No Sense of Direction

Chapter Thirty Nine

-Milan-

"I don't know what's going on between you and Kat," I growled as I was face to face with Crosby, "But you stay away from her."

"What's your problem?" he glared and stood in front of me.

"You're my problem! She's my girl! My fiancé! Do you not understand that she's taken?!" I growled and then pushed him a little.

It's been two weeks since I visited Kat in Pittsburgh, it was time for our game against the Penguins, and I planned to show my hatred towards Crosby there. I had never mentioned to Kat that she had said Crosby's name in her sleep the first day, and then the second night, when we were having sex, she moaned his name. I wasn't stupid, I knew something was going on. I know Kat's not the cheating type, but Crosby was definitely trying to pull something, and I didn't like it. When I called my mother, wanting to talk to her again about their dress shopping experience, she confessed to me that Crosby had gone with them, that got me angry.

"She's not your property!" he growled as he pushed me back, and this got the attention of our teammates.

"Don't you understand that she's not single! She not on the market!" I growled, not knowing any other way to explain to him that he couldn't go after her.

"Stop making her out to be a piece of meat! She's a person!" he growled and I shoved him hard and he almost fell back.

Some of his teammates came at me, but then some of mine went after them. It was the middle of warm up, the game hadn't even started, and we were at each other's throats. As soon as Crosby stepped onto the ice, I couldn't control myself, I saw red and charged at him. I know I was stupid to do that, but I didn't care, he pissed my off for the last time.

There was a crowd of players, and I fought my way through to find the person I was looking for. I found his numbers and gripped on him tight, pulling him back and dropping him to the ground. I climbed on top of him, and my fists were going everywhere, and I felt him get a few good ones at me.

I was being pulled off of him, I was thrown to the ground, and had a good one land on my cheek. The refs were piling in and pulling us all apart, I felt someone grab my jersey and I was being drug away. I managed to look up to see that my Captain was the one pulling me away.

I stood up and stood back seeing how Craig Adams and Shawn Thorton were still throwing some punches, but the refs got in there and pulled them apart. Because it was still before the game started, no penalties were thrown out, but warm up was cut short and we were forced back to the locker rooms.

-Katrina-

"What the hell is going on?" I asked as I left my office hearing whistles being blown and fans cheering loudly. The game hadn't even started, so I was completely confused as to what going on.

"Katrina!" I heard and then saw my Uncle Dan running passed me and heading towards the ice.

"What?" I yelled and then followed him to see that there was a huge pile up and all the guys were throwing punches and some of them, I'm not sure if they knew where their punches where landing, "What happened?" I asked hoping that someone would answer.

"Lucic and Crosby were arguing and then they started to fight," I heard and then looked to my side to see that a fan had explained to me what happened.

"Thanks," I muttered and he nodded his head. I walked into the bench and stood by the door next to Marc, because Tomas was going to be in the net tonight, "Who started it?"

"Your boy," he muttered and I growled.

"Dammit, Milan!" I hissed then saw Tyler Kennedy fly from the crowd, only to turn around and skate back in.

The fight was broken up and I looked to see that Pascal and Matt Cooke were holding Sidney back. There was blood on the ice and my heart stopped as I looked around to see were the large amount of blood had come from. Most of the guys had a busted lip or something minor, but that blood, something was wrong."

"He's on the ground!" someone yelled and I looked over to see that Tyler Seguin was on the ground holding his arm.

"Tyler," I breathed as I saw the blood dripping from his arm.

He must have been on the ground and someone accidently stepped on him. I watched as the new Bruins trainer ran out onto the ice and wrapped a towel around his arm and helped him off the ice. My eyes were wide and I was scared. I saw Milan looking over towards me and I felt like I wanted to cry. He looked like he wanted to come over towards me, but Chara grabbed his jersey and pulled him off of the ice.

"Kat!" my head snapped around and Sidney skated over towards me, "What the hell was that about?!"

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head and honestly not knowing why Milan had just attacked Sidney, "Are you all right?" I asked as I placed my hand on his cheek and seeing the busted lip, the cut cheek and eyebrow.

"I'm fine," he snapped and then stormed off the ice and walked back towards the locker room.

"Kat, what happened?" Uncle Dan asked and I shook my head, not knowing.

"Who stepped on Tyler?" I asked as Geno and Kris came over towards me.

"I don't know, I'm pretty sure I punched Tyler in the face," Kris said and I sighed, "Kat look, I know he's your boyfriend and all, but he-"

"I know, trust me I know," I told Kris as I sighed and looked back out onto the ice to see that they were cleaning up the blood, "I'm just as pissed about this as you are."

"Go make sure Sid all right," Geno said and I nodded my head and walked past the boys, heading into the locker room to see that Sidney was leaning against his locker looking pissed.

"You all right?"

"I'm fine Kat!" he growled and I gulped and nodded my head.

"Let me know if you need anything," I said and then walked out of the room.

"Katrina!" I turned around and my Uncle Dan was over, "Will you go help them?"

"Tyler?"

"Yes," Uncle Dan said and I turned around and started to run towards the visitor's locker room.

I stormed in, seeing the guys stand up when the saw me. I heard Milan call my name, but I rushed passed him and ran into the room where I heard Tyler crying out in pain.

"Ty," I said as I walked passed him.

"Kat, make him stop!" he cried and I looked down to see that the trainer, who looked like he needed to retire, was trying to stitch up Tyler's arm, but his hands were shaking and he was doing more bad than good.

"Hey buddy, I'm gunna help ya, all right?" I asked and then told him to put pressure onto his arm and then ran over towards the cabinet and grabbed a needle and a numbing drug.

I moved as fast as I could, pushing the old man out of the way and then giving Tyler the drug and waiting until he leaned back against the table. My hands were shaking by the time I had finished stitching his arm and giving him another needle of a drug that would not cause an infection. I bandaged up his arm and I saw the blood all over my hands. He was laying on the table shaking because of how much pain his was in, and I saw that they had to cut his sleeve off just so they could get to the wound.

I washed my hands and then walked over towards Tyler and ran my fingers through his hair, he was like a little brother to me, so I considered him to be my family.

"How is he, Kat?"

I looked up to see Chara standing in my doorway. The drug that I had given him had calmed him down, and was making him drowsy. I shook my head towards Chara and then whipped out my phone and dialed the medical center. I gave them my name, staff code, and did everything I did before when Geno had to go. I called for the EMTs to come into the room. The pulled Tyler onto the stretcher and then took him out of the room.

I walked into the locker room and saw that I had blood on my shirt. I rubbed my face and saw that my hands were still shaking after putting them into overdrive.

"Hey," I heard and looked up to see Milan standing there, "You all right?"

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" I growled and then smacked him across the face hard, and seeing his head snap to the side. This had gotten the attention of his teammates and they were watching the scene in front of them.

"Crosby-"

"Don't you get it! I don't care about Crosby, you dumbass!" I yelled, not knowing if I was telling the truth or not, "Because of YOU, Tyler is seriously hurt! That is a serious injury!"

"Is he-"

"NO!!! He's not going to be all right! He might be finished for the season! He sliced an artery, Milan! That's serious, he most likely has muscle damage and that can take years to fix!"

"Kat-"

"Save it," I growled and glared at him, "You have a game to play and I need to get a clean shirt," I barked as I walked away, heading over towards the door and walking passed the Coach, "You need to get that room cleaned," I hissed as I walked out of the room and headed back over towards the home side, hoping that Tyler was going to be all right.