-y/n pov-
I was skating with the puck down the ice, on the side by the boards. I know that a guy is beside me, trying to get the puck away from me but I don't think much of it. Then, he hits me hard into the boards and my head hits the boards hard and fast. All I hear is faint yelling before I black out.
-dwaynes pov-
I'm skating behind y/n, failing to stay with her, god she sure is fast. Then the Iceland player who was trying to get the puck away from her, hits her into the boards. She goes down and she doesn't get back up. I skate beside her and kneel.
"y/n?!? Hey" I said looking at her. A million scenarios ran through my head and the one of her dying from a head injury scared me the most. She can't die, not before I tell her the truth. The trainer came over and told me to give her space. I get up and skate to where the team was. Y/n was put on a stretcher and taken out of the rink. We lost the game 5-1, all of us too worried about her to play good. She was the only one who scored a point.
-time skip-
-y/n pov-
I woke up in the hospital with the team by my side, with Dwayne on one side, holding my hand and Connie and Julie on the other.
"Hey y/n" Dwayne said, making the team look at me.
"Did we win?" I asked looking at Coach.
"No, but don't worry about that. You took quite a nasty hit there. You gotta worry about getting better." Coach said, while touching my arm, "Okay, guys let's leave y/n alone to get some rest" The team left but Dwayne stayed back for a moment.
"I thought you died for a second out there." he said while laughing. I smiled, he cared about me.
"You cared about me" I said smirking, locking eyes with him. "Dwayne i-" I tried to say before he cut me off by kissing me. We pulled away and smiled.
"y/n, I've liked you since I joined the team and saw you. and when you took that hit back there I didn't know if i'd get the chance to tell you. So i did." He said looking down, cheeks red.
"Dwayne" I said, lifting his head up and locking eyes, "I feel the same way."