Together Until We Die...

Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews remained in total silence. They refused to make eye contact with one another. It was rather heart-breaking.

Chris Pronger’s assistant, Zac Rinaldo walked in after ten minutes of painful silence. He walked up to Jonathan and roughly cleaned the blood covering his mouth. Jonathan flinched and moaned, but Rinaldo simply kneed him in the shin, as a response and then carried on.
Patrick watched, horrified.

Soon, Rinaldo withdrew and slammed the door shut behind him.

Patrick glanced at his friend. Jonathan’s mouth looked better, but now the revolting, repugnant, and nauseating looking scar remained, prominent. It stood out to Patrick’s eyes, no matter how hard he tried not to see it.

Finally, Patrick spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Tazer, are you...you know...are you, okay?”

“I’ll be okay. It’s not that bad is it?”

“Johnny, it makes you look freaky.”

“Well, it’s just like getting hit with the puck in the shape of a smile.”

“At least now Sharpy can’t poke fun at you for not smiling? Right?” Patrick attempted to joke.

Jonathan mumbled his response. He didn’t want to move his mouth, for fear of reopening the cut and bleeding out again. He seemed to be light-humored however in his “hmf” noise. He looked Patrick in the eyes. His amber puppy dog pupils glittered with empathy.

“We need to get out of here, Johnny. We can’t stay here any longer. If we do, Prongs will definitely murder us both!”

“How can we?”

“I’ll try to think of something.”

“Well, think fast.”

“I know. I know. By the way, please don’t call me Kanerboo, it sounds degrading.”

“I won’t, buddy.”

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Notes

Poor Tazer, amiright?