𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍, 80s, 90s, 00s

charlie conway 🏒

"Come on, Y/N! You can do it!" Coach yelled to me from the other side of the rink. It was my only shot to win the game, and I didn't think I'd be able to do it. One shot and we'd win, and it was up to me. All I had to do, was hit the puck into the goal. But how could I when there's guys twice my size blocking me.

I breathed in and out sharply as everything fell into slow motion. I could hardly hear the cheering of other people but only Charlie yelling from the bench.

"Just breathe, Y/N! You'll be fine!" He yelled with excitement. I turned to look at him for a split second he was on the edge of his seat. I smiled feeling a bit relaxed as I set my hockey stick up right by the black puck. I made eye contact with the goalie and swung backwards.

I picked my feet off the ground and started skating towards the goal with my stick steadily roaming the ice. I could hear my heart beating. I tried to imagine that the guys who were blocking me weren't there but I couldn't help but fall under my feet. One of their sticks got tangled under my skate when I forcefully hit the puck. I fell on my feet and felt a sharp crack running down my knee and to my ankle. The pain was excruciatingly hard. I couldn't breathe as I fell on my back feeling my insides burning up.

A sharp whistle blew as my head hit the ice harshly. I yelped as the pain got harsher and harsher every second. I couldn't move, it's like I was freezing up. My muscles were stuck in place.

"Get her off the ice!" I heard Charlie yell as a paramedic scooped me up. I couldn't help but start sobbing the pain was too heavy. My leg felt like it was splitting in two.

"You're gonna be alright, kid." I heard coach at my side. I didn't care about him in that moment.

"Charlie!" I screamed as they carried me out of the building. I felt blood dripping from the back of my head and saw the red liquid on the ice rink, "where's Charlie?" I cried holding onto the paramedic for dear life.

I looked over to see Charlie's mom holding Charlie back from the bench. He was fighting and pulling to get to me but she wouldn't let him.

"Get Charlie over here now!" Coach yelled. Softly his mother let go of him and raced over to my side as I was set onto a stretcher. I didn't think it was that bad... but something was horribly wrong. I felt the back of my head start stinging and finally Charlie came into my sight.

"Charlie!" I yelped with my tears cascading down my face. He looked so pale and worried, like he was sick. His hand brushed some hair out of my face and when he looked down at his hand red blood covered it. I fell sick at the sight of it.

"Don't you close your eyes on me, Y/N." Charlie strictly said. I tried my hardest, but couldn't help the threatening feeling of passing out. It went black in seconds time.

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I awoke the next day in a white hospital room. I felt sick to my stomach as I saw the whole team sitting in the waiting room with their parents. Coach was there too. Everyone was there. And my mom at my side.

"Oh, Y/N. Oh, she's awake!" My mom yelled. Everyone outside perked up and smiled as the saw I had finally woken.

"Where's Charlie?" I asked weakly. My mom faintly smiled into the other room. Charlie looked at his mom before opening the door and rushing to my side. His eyes were dark like he hadn't slept in so long.

"Don't ever do that again," Charlie said grabbing my hand right away, "I was so worried." He shakily said. I looked down to my feet and saw a white cast from my knee to the bottom of my foot. I ran my hand along my jaw and felt stitches going from the corner of my mouth to my ear. The same was in the back of my head. I was badly injured.

"Charlie.." I whispered before reaching up and holding his face in my hands. He softly laid his head on my chest and carefully hugged me.

"I love you...." He whispered truthfully. I warmly smiled before returning his words.