The Art of Hockey(#2)

Dakota's P.O.V.
I watched the seconds countdown on the scoreboard. 5 minutes 33...32...31..30. The third period had felt like an eternity. My job was usually not one that had me wishing time moved faster, but with the score 1-1 and my head spinning I found myself wishing someone would score, anyone, just so I could get away from the screaming fans and florescent lights. My face felt hot and my hands were starting to shake. I couldn't tell if I was just hungry or if my blood sugar was plummeting. I took a sip of water, trying to ground myself.
I am in the Consol Energy Center.
We are playing Montreal.
Evgeni has an assist.
It's November.
I rattled of facts in my mind trying to distract myself from the growing discomfort that was taking over my body.
My favourite colour is lime green.
My favourite movie is Remember the Titans.
4 minutes 2..., 1... 4 minutes. 3:59...3:58. We were getting closer to the end and it was getting harder to distract myself.
I was born in North bay, Ontario.
My father is a police officer.
My mother is a teacher.
I have 5 tattoos, no 6, no 5.
It was at that point that everything started to go out of focus. I don't remember the time passing, but I remember walking to the locker room with the team before we went into overtime. I remember Dan asking if I was okay. I remember Evgeni's face. But I don't remember falling.
I woke up and I wasn't at Consol anymore. It was relatively quiet except for the hum of the lights and the soft beeping of machines. I opened my eyes to stare up at a tiled ceiling with blinding lights. Confused and groggy I looked around to see a closed curtain surrounding me and Sophia asleep in a chair at my side. It didn't take long for me to realize I was in a hospital.
"Oh good!" I cheery nurse peeked through the curtains. "You're awake." She came in and checked the IV that I hadn't noticed I was attached to. "How are you feeling?" She asked writing something on the chart next to my bed.
"I'm not sure," I replied. My voice horse. "Why am I here?"
"You took a little snooze while standing up," the nurse chuckled. "But you're doing fine now. We saw that you had a diabetic tattoo so the first thing we did you check your blood sugar. You were at 23 and you went into hypo shock and fainted. Now you're at a steady 170 so you're doing better." She said.
"Ok. Can I go to sleep? I'm really tired." I asked.
Then I realized the nurse left so I told myself 'fuck it' and I fell back asleep. I was woken up to the quiet chatter of Sophia's accent and Evgeni's accent. I decided to close my eyes until I felt the bed shift so much it had to be Geno.
"Oh good you're awake," I heard Sophia coo, the little pitter patter of her feet run up to my bed, "I was so worried 'bout you, so I called your boyfriend." She giggled.
I felt my face turn bright red as I looked at Geno who didn't look disturbed at all but just watched me.
"She did right by calling me." He said and pulled me into an awkward side hug.
"Sweetie you can go home, but they said you should rest for the next couple of days. So no going to the rink and working for the next couple of days." Sophia informed me.
"Ugh ok. Let's go home. I hate it here." I said sitting up.
I put my normal clothes on and made my way to Geno's car. He drove me home where we met Sophia. For the next couple of days I set up camp on the couch with lots of Gatorade and goldfish. I don't care if I'm 24 years old I will still eat goldfish. Everyday after practice and after the games Evgeni came over and we just chilled on the couch. One night after the team lost to the Hurricanes I sat on my bed with Geno after a heated make out session I started to fall asleep on his chest.
Then he leaned down and kissed my temple and said, "I love you."
I shot up as soon as this happened.
"Wh-what?"
"I love you." He said looking me dead in the eye, "you falling scared me so much. I realized I love you."
"I-I love you too."

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