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No..

I could see him and the puck comeing right at me.

He hit the puck up to far it was come in right for my faces so i droped to the ice.

I saw the puck. It never hit me. However i didn't see his skate.

As his skate gos for my neck. I can do nothing to stop it. Its like slow motion.

I figure it can go two ways. Through sometimes important or... Well is this it? I probably should be freaking out.

I have been so lost in thought i didn't even realize i have been holding my throat so i dont lost anymore blood.

I look up to the best of my abilities. And see him he looks terrified.

So with what remains of my throat i say.

"It ain't your fault kid. Dont let me see ya blame your self."

He looks at me shocked. Truth be told i didn't think i could speak either.

I try my best to smile at him. How it looks im not sure. There are people trying to help me up but i know theres no use.

"Kid." he looks back up at me. "What do the Blue Jackts and the Titanic have in common?" He looks at me weirdly.

"They both look good until they hit the ice." He let out a small laugh but looked sad.

I looked at him one last time and felt my eyes close as everything stopped.

He hit the ice. He didn't get back up. They put him in a black bag.

"The NHL will never be the same without him. We may have been on different teams but he was my frie- no he was my family." -Kid