergeron jersey with Cara in her signed Marchand one.
Cara got crappy seats in the balcony since it was such short notice, but that was no problem. Ten minutes after their arrival, Jimmy showed up. They hugged and talked and were moved to row 6 of loge 14, to the right of the Bruins goal post.
Tuukka geared up for the first playoff game tonight against the Maple Leafs. He laced up his skates and tried to focus on what he needed to do. Watch the 5-hole, eye on the puck, keep drinking water.
"Crush it tonight, Rask. You got it, don't stress so much," Chara said as he walked by in full uniform.
Tuukka nodded and kept his eyes down. He needed to be in his zone.
Soon after, Coach Julien walked through the door and gave a small pep talk that kind of flew over Tuukka's head. "Focus, good shots, remember the fans" was all he really picked out of it.
After that, Tuukka got up and pulled on his mask.
He led the team out of the locker room and out into the hallway, to the bench and then the ice, tipping over a puck as he skated on to the ice.
Game time.
He resorted to opening the fridge and looking for something to eat, hopefully for dinner. 7 beers, a half-empty jug of milk, a few apples, some gatorade, leftover chinese food and a jar of salsa were all he could really find. Yum.
Grabbing the Chinese food, he tossed it in the microwave and looked around at his apartment. There were clothes everywhere, some panties from a puck bunny whose name he didn't remember, an empty pizza box and lots of beer bottles.
God, I need a maid, he thought.
His microwave dinged and he grabbed the reheated food and sat on his leather couch in his living room, turning the tv on to the news.
Of course, all of the news stations were covering the Boston Marathon, and it made Tuukka think back to the poor girl he saw today.
He'd been watching the Marathon in the stands, and loved seeing the faces of runners as they accomplished what they spent months on end training for.
He saw one runner and suddenly couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was completely focused yet smiling and her brown hair bobbed in her ponytail with every stride she took. She looked genuinely happy and it made Tuukka just watch her even more intently.
In a flash, the bomb went off and everyone in the stands started to run away in different directions. Tuukka didn't know what to do but then stuck his head up over moving heads. He wanted to see what had happened to the girl, and he saw her staring at her bloody legs.
He knew what he had to do, but a few seconds before Tuukka got to her, another blast went off.
She was extremely light in his hands. He started to search frantically for a medical tent and picked one out a few hundred yards away.
"Can you hear me?" He asked the girl as he was running to the tent, but she just stared at him blankly.
He set her down at the tent and let the doctor take over. He glanced at her entire body.
Holy shit, he thought as he saw the damage, mostly to her lower body. Oh my God.
He stayed there until he was ordered to leave by the doctors, as he was no longer needed.
The girl was taken to Beth Israel Medical Center for immediate surgery.
3 weeks after the surgery on her legs, Katie was walking on crutches, mostly using her right leg.
Like hell I'm using a wheel chair, if I am able to walk you can god damn bet I'm going to be, she thought to herself as she stared at the wheelchair in the corner of her living room.
She thought back to the surgeons instructions:
"Make sure you stay off it for a few days, using the wheelchair. And I mean completely off it. Use crutches for the next 2 weeks but if you feel any pain whatsoever, you get off those crutches and go back to the wheelchair for 2 days. After those two weeks are up, your incision should be healed for the most part and you will be able to walk, but we recommend wearing the boot for a few days before you go right from crutches to standing, but it's not 100% necessary. Understand?"
Katie knew what to do, for the most part, and was happy that her time on crutches was almost up.
She knew that she had wanted to be some type of surgeon before the marathon, but after seeing those surgeons save hundreds of lives, (one of them being hers), her mind was made. Katie wanted to be a trauma surgeon and there was no going back.
Katie's apartment had 6 rooms: 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a laundry room and a master bathroom. She shared her apartment with Cara. Katie and Cara basically did everything together, except for their separate classes at Boston University. Cara wanted to be a nurse practitioner.
The door to the apartment opened to the living room, a wide space with 2 couches, a big, white, comfortable chair and a bay window that looked out to the city. To the left there was an island with stools and then the kitchen began, with a fridge, stove, oven, cabinets, all the works. Next to the kitchen on the left a door opened up to the small laundry room with a washer and dryer.
The right of the living room led off to a small hallway. The hallway contained the doors to the two rooms across from eachother and the master bathroom at the end of the hallway. The master bathroom contained a jacuzzi, shower, toilet and huge sink and countertop with a mirror stretching the length of the countertop, from the top of the ceiling down to the top of the counter. Makeup, toothpaste, hair products, toothbrushes, hair brushes and blow dryers littered the countertop.
Cara walked out of her room at 3 pm, and had clearly just woken up. "Hey Kate, what's up" she grumbled as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a yogurt, ripping off the lid.
"Nothing... excpet I get off my crutches today!" Katie squealed and Cara ran over and hugged her.
"This calls for a celebration," Cara announced.
"If you say so... where do you wanna go?" Katie asked.
"You know what? Let's go to the Bruins game."
Katie knew the head of security at TD Garden, Jimmy, because he and her dad were childhood friends that grew up together. Whenever Katie went to TD Garden, all she'd have to do was text Jimmy and their seats would be moved up as close as they could get.
Katie made sure her hair was curled and her make up was set, and she bounded out of the apartment in her Bergeron jersey with Cara in her signed Marchand one.
Cara got crappy seats in the balcony since it was such short notice, but that was no problem. Ten minutes after their arrival, Jimmy showed up. They hugged and talked and were moved to row 6 of loge 14, to the right of the Bruins goal post.
Tuukka geared up for the first playoff game tonight against the Maple Leafs. He laced up his skates and tried to focus on what he needed to do. Watch the 5-hole, eye on the puck, keep drinking water.
"Crush it tonight, Rask. You got it, don't stress so much," Chara said as he walked by in full uniform.
Tuukka nodded and kept his eyes down. He needed to be in his zone.
Soon after, Coach Julien walked through the door and gave a small pep talk that kind of flew over Tuukka's head. "Focus, good shots, remember the fans" was all he really picked out of it.
After that, Tuukka got up and pulled on his mask.
He led the team out of the locker room and out into the hallway, to the bench and then the ice, tipping over a puck as he skated on to the ice.
Game time.
Notes
I kind of jumped a few weeks after the surgery, but nothing reallly happened with Katie... just classes and getting around in her crutches. Tuukka just played hockey, practiced and worked out, went out with the guys a few times and fucked a few puck bunnies... so nothing unusual there either.- The titles for my chapters are probably just going to be things included in that chapter, but I'm not saying they're not important
- fun fact: i actually know the sahcurrity and they're basically best friends with the entire team.. they have a picture with the stanley cup and claude, with the stanley cup and bergy, chara and thorty, and they have championship rings from 2011... i'm beyond jealous.
- actual stuff will happen in the next chapter! .. i'll have that done by tomorrow night at the latest
Love this!!! Tuukka is super sexy.
4/26/14