games operations | jamie drysdale

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"Skyler you need to come down to the PT room right now." Sarah said knocking on my office door in a hurry, she seemed worried and was acting like there was something wrong.

"What happened? Is Jamie okay?" I asked, getting up from my chair immediately.

"I don't know, Chad just said to get you and bring you down immediately." She replied. I ran. As fast as I could I ran down the hallways towards the team area and into the PT room.

"What's going on? Where's Jamie? Is he okay?" I asked, out of breath, basically not able to breathe.

"Jamie's okay, there just might be a little issue with his situation." Chad said.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked.

"It's a long story, after the surgery we thought it would just be 4-6 months, with the torn labrum."

"Okay, Chad, love the explanation but no offence I was there and you're making me nervous and I really need you to just tell me what's going on." I said, I know it was a little rude, but he kept dragging it on and I needed the explanation.

"Skyler, he might be done playing hockey." Chad said. I dropped my phone which was held tightly in my hand, and the tears started brimming in my eyes.

"You're lying." I said, my voice was already shaky.

"I'm not." He replied.

"No, you have to be lying it's just a torn labrum, it'll be fine in a couple months, he's going to play in a couple more months." I said, shaking my head and clenching my fists at my side.

"I'm sorry, Skyler, I thought it would come from me better than Jamie, he's a little shaken up right now."

"Fucking hell." I said, now slamming my fist against the door frame of his office. "He was doing so well, he was getting better." I said, now crouching down in my position and pushing my hair back with my finger tips, tugging on the roots a little bit whilst squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Skyler?" I recognized the voice pretty well, but it wasn't the voice I wanted. It was Trevor, he set his hand lightly in between my shoulders.

"What?" I asked hastily.

"Come outside with me." He said, he also looked upset. Did Trevor know before me? I stood up slowly and he rested an arm around my shoulder.

"Why are we going outside?" I asked, taking both of my middle fingers and rubbing directly under neath my eyes to get the flaky mascara off.

"Because there's someone out here you need to see." He responded.

"Jamie?" I asked.

"No, not Jamie." He said.

"Who the fuck is it then and where is Jamie? Is whoever this is more important than Jamie?" I asked. I was angry, I was upset, I was fully heartbroken about the news.

"Right now, yes they're more important than Jamie." Trevor said as he opened the door and we slipped out.

"No one's more important than Jamie, at any point and especially right now, Trevor. I need to find him, where is he?" I asked. I was looking around the parking lot to see if I could find his Audi, and it was no where to be found. Trevor took his arm off of my shoulder and stood in front of me. "Let's get whatever this is over with, Trevor." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Two hands then landed on my shoulders from behind me. I turned around and hovering behind me was a no longer slinged up Jamie Drysdale.

"Jamie!" I yelled and closed the few inch gap in between us, wrapping my arms around his torso. I missed the feeling of both of his arms around me and squeezing, every once in a while I get a hug with both arms while we're going to bed, but this felt good, I know for both of us. He had the sling on for almost two months, it's already December 10th.