Definition of BRUISE - verb tense

1
-a archaic : disable
-b : batter, dent
2: to inflict a bruise on : contuse
3: to break down (as leaves or berries) by pounding : crush
4: wound, injure; especially : to inflict psychological hurt on

---

Tuukka woke up in a random green dorm. He wasn't wearing anything and the sheets on the bed covered just his midsection. He had a searing headache and had no idea where he was. He looked to his right to see a blonde, overly-tan girl sleeping naked.

What the fuck? Who is that? How did I get here?

The last thing Tuukka remembered was getting back to the club and seeing Seguin with that other girl. Then... he thought of Katie. For some reason he couldn't explain, he felt really shitty about himself.

The more he looked at this girl on his right, the more disgusted he was with himself. He didn't really understand it. He and Katie weren't dating, they hadn't even been on a date. So why did Tuukka feel so bad about having sex with a random puck slut, something he did all the time?

He hadn't even bothered too check his phone as he got up and pulled up his boxers and pants.
But the real question swarming Tuukka's mind as he dressed and left the dorm was: why is this 'Katie' so different?

---

Katie woke up to her bright room. It must have been about 11 in the morning, and she had a class at 1. Perfect. Her hangover wasn't that bad because she'd had a few drinks of water before she'd gone to bed. She looked in the mirror and saw a blue bruise on the right side of her head.

Dear God. I'm a mess, she thought as she moved the comforter off of her legs and swung them over the left side of the bed. She looked at her knee and saw dried blood and a big purple bruise surrounding it. What the hell? Jesus Christ, get it together Katie.

She walked into the living room and saw Cara sitting on the couch next to Seguin. She then continued to the kitchen but then stopped in her tracks. Wait. What the fuck? Why was Tyler in her living room?

She was standing at the kitchen and suddenly she remembered.

She remembered everything. She remembered the Bruins game, she remembered ordering an apple martini at the club, she remembered turning down Tuukka Rask, she remembered his hand grabbing her wrist, she remembered his scent... then she gasped and her eyes went wide as she remembered the entire walk home, crystal clear.

(She knew Seguin was at her house because he'd gone home with Cara, but it didn't really bother her.)

"...Hey, Kate? You ok?" Cara asked, looking up over the couch to see Katie standing there.

"I- yeah, yeah."

"Hey, is Tuukka in your room? I thought he left with you," Seguin added.

"I-- no, he's not. I went to leave the club and he wanted to walk me home, so I let him... then he left." She didn't really feel like giving any more of the details out, especially to one of his teammates.

"He walked you home? ...That's it? Did you find out where he went after that? None of us have heard from him," Seguin said.

"I'm not sure.."

"Alright, thanks."

Katie went to the fridge and grabbed a banana for breakfast. She thought about going for a run, but decided not to. Tomorrow.

But right now she had to shower and prepare for her class.

---

Tuukka pulled out his phone as he was sitting in the cab on his way home. Dead. Of course. He didn't even know what time it was, and he had practice at 2. Shit.

He got back to his apartment and checked the time on the wall. 12:19. He plugged his phone into its charger and got a water bottle out of the fridge.

He drank the water and leaned against the counter as he waited for his phone to turn on.

When his phone turned on, he had 2 missed calls and 4 text messages.

Both of the calls were from Seguin, one at 3 am and one at 11:36 am. Tuukka hadn't had answered the call at 3 am because he was too busy getting... well, blasted.

If I had answered that call, would I have left? Would I not have slept with that slut? Would I actually not be hating myself right now? he thought to himself as he switched to his messages. Could've, would've, should've.

One text was from Marchand at 2 am:
Hey Tuuk were leavin now, segs wants to stay with that girl but were goin, last call bro

Another was from Seguin at 2:15 am:
You leave with her? nice dude, u deserve it. be here another 45 min or so then leavin with this broad

The third one was also from Seguin at 11:08 am:
You didnt fuck her?? your gonna get so much shit for this in the locker room haha. where r u?

The fourth one was from Krejci at 11:59:
Let us know whats up tuuk, just making sure ur ok. also no practice today, everyones hungover

Tuukka replied to Krejci:
im fine, rough night haha.. thanks, see u tomorrow

He replied to Seguin:
haha fuck off dude, chicks not a bunny but i kinda like her for that... did find one later tho, got out of there bout 40 mins ago haha. been home 10 mins now

---

Katie walked out of her room dressed and ready to leave for class to hear Seguin talking to Cara.

"What's up?" She asked, not expecting at all to hear what came out of Seguin's mouth next.

"Nothin really, just telling her Tuukka's fine. He got back to his apartment about 10 minutes ago, phone died," Seguin said nonchalantly, looking at the tv.

Katie's eyes dropped and she looked at the floor. She knew exactly what that meant, he didn't have to say it and she sure as hell didn't want to hear it.

She readjusted her grip on her laptop and left for class, shutting the door quietly with a hurt look on her face.

---

Notes

2 chapters in one day, yeah i know mhmm
sorry if this is making you sad-ish; remember, this story is not completed
I'M A NICE PERSON OK I LIKE WHEN YOU GUYS COMMENT SO PLEASE DO

---running on a good 90 minutes of sleep hah!!! new chapter tomorrow night or saturday