Part of the Team (ON HOLD)

I woke up the next morning feeling like I just got in a car wreck.

Oh wait.

The morphine must have worn off while I was sleeping, and I was starting to feel my injuries. My arm was deeply sore and stiff. My leg was throbbing slightly with my pulse. I could only imagine what it looked like right now. Or smelled like.

"Great timing! Good job me!" I heard from the door. Just like yesterday, Chelsea had poked her head in right as I woke up. I laughed.

"I brought foooood." she sing-songed, making her way over to my bed with a bagel and cream cheese. Ok, new best friend.

"Sweet, thanks. I love this stuff." I said, pulling open the container. I spread it on and took a bite. She messed around with some bags, machines, and the clipboard by my bed while I ate. I polished it off pretty quick. I tried to move and stretch, which was a bad decision. I winced; pain laced around my leg. I also disrupted the needle in the crook of my elbow giving me fluids.

"Yea, you'll be feeling that for a while, at least until it heals. We cut back on the morphine so we could judge how you're healing. Sorry hun." Chelsea said. She gathered up my plate and plastic knife, turning to me again.

"Also, doc told me to tell you" - motioning between herself and me - "that your foster home called. They are sending over a trunk or something?" she asked, looking to me for confirmation.

"Oh yea, they give us big trunk chest-thing to keep our stuff in. Comes with a lock and key." I explained, pulling out my necklace. The key in question was attached at the end.

She nodded. "Well, they should be here in a little while. I'll help you open it and organize everything, since you'll be staying here a while."

"Thanks Chelsea. Any updates on me?" I questioned.

"Yes actually, your leg seems to be responding well to the medicine, and it's healing faster than normal. Later today doc will check to see if it's scabbing over. He might do some stretches with you as well."

"That's awesome, I just hope I don't fall asleep again." I smiled.

She laughed heartily. Shaking her head, she walked over to the door and left me alone. I was excited to get my stuff back. I need it for the game tonight.

I kept every bloody thing I had in that giant ass trunk, right down to the pillow I slept on. I didn't trust any of the kids not to steal anything. I knew some of the kids there, but I didn't really have any friends. No one I trusted enough with my stuff. Plus, my entire hockey collection was in there. I befriended the cook of the orphanage when I was younger, Mat, and turns out he was a Habs fan. He got me into hockey, and started buying me all kinds of gear. He let me use his laptop to search for new shirts and memorabilia and such. After a few days, it came in and he gave it to me at lunchtime. None of the other kids knew where I got it from, and none of the adults questioned it. I also had my two trusty sidekicks, Pinkbear and Blankie stashed in the chest as well. The only thing that I had before the orphanage, I slept with them every night. Well, almost every night.

I hoped Chelsea's definition of soon and mine were the same, because I need some bleu-blanc-rouge to wear tonight. The boys were playing away at Ottawa.

Should probably ask Chelsea about the t.v. situation. If it came down to it I was willing to be wheeled right up to one in the lobby or wherever they were.

Enter Chelsea.

"I bear gifts of hockey-ness for M'lady!" she grandly exclaimed, revealed two guys carrying my truck in. All three of us laughed. I was really started to like her. Food, hockey. That's pretty much it; get me those things and I will love you.
They set the trunk down next to my bed. I handed Chelsea the key as the two guys left.

"It's kinda weird; you have to turn it right a little bit then hard right." I said. I'm pretty sure they gave me the shittiest chest. All the others were brand new, but this was looked like an antique. It wasn't in the best shape, but it was still pretty. It was made out of rosewood, cherry wood, and birch wood randomly placed throughout.

After a few tries she managed to get it open. She immediately noticed P&B.

"Aww I had stuff like this when I was your age!" she gushed, pulled them out and inspecting them.

I blushed. "Yea..." I was sixteen and still sleeping with a bear and blanket. Not really something I wanted to express to the world.

"Oh stop!" she scolded. "Here." she handed them to me smiling. I took them gratefully, pressing them to my face and breathing in the familiar scent. I wasn't sure how to describe it.

Comfort. Safety. Love.

Just like the home I never had.

She rummaged through it a little bit.

"Quite the fan, eh?" she smirked down at the contents. The thing was filled with hats, shirts, jackets, socks, pictures, anything. I never got a jersey though, they all seemed too expensive. Mat would have got them for me though, he blew anywhere from fifty to two hundred dollars on me in the span of two weeks.

"That's good, in this town in almost a sin to not be." she said again, referring to Montréal. "Any specific gear you want for tonights game?" she asked, glancing up at me.

"Yea, if you can find a cream-colored hat with the logo on it that'd be great. Also a shirt, any will do." I replied.

She dug through and found the hat, and pulled out a long sleeved grey shirt for me.

"You'll be ok to put that on, just roll the sleeve up so the cast is still showing. Be careful of you leg too. I'll be right back." she walked out.

I donned the sacred logo and colors. This my favorite hat right here. I took off the hospital gown and slipped on the shirt, rolling the sleeve up like she asked. I liked this shirt too, I was glad she picked it. It was warm and fuzzy inside. Chelsea reappeared a moment later with a remote. She flicked on the flat-screen in the corner, turning to the pre-game show.

"HD babeeeyy! Can I get a wut-wuuuuuut!" she cried in a deep voice. I laughed, gasping for air. That was so unexpected I didn't know what to think. She chuckled to herself and laid the remote on my bed.

"Buzz me if you need me chicky." she said. I nodded, still laughing.

"Oh! I almost forgot. You know how they do like, hospital visits and stuff?" she said, waving her hand at the t.v.

"NO FUCKIN WAY." I cried, whipped my head to look at her. I was grinning like an idiot.

She smirked, then twirled her hair, cocked her hip, and put on a sarcastic indifferent face. "Yea, I pulled a few strings, and what can I say? It's hard being this awesome." she sighed. The struggle.

"I love you! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!" I cried again, waving my arms in the air. I wanted to dance but my options were limited.

"I know I know, I love me too. Doc should be in any second." she smiled again and left.

A broken arm and a may-as-well-be-broken leg did not help me with expressing my excitement. The MONTRÉAL FREAKING CANADIENS were visiting my hospital and would most likely come into my room. Tomorrow.

Doctor Scott came in shortly after, and peeled off a section the bandages that were on my leg. He said the air would be good for the healing process. Some of my leg was still wrapped, in the areas where the cut was deeper. He didn't actually have me do any stretches, just explained them and said we would work on them tomorrow.

Still excited. The Habs. Are coming. To meet me. Tomorrow.

Luckily, the game was about to start, so that distracted me for a little while.

They ended up losing 4-1, which was pretty depressing considered the creaming they received in the playoffs last season. I'm sure they wanted revenge for that. Chelsea came in again.

"Rats!" she said as soon as she walked in. "They lost."

"Yea, not good. I hope they are in a good mood tomorrow."

"Oh they will be. They are always happy when they visit the kids." she replied.

I watched her put some liquid into the sack that lead to the needle attached to my arm.

Without looking at me to concentrate on her work, she said, "This'll help you sleep, it should kick in pretty quick." I nodded. I slipped my hat off and put it on the bedside table. When she was finished she dusted her hands.

"See you in the morning hun. They'll be here at eleven." she winked and smiled, then left.

As soon as she left, my brain spoke up.

SLEEP DAMN YOU.

I almost laughed at my own thought. Faster I sleep, the faster I wake up to the Habs. Good thing for that sleep stuff; I was already feeling the effects.

I hope I don't say anything stupid...was my last thought before I fell asleep.

Notes

I've never been to a hospital before, I have no idea what the hell goes on in there. This medical talk is stressing me out. I would make the worst doctor.

Also Italics are thoughts, just letting you know

Ok really the doctor-speak-shit is probably all wrong. SOILED IT SOILED IT

anyway, feedback is still awesome, thanks for liking this thang.
More hockey in the next chapter, I swearz!