James' POV.
The next morning I felt like crap, but I needed to get my MRI done today. I got dressed, grabbed my stuff, and headed out. One of the trainers is driving me to get my MRI then he's gonna take me to the bus.

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I've had a concussion before and that's what this feels like but apparently it's not. Apparently it's a neck injury but I'm gonna be out for a bit that's for sure.
When I get to the bus Scrivens is there. I chose to sit with him. The trainer told Ron I couldn't play for a bit. They'd need to monitor me and who knows when I'd play again. It was announced that Gustavsson is starting against the Flyers. When the bus starts I realize I haven't contacted my family. They're probably worried sick. Sure enough I've missed like 30 calls. First I call my parents.
*James' mother on the phone*
"James are you ok?" She said with concern and anger in her voice.
"Ya, mum I'm fine." I say trying to sound cheerful. She sees through it.
"I know you're not. Tell me, how are you? What happend?
"I feel a little sick, I have a headache and am a little dizzy. My doctor said it's a neck injury."
"Why did you keep playing hurt?"
"At first I didn't feel hurt. I also don't like leaving in the middle of a period." Scrivens gave a small laugh and I roll my eyes.
"Well James your father is out right now but he was pretty worried too."
"Ya, I'm sorry, I just completely forgot. I'm going to call Christy, Amanda and Mark. They're probably pretty worried."
"Ok, bye. Be carful ok don't play until you're ready."
"Trust me I won't. Ron's not even letting me dress tomorrow or practice."
With that we hung up. I had similar conversations with everybody I called.
April's POV.
I can't believe he didn't tell me he's in the NHL. Is that why he was hiding from me? What did he think I'd do if I knew? I don't even like hockey! I can't even be mad at him because he's hurt and it looked pretty bad. I should call or text him, see if he's alright, but I'm not to sure if I should let on that I know who he is. I almost want see how long he can act it out. See what his excuse will be for being injured. The only problem is I don't know if I can act as if nothing's changed. As if I don't know what's happened to him. He's very observant but I guess he has to be, he's a goalie after all.
James' POV.
Gustavsson made 26 saves but it wasn't enough. We lost 4-2. I wasn't allowed to even sit with the guys, I had to sit with the staff at the top of the rink. During the game my dad called to see how I was. When the Flyers scored they're last goal I was on the phone with my dad and without really thinking I yelled "come on" he just asked what happened and I told him how badly this game was going. He understood!
Finally the road trip was almost over. I was almost afraid of what my brother was gonna say in person but I'm not up to all this travel and my teammates horsing around. I love my teammates and almost every thing they do I'm just not up to it right now. One more game. Gustavsson's in net again.
April's POV.
It's the 30th. The day James gets home, I have an early practice and he'll probably get here while I'm out. I got my practice uniform on and a change of cloths in my bag for after.

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When I get home it's noon. I actually see James waiting for the elevator when I walk in the building. He's got his gear and every thing so he's probably just got here too.
"Hi James!" I say approaching him. The elevator door opens just as I reach him and we step in.
He turns to me, gives me a tiny smile and greets me. He's not happy he's just trying to act strong. The look on his face is upsetting and I almost cry. "What's wrong?" he says still able to sound so concerned.
Now the tears start to fall down my face. I'm not exactly crying but my heart hurts. "James." I pause because I'm not exactly sure what I want to say to him. "I saw the game. I don't often watch hockey but I was with a friend that does." The door opens and we step out.
"Game? What game?" He seems like he's really not understanding me.
"The Leafs and Habs game." He completely understands me now.
"Here, let's go into my apartment and talk about it." I remember he's got all his gear and probably wants to set it down.
We walk into his apartment, it's full of awards and pictures. There are mostly hockey awards but there are some for other things to. The pictures are almost a perfect mix of friends, family, and hockey. He closes the door behind us.
"I've just got to put my gear away, it will take a bit."
"No problem!" I say, I'm content on just looking around.

Notes

Same as always!