Zoe didn't really know what was going on. She could feel the tears running like water down her face as she looked at Patrick lying on the ice. She watched as the paramedics loaded Patrick onto the stretcher, and then rolled him off the ice. She then turned to look at Tyler. He looked unhappy. Then he looked up at Zoe.

She looked away.

It wasn't that she was mad at Tyler. It was just the way Patrick had landed on the ice. It was nothing Tyler did purposefully. Patrick had always had something wrong with his gear and this time it was his helmet.

He would be fine. She hoped. The paramedics hadn't said anything. Nobody was saying anything. You could hear a pin drop. That was until the camera showed Zoe and her tear stained face. Everybody looked her way. It was like that dream where you showed up to school naked and everybody stared at you. Well that's how she felt at that moment. For a minute she forgot if she was even wearing clothes, so she quickly looked down to make sure she wasn't dreaming. That was when she realized that she should be at the hospital waiting for Patrick. She didn't care about the game anymore. She only wanted Patrick to be okay. He was the reason she was at the game.

And of course the guy that she currently lived with who was looking at Zoe with wide-eyes wondering what was going to happen when she finds out that he did it on purpose.

Or she wouldn't find out.

Tyler didn't want to lose her and at that point in time, he might lose her if he told her if hit Patrick on purpose. He, of course, had no clue that with the way he landed that he would crack his skull. Tyler just shook his head. He was going to get a slapping for this one. From his coaches, his teammates, and Boston. Everybody knew that he had hit Tyler because of Zoe. Everyone except Zoe of course.

Anybody who had eyes could see the way Zoe looked at Patrick on the ice, everyone except Tyler of course.

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Zoe had been sitting in the waiting room since the game ended. She didn't want to look like a bad girlfriend, but the rest the third period wasn't watched by her. She was too busy thinking about Patrick.

The Blackhawks had won. Some may say that the Bruins let them win, others may say that the Blackhawks were out for blood. And they went for the jugular.

Patricks entire team, along with Zoe, Michaela and Andrea, were sitting in the waiting awaiting Patricks pending arrival out of the O.R.. He had been in the operating room since before Zoe had gotten there. Doctors had come out every now and then to say that Patrick was going to be fine. It was just the way he had hit his head that it started to bleed.

It hadn't been anything "too serious" as the doctors had said. But it still worried Zoe. She shouldn't even be here. She should be with Tyler. But Zoe knew that Tyler would apologize for smashing Patrick onto the ice. She couldn't decide if she was mad or just upset about the whole thing. She was both, but she would pretend to be neither so that it wouldn't look like anything was going on between her and Patrick. Not that anything was. It was just feelings.

Feelings of love, and desperation, and love.

Zoe didn't remember when she had started crying, not until she felt a tear slid and smash into her lip. At about that same time a doctor came out saying that Patrick was out of the O.R. and that they could go in and see him.

"One to Two at a time though," the Doctor said before leaving it up to the team and the girls to decide who got to go first. Everybody looked at Zoe. Even the doctor as he walked away.

She just smiled to herself. She nodded her head before looking at Toews as if to ask if he would go with her into the room. He smiled before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the hall away from the waiting room.

Zoe didn't exactly know what to expect. Would he be awake or not she didn't know. She just wanted to make sure he was okay for herself. Her and Toews walked into the hospital room that smelled of sanitation and blood. Zoe hated hospitals.

On the side of the room she spotted Patrick. His eyes were closed but when he heard the door shut they opened slightly. Toews rushed over to his bedside and hugged him. Zoe smiled and for the umpteenth time that day she shed a tear. Jonathan whispered something into Patricks ear which was cause for Patricks attention to turn to Zoe before Jonathan backed away from his ear and said, "I'm glad you're alright bud." Patrick croaked a me too before looking at Zoe again.

Zoe didn't know what to do. She never did. So she walked over to his bedside and sat down on the bed. Patrick already felt better.

"Hi," Zoe said shedding yet another tear. Many this time. Patrick smiled, "How are you feeling?" Zoe asked hoping he wouldn't say his usual "I'm okay."

"I'm okay."

Zoe chuckled to herself. Patrick joined in realizing why she was laughing. They sat like that for a while until Jonathan coughed as if to snap them out of their moment. It worked.

"I should probably get back to my hotel," Zoe said, grabbing her phone out of her bag to see she had seven missed calls from Tyler. She didn't tell him she was going to the hospital to see Patrick. Now she really had to leave.

"Ya go back to your boyfriend," Patrick grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Zoe just looked at him, disappointed in him. He knew that look all too well but it never stopped him from speaking his mind.

"Goodbye Patrick."

Jonathan looked at Patrick smacking his palm to his head in the process. Patrick had no idea that Zoe was still in love with him. Jonathan also realized that Patrick had no idea that he was still in love with Zoe.

Zoe turned around one more time before leaving Patrick. She knew that if she walked out of this door that she wouldn't come back. And she didn't mean the hospital. But when she turned back, Patrick wasn't even looking at her.

She left.

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*Three weeks later*

It was Patricks first day back at practice since being discharged from the hospital. He didn't quite know how it was going to go but he was more than ready to get back to doing the thing he loved the most in life. Other than Zoe, but he had fucked that one up. He knew that and if he hadn't Toews had been there to remind him. All day. Everyday.

"I just don't get why you let her leave in the first place," Toews said catching the attention of every other guy in the room. Patrick never told Jonathan about cheating on Zoe. Mostly because he thought Jonathan knew. He was Patricks roommate after all.

"Jesus Christ Toews I cheated on her. I didn't let her go she left," Patrick said a little too loudly. If the guys weren't listening, they sure as hell were now.

"What are you talking about? When did you cheat on her?" Toews asked looking confused as to when all of this went down without him knowing. He was his roommate for gods sake.

"On those road trips," Patrick said.

"What road trips?"

"Oh my god Toews I really don't want to talk about this," Patrick said lacing up his skates.

"You didn't cheat on her," Toews said causing for Patrick to stop lacing his skates and look at Patrick, "I was your fucking roommate for the whole season. You did not cheat on her."

Every guy in the room was now looking at Jonathan. Patricks mouth was gaped open that it hit the floor.

"I woke up with a girl in my bed. Almost every out of town game," Patrick said disappointed with himself.

"Okay Patrick I'm going to say this once and only once. After every game you got drunk and yes girls went back to the room with you, bust trust me when I say you never laid a hand on them. I was in the room already every single time you came back from the club and the only thing you did was either puke or get in bed and sleep. I kid you not Patrick. I was awake when you came home and each time nothing ever happened. You crashed and then they crashed. Did you not think about how you were both clothed and on top of the covers whenever you woke up?" Jonathan said in disbelief that Patrick and Zoe had broken up because Patrick was too stupid to realize such little things.

"If you're fucking with me Toews I swear to god," Patrick said feeling vile rise up in his throat.

"I swear Patrick I'm not. I know how much to you love Zoe. I wouldn't make this up."

Patrick looked around the locker room at his teammates, who shared the same look on their faces that Patrick had, before his coach walked in.

"Alright boys out on the ice."

"Coach I need a minute," Patrick said before walking out of the locker room. He didn't even want to hear his coach talk about how he could take all the time he needs. He needed to punch something or throw something and he couldn't do that in the locker room.

"Goddammit!" Patrick threw a punch at the brick wall in front of him. Luckily he had his glove on so he didn't even feel the contact with the wall. He was going to throw another punch when he heard a voice yelling his name.

"Patrick! Patrick! What are the hell are you doing?"

"Zoe."

Notes

The results of not being tired. Sorry if the last chapter was dramatic, just trying to spice things up a little bit.

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