"Get him Jamie!" you screamed from the crowd of the Dallas stars vs. Anaheim Ducks game. it was game 7 of the first round series and the winner of the game moved on.
You had been dating Jamie for 3 years and you were always so proud of him. You were at every one of his home games and always cheered as loud as you could.
The game was tied 2-2 and there were only 37 seconds left on the clock. Ryan Getzlaf and Jamie were racing towards the puck, and that's when it happened. Jamie went knee on knee with Ryan and he went down hard. He laid on the ice, holding onto his knee which was in intense pain.
"Jamie!" you yelled, voice full of concern.
Jamie was helped off the ice by some of his teammates and was lead into the dressing room by one of the trainers.
You ran down to the dressing room, the security guard letting you in with no problems.
You heard Jamie screaming in pain as one of the team doctors tried moving his knee.
"Babe! oh my god are you okay?!" you asked, tears starting to fall down your face as you walked across the dressing roomy You hated seeing Jamie in that much pain.
"Yeah baby-ah!" he half screamed mid-sentence. "I'll be fine. Don't cry honey I'll be fine." he said, noticing that you were crying.
You ran the rest of the way across the room, throwing your arms around Jamie.
"I just hate seeing you hurt like that Jame (your nickname for him)."
"I know baby, but its the playoffs, everyone has to make sacrifices, right?"
"I know honey. I'm really proud of you," you sniffled.
You kissed his forehead and stayed with him while the doctor examined his knee. A while later the rest of the team came in, very excited. They were moving on to round 2!
