Trouble in Paradise

"I still think about you, do you think about me?" Dylan Scott's song played faintly in the background of the bar that I was currently three drinks in at. I had been trying for almost an hour to try and get the bar tender to change the channel from something other than the Penguins game, but so far I had no success. A part of me was glad that she didn't want to change it. It had been almost a month since I had left the city of Pittsburgh behind. I had a few short conversations with James, Sidney and Jordan. They had kept their promise of not telling Geno where I was, but I had a feeling that he knew anyways. I waved at the bartender for another round, taking my eyes off the screen for a few seconds. A few seconds was all it took for my world to come crashing down. The entire bar went silent as my eyes went back to the screen. Geno was laying face down on the ice, Sidney and James kneeling on either side. I felt like I couldn't breathe, finally the trainer came rushing out. Geno rolled onto his back, he had a bloody nose but he was talking. I put my hand up to my heart as I quickly downed my drink and ordered two more. The trainer and James helped Geno off the ice and into the locker room. I watched the last minute of the game, thankful that it was now intermission. I grabbed my phone dialing Sid's number. I just hoped that he would answer.
"Kellie, what a surprise." He said breathlessly. I hadn't called in awhile.
"How is he Sid?" I asked trying to keep the tears from falling. "Please tell me that he's okay. Once I'm off these fucking crutches I'm going to kick Byfuglien's ass!" I heard Sidney chuckle a little.
"Kellie he has six inches and about one hundred and twenty pounds on you, but I like your enthusiasm. G is fine. He was a little shaken up, doc is running some tests but I'm sure he's going to be fine." Sidney was silent for a minute, "Wait, why are you on crutches?" I could hear the anger in his voice. Oops, I guess I let that slip.
"I kind of tripped and broke a few bones in my foot and ankle." I wait for the butt chewing I'm sure Sidney is ready to give, but it never comes.
"We always knew that you were clumsy. Listen I have to go, I know you're at the bar, please be careful and don't drink too much. I'll give you a call after the game and let you know how G is. Love you K." Sid says hanging up the phone.
The Penguins end up beating the socks off of Winnipeg, 7-0, with Flower getting the shut out. I send him a congratulations text and pay my tab, finally ready to leave. What I wasn't expecting was to see Geno's face pop up on my screen during the cab ride home. I feel my heart skip a beat. Should I answer? I haven't spoken to him in over a month. From the looks of his Instagram, he and Anna were happy and excited for the baby. I decide not to answer and pay the cab driver. He kindly helps me out of the car and opens the door to the apartment that I share with Jon and Kane. I thank him and give him a little tip. The house is quiet, only the sound of my crutches squeaking can be heard. I quickly change into pajamas and wash the makeup off of my face.
"About time you came home. I thought I was going to have to come searching for you." I jumped at the sound of Patrick's voice.
"Jesus Kaner, do you really need to scare me like that?" annoyance filling my voice. He puts his hands up in defeat.
"Are you ready to come to bed?" He asks moving out of the doorway. Instead of speaking I just crutch over to the bed. Kane crawls in after me, I lay my head on his chest as he plays with my hair. It's silent for awhile. I know Kane wants to say something to me but he's struggling to ask. Looking up at him I tell him to just spit it out. He sighs and is quiet for a minute.
"I know things have been tough for you lately, Jon and I are so proud of you for coming this far in your journey to get away from the pills. They're easy to be addicted to and I know you haven't taken anything for pain since you got hurt, but Jon and I are a little concerned about your drinking. I know you're a grown woman and I'm probably not the best person that should be talking to you about this but you have been to the bar every day this week." Patrick doesn't make eye contact with me. I sit up and turn so I'm facing him.
"I know the guys in Pittsburgh know about my pill addiction, I tried so hard to hide it from them but I failed. I'm glad I failed at that, it made me realize how many people I was hurting with that behavior. I'm hurting you and Jon with my drinking, I promise that I will work on it. I want you guys to be proud of me. That's all I've ever wanted, but I'm nothing but a failure." I cried into Pat's chest. Patrick starts to rub my hair and back soothingly.
"Baby girl, we've always been proud of you! You're not a failure. We all have things in life that we struggle with. How about we both work on our drinking together?" Patrick suggests. I nod my head yes.
"Alright, let's get some sleep." I lay down next to Pat and snuggle into him.
I wake to the persistent sound of someone knocking. It's only 5 am. Jon is working out and pat is still sound asleep. I grab my crutches and crutch to the door. Curse Jon for not having a door with a peephole. I open the door shocked to see who is on the other side.
"What are you doing here?"

Notes

Dun dun dun. Who do you think it is?