Waiting for Superman

I woke up the next morning in a fog. My head was clouded as to if last night even happened. I didn't want to believe last night really happened, but waking up in the Sharps apartment made it real.

"Hey," Abby said sitting down next to me.
"hi," I said, rubbing my face.
"No, ones called yet, but its still early. We can just hang out here until Patrick, or someone else calls okay, some of the other wives and girlfriend are gonna come by in a few hours and hang out if thats okay?" her voice was sweet and motherly.

"Thank you so much Abby, I don't know how I'd be getting through this without you."

"No problem!" She said, " The Blackhawks are one big family, and I can tell you're going to fit in really well, you're already just like the rest of us."

We both found a way to smile.

I decided to run up to Patrick and I's apartment to shower, and change before I would meet more of the wives and girlfriends. I didn't want to be dressed up, I knew nobody else would be. I settled on a pair of lulu lemon yoga pants, and purple half zip.

Abby and I hung out with Madelyn and baby Saidie all morning, anxiously awaiting a phone call. I checked my phone and realized I had a ridiculous amount of calls and texts from friends back home, my mom, siblings, and Julie. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone who didn't understand how this felt.

Around eleven, in the morning Andrew Shaw's girlfriend Chaunette showed up with Jonathan Toews girlfriend Lindsey. The three of us had almost identical personalities and quickly became fast friends.

"Oh no, you three look like you're going to be trouble together." Abby joked as she pulled a tray of baked chicken parm out of the oven.

A few minutes later Brent Seabrook's pregnant wife Dayna and Duncan Keith's pregnant wife Kelly-Rae showed up with champagne in hand.

I finally had friends to turn to and right now, I really needed them.

It had been hours and my anxiety was at an all time high. I needed to know what was going on.

Finally, around 12:30 my phone rang,

Hello?
Kylie? It's Jonathan.
Hi, how is he?
He has severe head trauma, their flyin him home, um... his voice trailed...he was crying and I could tell,
They say he's not doing to well, he said clearing his throat
The tears ran like rivers down my face.
Thanks Jon
Its gonna be alright Kylie, I talk to you later
Okay, bye.
Bye.

I hung up, and Dayna Seabrook pulled me into a bear hug. Everyone was crying, and nobody could stop.

"He has head trauma," I said in heavy breaths between tears.

"It's gonna be okay," Kelly-Rae said. "We're all gonna get through this."

We all sat in Abby's living room, Lindsey had her arm around and I had my knees pulled to my chest with my head in my hands.

....
As soon as we got word that Patrick had made it the Chicago hospital, we split into cars and practically raced there. I needed to be with him. I needed to hold his hand through this and tell him it would be okay.

When we arrived at the hospital I was completely unprepared for what I would see.

I walked into the room to see Patrick hooked up to hundreds of different wires.

"He's been relatively unresponsive so far." the doctor said. "but we'll continue to run brain exams.

The doctor left, and it was just me and the love of my life, lying there unconscious.

"Patrick," I said taking his rough, large hand into mine. "I need you to wake up okay, I need you to wake up because you are the only thing I have in this world that I can count on and I need you. I can't do this without you and I need you to wake up now Patrick, please. I love you." I said kissing his hand, through the tears rolling down my face.

I thought back to every fight we'd ever had, how stupid i'd been and how I should've just let so many things go. I thought about how close we'd become in the short year that we'd spent together. I had only spent two months in Chicago with Patrick and in that time I have never fallen more deeply in love with someone.

Just then, I saw Patrick's eyes begin to stir, "Patrick?!" I said,
"Kylie?" he said so quietly, his eyes were barely opened.
"Patrick" I said practically throwing my body across his."
"Doctor!" I screamed.
"Patrick do you know what happened?" The doctor asked.
"That dickhead Schenn buried me into a pole." Patrick said.
I laughed through my tears, still clutching Patrick's hand.


I walked into the waiting room to see all the wives, the whole team, and the coaching staff.
"He's responsive." I said smiling, fighting back tears of relief,
Jonathan Toews wiped his eyes and hugged me tightly. I was so relieved to know that the man of my dreams was okay, and in that moment I realized how truly in love I am with Patrick.

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