What Kind of Job

April's POV.
He hasn't moved since he was ran into. His mother and sister Amanda are crying. Christy's trying to be strong for them but she's having trouble. We're allowed to go to the player area because he's a family member/friend. When we get there he's somewhat responsive, they tell us we can't go in because he needs calm people. I wait with his family trying to calm them down. Before they take him to the hospital they ask me if I wouldn't mind coming to talk to him because I seem calm. I except.
"We need you to ask simple questions. Ask him his name, where he is, what's the last thing he remembers. A familiar face might also make him feel safer."
"Ok." When I walk into the ambulance he's still wearing half his gear. He's still wearing his under armour, his goalie pants, his chest protector and his jersey. They don't want to move him to much until they know how bad it is. "Hello" I say softly looking into his eyes smiling.
"Hello" he says back. His speech is slurred and he's really out of it.
"Can you tell me your name?" My voice still soft. Now I'm sitting beside him.
"James Reimer." That's good, he knows his full name.
"Okay James, can you tell me where we are?"
"We're in Winnipeg."
"Good! Now what's the last thing you remember?"
"I remember doing my stretches in the pre game warm up." They're almost a full period into the game, about an hour of memory completely gone.
"Good." I say wanting to be reassuring. "What's my name?"
"April."
"Ok, how did we meet?"
"I ran into you." He does a little laugh and then looks serious again. "April"
"Yes James."
"I want to go to sleep."
"No James, you need to stay awake a little longer okay."
"I'm really tired." I forgot I was holding his hand until now. His grip is loosening.
"Come on James just hold on a little longer." I was upset, I was fighting back tears. The man I had only met a few months earlier was slipping away from me and I was dreading the moment I'd finally have to let go.

Notes

Aww I mean to Reimer. I need to give him a break!