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-y/n pov-
It's been about 3 days after the surgery, and my arm feels better honestly but not the best. Today the doctor told me I could go home, and my dad had been so grateful. The doctor told us that in a couple weeks I could be starting to do physical therapy while my hand is in the cast still.
Dad had been looking at good physical therapists for sports playing kids. He talked to a couple of his buddies who knew people who played in the NHL and other hockey leagues who have also been injured, and most of them recommended Dr.Nort. He was a physical therapist who usually worked with sports players.
There was only one problem. His office was in california, which means we would have to move and live there to be able to work with him. And that's exactly what dad wants us to do. He said his job would let him move and work at their office there, and they would provide us with an apartment. I mean the only thing really holding me back would be the ducks, and I can't play anymore so. We get in the car and head to the school, to talk to the headmaster.
-Dwayne's pov-
"When are you gonna go see her?" Fulton asks me.
"I don't know Fulton, she probably doesn't even want to see me anyway" I reply fidgeting with the pencil in my hand. Most of us ducks are in study hall right now because we have an hour to do homework. Julie and Connie left and went somewhere. I do really want to talk to y/n and apologize but, she just got hurt and is worrying about that right now, I don't want to add more to her plate. I know we were supposed to talk after the game, and she wanted to then but that was 3 days ago.
-y/n pov-
I'm sitting in the headmasters office not really listening to anything my dad or the headmaster is saying, I'm in my own little bubble. I'm trying to think of a way to tell the team I'm moving, and I think about practice. Practice is later tonight so I could go then and tell everybody. Dad finished talking to the headmaster and we head to my dorm to pack my stuff up.
I haven't told anybody I'm out of the hospital yet and I'll just surprise them later. We get to the dorm and start packing the boxes. Schools over now so students will be filing in soon. Dad says he's taking some boxes out to the car and I nod and keep packing. I hear a knock on the doors I'm putting books in a box, and I turn around and see him.
-Dwaynes pov-
Schools out and I decide I'm gonna go to y/ns dorm and see if she's there. When I get there I see boxes outside of her door with her door open. When I stand in the door frame, I see her putting her books into a box. I knock on the door. She turns around and a very faint smile appears on her face.
"What's with the boxes y/n?" I say, trying my hardest for my voice not to break because I'm pretty sure I know the answer.
"Dwayne..." she says, and smile disappears and her eyes start to water, "I'm moving.." she says, in almost a whisper.
