Evgeni's POV
Making myself busy all afternoon while Jessie was in hospital was a task and a half. I couldn't keep my mind off of her and what she was going through, I was a class A worry wart. But I was hoping for her sake that everything went ok and she would be able to play without another hassle.

She had spent all morning worrying about what would happen if it didn't work. It would mean her chance of playing basketball would be over and I didn't want to see her dream crushed like that.

I was trying to stay optimistic about this whole thing. I still wasn’t completely sure on Jessie leaving but it was her dream and I couldn’t stand in the way of that. I knew if I did she would get angry at me and leave anyways and nothing was worth that.

I couldn’t be hypercritical either and hold it against her because I was doing that same thing. I had left; I left my home, my family, I felt like I had betrayed so many people, my country, everyone, when I came to America to fulfil my dream. But Jessie wasn’t hurting anyone.

“Hey G, what’s wrong? You look like Sid when he loses a face off,” James hit my shin guard with his stick.
“What? No I don’t,” but my eyes were narrowed and I could feel my face scrunching up.
“Yeah you do, what’s going on? You’ve looked down all day, is everything ok with Jessie?”
“Don’t worry,” I mumbled before stepping off the ice to get away from everyone.

Every time I thought about Jessie going to New York I thought about the days that would seem endless without her. Sure when you really thought about it we would only be apart 3 or 4 months depending on how long I was in Russia. People are away from each other longer than that and it all works out fine. Like Ovechkin; how does he deal with being away from Maria for so long? They spend most of their time in different cities, different countries, on the other side of the world from one another. Jessie was only going to be in New York, just over an hour on the plane and I could be there.

I think something else that bothered me was Jessie's accident. I guess I was just worried that if something happened to her I wouldn’t be there for her. The only thing that kept me afloat after hurting my knee was my friends and family. If Jessie got hurt she would be in New York all on her own and I didn't know if she could handle it.

I managed to escape the locker room without getting pestered by anymore of the guys in time to get back to the hospital for Jessie to wake up.

I walked into the room she would be spending a few hours in while she woke up. She looked exhausted but still managed to smile when she saw me.

“Hey,” I sat on the edge of her bed next to her. She peered up at me still dazed from the anaesthetic.
“Hi,” she sighed moving forward to wrap her arms around me and bury her face into my chest.
“How you feeling?” I ran my hand threw her hair watching as she relaxed with my touch.
“Tired,” she mumbled.
“What about knee?” I moved to lift the blanket revealing two little holes and a lot of bruising.
“I bruise easy,” she peered down briefly before letting her head fall back onto the pillow, “it doesn’t hurt though, it’s numb.”
"Good," I was just glad she wasn't in pain.

She spent the next few hours waking up and moaning about every little thing she could possible find to complain about, especially what I was making for dinner. But I was making it not her so she was going to have to settle for whatever I could find.

"But I don't want spaghetti," she pouted from her spot of the sofa.
"Too bad, I am chef, you eat food I make," I sat the bowl down on the coffee table in front of her.

I didn't really want spaghetti either but it was all I could find and all I could be bothered attempting to make so she was going to have to suck it up for once.

"Good?" I asked as I joined her on the couch slipping a cushion into my lap so se could put her knee up.
"I guess," she mumbled but continued to eat anyways.

It might have sounded mean but I liked it when she was still affected by this anaesthetic. She just wanted to cuddle, she wanted me to hold her, look after her. She gave up arguing and just laid with me. I liked looking after her, I felt needed.

"Evgeni," she mumbled with her face pressed into my chest.
"Yeah?" I craned my neck to look down at her. Eyes closed, eyebrows narrowed, lines across her forehead like all the problems in the world were shown all over her face but I still thought she was beautiful no matter what.
"I am going to miss you when I go," she peered up at me through sad eyes.
"I will miss you too," I ran my hand through her hair hoping to make her feel a little better.
"But I don't want to leave you."
"Jessie," I laughed pitifully as a tear rolled down her cheek knowing her emotions were all over the place from the medication, "it's ok."
"You will still love me right?" she wrapped her arms around me tighter as if she was preparing herself for the answer so didn't want.
"I always love you, drugged Jessie too," I held her warmly as she relaxed in my embrace.