NHL Imagines

Brayden Schenn (Philadelphia Flyers)

Brayden's POV

"Okay babe, well I'll-" she was cut off by another coughing attack.

"(Y/N)," I sighed "have you been taking your medicine?" 

"No," she croaked "that stuff is nasty. You wouldn't take it either. It tastes like a mixture of grape and vomit."

"I should've known better," I mumbled "please, please take your medicine. I know it tastes gross, trust me. My mom made Luke and I take it when we got sick when we were younger. You've been sick for over a week, babe. Please take your meds."

She groaned. "Alright, but if I throw up, it is not my fault and I'm gonna kick your ass when you get back."

I laughed. "Okay. I love you,"

"I love yo-" more coughing. 

"It's okay," I told her over her coughs "just text me if you need anything."

I hung up and let out a loud sigh. That girl is so stubborn, I swear to God. I felt bad for her, I really did, but if she had listened to me, she wouldn't still be sick. It's not like I could do anything, though. The Flyers were in New York tonight and we were playing the Rangers.

"Buddy, just go home," Luke said through a mouthful of steak "we can win without you."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of water. Claude stifled a laugh at Luke's comment and cleared his throat. 

"What Luke means is, we can pull through this game even one man down. Love comes before games, my man. Now, finish eating and I'll have Jody book you a flight home for the next plane that leaves to Philadelphia," 

"Thanks, Claude. Tell Jody I said thanks, too,"

He nodded and we continued talking about different plays that Coach Hakstol went over with us. 

||At home||

I opened the front door and set my bags down. The first thing I heard when I settled down was coughing and sneezing. I bit my lip and started to walk to our bedroom door. 

"Hey," I smiled at her.

Her eyes widened and she sat up quickly. "You're here! Why are you here? You have a game today! Damn it, Brayden!" 

She started coughing again, so I went into the kitchen and grabbed the medicine and a bottle of water. When I returned, she had the comforter all the way around her, only her eyes peaking out from above it. I laughed and slowly walked towards her. She whined when she saw the medicine in my hand and shuffled further under the blankets.

"Either you take this damn medicine or I force you to take it," I warned her.

"I'd like to see you try," she tested.

Sighing, I set the medicine and water down onto the nightstand and knelt down beside the bed. I pulled back the covers enough to see her face. She had her eyes closed and, for a second, I thought she was asleep. When she smiled, though, I turned to the side and poured some of the medicine into a little cup, holding it out in front of her. A long breath escaped her lips and she sat up again, taking the cup out of my hand, and downing it in less than two seconds. I had already opened the water bottle and she reached out for it as soon as she set the cup down. After chugging more than half of the bottle down, she smiled at me, eliciting one from me.

"Thanks Brayden," 

"For what?" I asked.

"For coming home just to take care of me. Aren't you going to get in trouble?" she wondered, a worried expression on her face.

"Nah," I shook my head "if I do, Coach will probably just make me skate an extra lap. Nothing too serious. He'd do the same for his wife."

"Well," she started "since you are home and I'm sick and can't do anything... cuddles?" 

I laughed, kicking my shoes off and hopping into bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she rested her head on my chest, tangling her legs with mine. Her fingers gripped the fabric of my shirt tightly and she held me against her. 

"Comfortable?" I laughed, coughing into her hoodie a few times.

She nodded and snuggled up closer to me. 

"I love you," I cooed.

"I love you, too, dork," she replied, tiredly. 

Requested by rachlove32 :)

My Icehogs game was on Sunday and it was so much fun! I didn't get a picture with the Stanley Cup (because good lord you should have seen the line), but I did see it! I also happened to "meet" Pierre Labrie. My seats were right by the penalty box and he got called for fighting in the third period, so I got to talk to him for a couple minutes. He was super nice!