REM [A.G]

six

I laid in the bed, staring at the statically channel that had an old black and white show. I think it was I Love Lucy.

I've been at the hospital for a few hours now after taking my MRI scans. I still had yet to hear some news. Only good thing was that my family was here.

"Everything is gonna be okay." My mom said while running her fingers through my hair. I nodded slightly but kept my eyes on the screen because I knew everything wouldn't be okay. I've broken my leg before.. this wasn't a broken leg.

That pain was nothing like anything I've ever experienced. I knew deep down what it was but I wouldn't claim it. I couldn't.

"Okay," I looked at the door when my doctor walked in with a folder, a sigh leaving his lips. "How's the pain, Y/n?"

"Better." I mumbled and he nodded while starting to put my X-rays up on the wall. That's an even worse sign, huh?

"If you can cut those lights for me." He said to my dad who quickly turned them off, leaving the lights on the wall to display my leg bone. "What you will see right here is your collateral ligaments that control the 'sideways' motion of your knee. And right here.." he pointed at a small gap between two lines. "You've suffered a complete tear of your collateral ligament or, easier said, your ACL."

Fuck.

I dropped my head back on the pillow and lightly punched the bed with a closed fist as the lights cut back on. "What are the options moving forward?" My mom asked since she knew I most likely wouldn't be able to.

I tore my ACL, every athletes worst nightmare other than dying during the game. How was this possible? Right as I made it, right as I captured my dream it was snatched away from me.

"Since it's a complete tear you will be needing surgery to repair the ligament and after that, rehabilitation and strength train-"

"How long?" I took in a deep breath before reopening my eyes and looking at him, not wanting to know the answer but knowing I had to accept it. "How long will I be out, doc?"

A sympathetic smile crossed his lips, his arms crossing behind his back. "A minimum of six months.. and that's if everything goes well." I chuckled humorlessly and covered my face, the chuckle turning to a deep inhale, then exhale. "I'll give you guys some time, I'll be back with your treatment plan, Y/n."

"Hun," my mom whispered and patted my stomach. "Come on, don't cry." She muttered when a weak sob left my lips but how could I not? All I ever wanted was to play for the NHL and.. just play. Two games in and I'm out? What kind of sick fucking joke was this?

"It's over." I barely got out as I pulled the neck of my shirt up to cover my face. "I barely started and it's over, Ma."

She silently leaned over and embraced me in a hug while soothingly rubbing over my back. "Everything will be okay, mi amor. You'll come back better and stronger."

I then felt another hand on my back and heard my dad now speaking softly. "Minor setback for major comeback, daughter. You're strong and we'll be here every step of the way."

Those words slightly helped me but I still felt like shit.

"Oh sorry, I'll come back." I dropped the shirt and looked up to see Ariana at the door with an apologetic smile.

"It's okay." I said quickly and my parents pulled, leaving me to quickly dry my face. "You guys remember Ariana? Ariana this is Andre and Karla, my parents."

"Hi," she said softly with a cute wave.

"Hey hun, we're going to go get some more information from the doc, okay?" My mom said and I nodded as she leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Te quiero."