Living Proof (NHL)

Chapter Nine

Hey guys. I'm really sorry I haven't updated in awhile!
I started medical school recently so I've been trying to focus on that but I want to get back into writing so I am going to continue this story from where I stopped.

Again, I'm so sorry it's been so long!

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"We're down one guys but we still have time to work with." It was three hours later and we were in the third period of the game against Montreal. There was five minutes left of the game and the score was 2-3.

The whole game had been fast paced and the Montreal Canadiens were definitely using their size against us. I had been hit hard a few times and one time I couldn't catch my breath after it. They wanted me to leave the game but I refused.

"Sutter's line, get out there."

Getting into place, Suttsy took the face off but lost it. We were in our zone for at least thirty seconds before I finally got it out and headed for the bench. They got it back in our zone quickly so I was the only one that got the change.

I watched as Montreal took control of the puck and none of our guys could get it away from them. Beau was battling for it in the corner against Markov but neither of them could get it. Smith-Pelly, who had been on the other side of the ice, got fed up and took off towards them.

I thought he was going to try to help Markov but he didn't slow down and before I knew it, he slammed into Beau. Beau, who didn't see it coming, went head first into the boards and slammed into the ice. That's when all hell broke loose.

My heart was slamming against my rib cage as I watched Beau, who wasn't moving, get trampled. The refs were trying to break everyone up but it wasn't working. Two of the Habs, or Canadiens, were ganging up on Sutter and my first instincts kicked in.

Before I could get over the boards I was grabbed by the back of my jersey and yanked until I was sitting down.

"Don't do that. It'll be the biggest mistake you've ever made." Duper held on the back of my jersey until he knew I wasn't going over the boards. I was kind of happy that he caught me because I would have been kicked out of the game and I would have been suspended a few more.

It felt like forever until they finally got everyone off the ice except for Beau. I leaned over the bench and tried to calm down as I watched the doctors talk to him. He was conscious but I could tell that he was out of it. The doctor put his hand up signalling for them to bring the stretcher onto the ice.

"Shit, shit, shit."

"He's going to be alright Cub." I didn't pay attention to who said it and it definitely didn't calm my nerves.

The stretcher stopped next to Beau who had been turned gently onto his back.

Flashbacks of when they were putting my dad onto the stretcher kept popping into my mind as they did the same to Beau. Starting to get really hot and dizzy, I put my head in my hands and tried to stay calm.

I felt like I was in the part of the movie when something bad happens and it's silent and in slow motion. Every time I closed my eyes I was back to my 10 year old self sitting in the stands as they wheeled my dad off the ice.

"Kolby. Kolby, talk to me." Hands were on my shoulders and I was being shook. "Come on Cub, everything's fine. You're fine." Olli voice sounded through the fog as he pulled off my helmet.