Off Ice.

Chapter Forty-Five.

Avery

One day at a time.

That's all we need to do, take this one day at a time.

So far, it's been a little over a day since Finn left again and I've been fine. I mean, it's only been a day and I've been at school and work all the whole time so I've been busy, but I've been fine.

I already miss the shit out of him, but I'm not completely dependent on my boyfriend. I missed sleeping in his arms last night like crazy, though.

I've spoken to him tons throughout the day too. I could tell he was happy to be back with the team and he was excited to play tonight.

I'm watching the game with Casey and Grace, the three of us all comfy on the couch. Cam's working late tonight but the rest of us, including Dot, are all pretty cemented into our spots. It feels good to just hang out with them, it feels like it did when Finn and I started talking again.

It's towards the end of the second period and Finn's been great, as per fucking usual. You would never know that he's barely skated the last couple of weeks. He's a speedy little bug out there with an abundance of energy.

He already has an assist on a short handed. Show off.

"I could fall asleep right now," Grace says from next to me. Her head is in Casey's lap as he runs his hand through her hair. I'm curled in the corner of the couch, a blanket covering me from the world.

"Go ahead," Casey answers. I look over at them as he smirks, "I'll carry you in."

We both let out tired chuckles at that since he obviously can't at the moment and I look back at the screen, watching as Finn skates at full speed down the ice to retrieve a puck that Seb chipped into the corner.

His back is to center ice as he goes at a ridiculous speed and Casey gasps and jolts forward before anything even happens. "Fuck, no-! Turn around-!"

I can't even question what he's saying before a guy from Vegas comes at him lightning speed; his knees bent to get as much momentum as he can. Finn turns his head at the last second, but it's too late. The guy literally jumps into the hit, both of his skates leaving the ice as his shoulder slams Finn's head into where the boards meet the glass. There was about a foot between him and the boards so the brutal force he was pushed at makes him hit into them that much harder.

I feel my whole body freeze yet I fly to sit up when I watch his head slam to the ice after hitting against the wall. You could see the glass bend with the impact and he didn't even hit directly into the glass. He's not moving. Why isn't he fucking moving?

So much is happening, it's like all hell is breaking loose. Gloves are everywhere, bodies are piling. So much is happening and my mind can't comprehend what I just saw.

The Vegas goalie is gesturing to Finn, shouting to the refs to stop the play as whistles pierce through the air. Jack's gloves are the ones flying first as he grips the guys sweater and slams him to the ice before the dude can register he's even there. Jack's knee is on his chest as he rips the guys helmet off his head and just starts hammering punches against him.

But I still feel like I can't fucking take my eyes off of Finn, and how Seb and the Vegas goalie are pulling his limp body out of the massive pile on thats started on Jack and the guy who did this.

I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe.

None of us are saying a damn thing, we're all stunned into a horrified silence and I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Please get up, Finn. Please.