What Kind of Job

James' POV.
I woke up and looked around my room. Mark is still asleep, oh right it's Saturday! I love Saturdays because there was no school and Hockey Night in Canada was on. Out here in my small home town of Morweena Manitoba that's all the hockey we can watch. It's quiet here but Mark, our friends and I still always find great things to do to pass the time. I woke Mark up, we got ready, ate breakfast then went to practice. Our mother finally let us play organized hockey about a year ago. I'm 13 and Mark is 15. We play for the same team, he's offense and I'm a goalie.
After practice we go out for lunch then Mark and I go hang out with friends by the lake. We're there for a few hours then we head home with some friends to watch HNIC. It's Dallas vs. Winnipeg, Ed Belfour is my favorite player (goalie) and he plays for Dallas but Winnipeg is our home team so I don't really care who wins. I love watching Ron and Don, it's my favorite show. Every intermission before Ron and Don, we go down stairs and play ball hockey. It's been a busy day and so I'm tired when the games over and I go straight to bed.

I hear the faint sounds of talking in the room, I recognize the voices. My throat is killing me, I say hello but nobody hears me. I say it as loud as I can but it's still not very loud. Although I am heard.
"James!" In a second my sister Amanda is beside me. My brother is behind her he looks tired.
"Where is everyone?" I can whisper it now because they're right beside me.
My brother answers "Dad took Mum home, she was making a fuss and the doctors said they'd contact her when you woke up. Christy's at work and April realized you were waking up and went to get the nurse." I just smile to answer because I feel like crap.
The doctor walks in and April is close behind him "Hello James, how are you feeling?"
"I've been better." I'm trying to speak up again.
The doctor laughs. "Do you have a headache or anything?"
"My heads a little soar and my throat kills other than that I'm fine." I smile because I really don't feel like talking anymore. He gets the hint and leaves.
April goes up to my bedside and brushes her hand through my hair. "You look better." That's right she was the last face I saw before I pass out.
"How long was I asleep?" I knew it had to be a while because of how my throat felt.
"A little over a day."
"One last question."
"Ask away."
"Did we beat the Jets?" I smile then she bursts out laughing. Mark and Amanda didn't hear me because I'm whispering again.
"No, sorry." She says once she finally stops laughing.
I stay awake a little longer and just listen to people talk. I'm awake long enough to see my parents but at some point, I don't know when I fall asleep.
April's POV.
Mark and I need to go back to Toronto tonight. We'd love to stay but we have work. Amanda walks out with us because she hasn't slept yet. Before we leave, Christy comes in and we tell her his condition. His parents are gonna go home later and Christy will stay the night. I guess if he was to be hurt anywhere this is the best place because it's close to his home town. It would of been better if he didn't get hurt though.
James' POV.
Playing for the rebels is fun but the coach is mean to me. I had to leave my parents house at age 15 to live in Red Deer with my sister Christy. She's nice but there are times I just wish my parents were there, to tell me everything is gonna be okay, to hold me when I needed them most. I love my sister and she try's her hardest to make me feel at home but it doesn't matter. We just had a rough game, lost 5-3. My coach yelled at me, told me his 9 year old daughter could stop pucks better than me. I locked myself in my room and cried myself to sleep.

The rest must of helped heal my throat somehow because it feels a lot better. When I open my eyes, I see Christy reading in the chair next to my bed. "Hello." I say this time almost at my regular volume, my throat is defiantly better.
"James. How are you?" She puts her book down and looks at me with sad eyes. She's always been so strong.
"I'm feeling better then I was earlier actually."
"You seem to be. April said you barley talked and when you did it was no more then a whisper!"
"Ya, my throat was pretty bad but I think the rest healed it!"
She smiles but I know she wants to cry "Come here." I sit up and embrace her.
She sobs into my shoulder "When did you become so strong?" She chokes out.
"I don't know but I always wondered the same about you."
After a while she lets me go. "Do you want anything James?"
"Yes, can you ask the doctor if I can have a shower?"
"A shower?" She chuckles as she says it.
"Yes, I haven't showered since before the Jets game and I feel gross."
She laughs and stands up "I'll ask" she walks towards the door, but before leaving she turns to me "You always know what to say to cheer me up." then she leaves the room.
She comes back in with the nurse a few minutes later. The nurse tells me I look pretty good and should be able to leave tomorrow. She gives me towels, soap and a change of cloths then directs me to the shower. The shower makes me feel even better, I want to go home tonight but I'm not allowed. I talk to Christy for awhile then take a nap to pass the time.

Notes

I want to end this soon.