Waiting for Superman

Patrick remained in the hospital for days. He was slowly becoming more responsive. And after a week the doctors said he was ready to go home.

"I don't want you doing any physical activity, no lifting heavy objects, and limit you televised simulation to an hour a day." The doctor said handing him his discharge papers.

Jonathan Toews picked up Patrick's bags, and I had my arms wrapped around Patrick's waist.

"Thanks Doctor."

Patrick had sixteen stitches above his right eye where he had hit the glass. Jonathan Toews dropped us off at our apartment building and helped bring Patrick's bags upstairs. "Thanks man." Patrick said.

"No problem, get your ass healthy, cuz we got big games coming up." The two hugged quickly.

"Take care of him Kyls" Jonathan Toews said hugging me.

"Thanks for everything Jonny." I said. And he was off to practice.

I made Patrick a bowl of soup and sat next to him on the couch as he ate. Brushing a blonde, curl out of his face, he turned to me, "Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded trying to hide my nerves. "Kylie," he said setting his empty bowl on the table and turning to me. "It's just part of the sport, its not a big deal, really."

"Not a big, deal Patrick?!" I said, trying not to yell, but unsuccessfully, "I watched you laying on the ice, not moving, in a puddle of blood and I didn't know if you were.... if you were....." My voice trailed off and I was unable to finish my sentence through the tears.

"Oh...Kyls," Patrick said pulling me into his chest.

We sat that way a long time, entwined together on the couch, Patrick didn't know what to say and neither did I.

I honestly, didn't either of us to say anything. In this moment, wrapped in Patrick's arms, I felt safe, like the rest of the world didn't matter, and it was just us.

After a while, of just lyring together, Patrick broke the silence.

"Kylie, i'm sorry" he said.

"Why?" I said, "It's not your fault,"

"Yea, but...I should've called you, earlier."

"I don't car about that Patrick, I guess I just wasn't use to seeing you that way."

"It's just a part of the game" he said. "Guys get hurt, there's fights, you'll get used to it eventually."

"I don think i'll ever get used to seeing you like that."

"Hopefully you won't have to" he looked at me and smiled, before kissing me sweetly.

We fell asleep together on the couch.

...

A few weeks passed and things were finally getting back to normal. I had never been so relieved to get back to work. Patrick was able to get back to skating but still wasn't cleared for full contact play. I had become very close with some of the wives, especially Abby Sharp, Andrew Shaw's girlfriends Chaunette, and Jonathan Toew's girlfriend Lindsey.

The Olympic break was approaching and it was pretty clear that Patrick wouldn't be able to attend, which he was really upset about. Patrick tried to shuck it off like he was fine,but I could tell that his head still hurt sometimes.

It was a typical day, I had gotten back from work. Patrick was still at practice, probably working with the trainers.

I was sitting on the couch watching the news when Patrick walked in.

"Hey," I said.

He said nothing but went straight to the bedroom and slammed the door.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if he wanted to be alone, or if he wanted me to comfort him. After about ten minutes, I decided to try to talk to him.

"Patrick?" I said knocking on the door as I opened it. He was lying face down on the bed with his hands under the pillow.

I sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed his back lightly, "Patrick? What's wrong?"

"Its gonna be another month," he said sitting up. "They won't let me back into contact."

"Its alright Patrick," I said putting my hand on the inside on his thigh. "Your teammates want you to be healthy, they'll understand, if you go back before your ready it will only make things worse."

"I know," he said. "It's just frustrating" he put his head in is hands.

"Well," I said "I mean their is something I could do to make you feel better."

Patrick looked up, as I climbed onto his lap to straddle him. He looked into my eyes deeply. "I mean I guess, you could help." he laughed.

I laughed and pulled my white, cotton tank top over my head to reveal a black, lace bra.

"Whoa, that is not a sports bra." he said amazed staring at my cleavage.

"No it is not" I said pulling him into a kiss, "But I mean if thats what you would prefer, " I said starting to get off his lap, "No, no" he said grabbing and pulling me back on top off him, this time he was lying flat on his back with me over him. He pulled off my sweatpants, and I began tugging off his t shirt.
His kiss was long and sweet, I could feel the passion between us.
Moments later his sweatpants hit the floor. The tension was building as his body grinded against mine.

I could feel myself practically dripping, "Oh, Patrick." I moaned as he began to enter me.
He smirked, "Do you like it?" he asked between my moans. I nodded biting my lip.
We came together, and collapsed in each others arms on the bed.

"Wow," he said. "You're incredible."

"Not so bad yourself." I smiled back, propping myself up on one elbow.

"Where did I find you again?" he said smirking.

"Might of been a bar?" I said moving in close.

He laughed, and I fell into his strong grip, again, and I felt safe.

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