One Goal Achieved (Patrick Kane)

Forgiven

-Skylar's POV-

My eyes flutter open and I quickly shut them. God this light is fucking bright. I groan in annoyance and finally open my eyes all the way. Holy hell my head was killing. Actually, my whole body hurts.

"Skylar" a quiet voice says and I follow it. It was Patrick kneeling beside me and I just had to smile at him. Wait... Why was he kneeling? Why am I in different clothes? Why was I in a hospital? At least I think it's a hospital.

"Patrick? What's going on" I ask until I realize my mouth is dry. Patrick holds up a cup of water and I drink it all. Man that tasted good.

"Oh, baby" he says touching my face as I lean into his touch, I've missed it so much. I open my eyes to see him crying and I quickly catch his tear. "This is all my fault" he cries and I promptly shush him.

Suddenly I remember everything and hated that he was so hard on himself. "Listen to me. You will not blame yourself for this you hear? Yeah, it sucks, and yeah, it's not the best of situations. But I know that the time I was gone all I was doing was missing you and the fact that you're here when I woke up is more than enough for me" I say cupping his face.

"I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose you. You have so many injuries and-" he rambled on

"-and I'm still here. With you. That's all that matters" I say. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "I love you Patrick. Always" I say causing him to open his eyes.

"I love you so fucking much" he says giving a little smile.

Later on Patrick's family and Jake joins us as we enjoy the deliciousness that is cafeteria food. "Just because I have to eat this shit doesn't mean you have to" I giggle as Erica nearly spits out her food.

"We're in this together. We want to" Donna smiles, I nod and continue to eat my food.

"I'm going to fucking kill him" Jake screams entering my room. I cover my ears as his voice rings throughout my head.

"Hey, watch the volume. She has a bad concussion, remember" Patrick says.

"Oh... right. But I found out who was driving the other car while intoxicated and I'm going to kick his ass who's with me" he announces pointing to the door. Natalie and Patrick get up and head to the door.

"Stop. Right. Now" I say slowly. They all stop and turn to me reluctantly.

"Sorry sis but I'm going to have to override you here" Jake says with his hand still on the door.

"Okay, say you kick his ass... but when you come back I'm still going to be in a hospital bed. Breaking his ribs won't fix mine. Hurting his head in doesn't heal mine. An eye for a eye only works in movies. At the end of the day we can't change what's already happened. It's done. From what I hear he's not doing too hot either. But he's going to get what's coming to him, and it won't be from you guys" I say crossing my arms.

"She's right you know" Donna says.

"But he could have killed you" Patrick whispers.

"But he didn't. If you hurt him you become just as bad as he is. Please just shut the door" I beg. Jake closes the door and comes back in.

"How are you defending him" Jacqueline wonders.

"I don't believe in revenge or anger. Overall, life is amazing. I won't take one second for granted. But there's going to be bumps in the road. I won't let this defy me. Everything heals with time, that includes my injuries and hopefully your heart" I say looking around. We finish up lunch and Patrick leaves for a game. We watch from the hospital and no matter how bad it hurt I still cheered when we did well.

"So are you taking the job with the Blackhawks" Pat Sr. asks.

"If they still want me I would love to" I say.

"Your insight is unique. They would be lucky to have you" he says with a smile.

"Thanks Pat, means a lot coming from you" I respond happily.

The game ends and they all head back to Pats, they'll be around a few more days before heading home. "Bye sis, please call if anything happens" Jake says kissing my head.

"Of course. Love you" I reply before he leaves. I was about to fall sleep before the door opens and a bright light comes in.

"State your name or I will find the surgical scissors and scoop your eyes out" I warn.

"Feisty. I like it" Patrick says and I giggle.

"What are you doing here" I ask. He had to be tired. He looked... different but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"The boys wanted to bring gifts" he says before moving to the side. They all brought in balloons and cards and stuffed animals and flowers. I thank them all and they head home to sleep. Well besides Patrick who insisted on staying. We watched sportscenter until I fell asleep in his arms.

-Patrick's POV-

I look down at Skylar who was fast asleep in my arms. I feel like there were no tears left yet here they come. I've had a lot to think about the past few days. After the game I was approached by a reporter asking about who the girl I was with in the crash was and how she was doing. I remember Skylar saying she moved out here because no one knew who she was or anything about her family and if they found out who she was that would want to move again. She would become the newest news story and she would be miserable. No one would care about how smart she was or how hard she worked to get to this point of her life. All they care about is that she's with me and she's something to talk about. So I gave them a fake name so they would leave it for a little, but it wouldn't hold them off for long. Everything she worked so hard for was about to be taken away from her because she was with me and I couldn't let that happen. I've made a lot of hard decisions in my life but this was by and far the hardest. I had to leave her. I kiss her soft lips for what might be the last time. My fingers easily go through her long hair and I feel my face become wetter. I didn't want to let go, but I had to. For her future and her happiness. I slowly slip away from her and take one last look. I was going to miss the way she looked at me with those piercing green eyes, how her smile lit up a whole room every single time, the way her hair was always so soft and smells like lavender, her adorable laugh, her funny sense of humor and adventurous ways, all the meals she would make and it literally always tasted good, I'll miss the little things like how she said my name or how her touch made me go numb. Most of all I'll miss my best friend, the one who cares for me more than anything. The one who always put me first. The one I will always love the most.