Hockey Imagines

Alex Galchenyuk (Montreal)

this is for @ElliceMacGillivary sorry it took so long to get up!

To say you were terrified was a massive understatement. You had just gotten a job with the Montreal Canadiens as their assistant athletic trainer. You had always wanted to work with a professional sports team and that dream was finally coming true. However you grew up in Boston, and everyone know about the Boston Montreal rivalry. So when you got the call saying they wanted you as the trainer, it was shocking. You interned with the Bruins during college which was a lot of fun. But this is a new opportunity.

You parked your car and walked into the Canadiens practice facility and followed the directions in your head but still ended up getting lost. "Hey you need help?" You turned and saw Alex Galchenyuk. "Yes please, I have to go to the trainers room." "Yeah sure, follow me." You followed him down a few halls and eventually you got there. "Thank you Alex." "No problem." He walked away and you went into the room. "You must be (y/n)?" "Yeah that's me." "Welcome to Montreal, I'm Graham the head trainer." "Nice to meet you." "You too. Now let me show you around and explain what you are going to be doing." He showed you around, explained everything in detail. "Let me show you the ice and introduce you to the team." He was about to show you out when a player came in. "Hey Graham?" "What's up Gally?" "Chucky hurt himself." "Alright I'm coming. (Y/n) can you stay here while I bring him back?" "Yeah sure." Graham left and came back with a limping Galchenyuk. Alex sat on the medical bed and sighed in relief. "(Y/n) can you take care of him?" "Yes sir." You went over to Alex. "What hurts?" "My ankle?" "Which one?" "Left." "What happened?" "My skate got stuck in the ice and I kept moving and fell." You nodded and carefully took off his skate and he hissed in pain. You carefully pressed around ankle and it wasn't broken. You started to move it around. "Ow ow ow." "What part of your ankle hurts?" He pointed higher up on the ankle almost on lower leg. You checked a few other things. "Alex can you stand?" He got down, "Put as much weight as you can on the foot." He did and then pulled it back. "What part of your ankle did it hurt?" He pointed to the same spot. "My diagnosis is a high ankle sprain, 3 weeks minimum." "Damn it." He mumbled and sat back down looking upset. You grabbed some tape and wrapped his ankle. "Try standing on it now, as much weight as possible." He was able to stand normal. "Pain?" "No. How?" "It was the tape job I did. I did it with a lot of the Boston guys when I was in college, they swear by it and were able to play. So I can tape it before practice and games or you can sit out 3 weeks. Obviously it's your preference." "Will it heal if I tape it like this?" "Yeah the tape stabilizes it when your playing and when you are at home, you need to ice it a lot and no weight." "Can you tape it?" "Yes I can." "Thank you." "No problem, I know how much you guys want to be out there." He nodded and thanked me again.

A few weeks later

You really do love your job, and the guys are great. You, Alex, and Gally have all become really close. You were currently in the medical room going through some paperwork when Alex came in. "hey Alex what's up?" I asked turning my attention towards him. "I... well.. Um..." "Alex spit it out." "Will you go to dinner with me?" "Like a date?" "Yeah." "I'd love to." You told him with a smile. "I'll pick you up at 6." "Sounds good." He left with the biggest smile on his face and you shook your head with a laugh and got back to work.