A Couple Hockey Imagines

The Cast: A Patrick Kane Imagine

"You remember how lame you were when we first met?" You chuckled.
"It was in a hospital room just like this one." You spoke, looking around the room before meeting a pair of blue eyes that were now so familiar. For years they'd given you the same effect. A fluttering heart and an acrobatic stomach.

He smiled back at you, "Yea," Patrick nodded. "I remember."

You sat on the hospital bed with a slight grimace on your face. This stupid cast prevented you from doing a list of daily tasks from making a sandwich to yoga and most importantly it kept you from playing baseball. You missed the days at the lot the most. Your grimace set in further before you head turned to the opening door of the check up room.

"How are we today, Y\N?" Your physician asked, clipboard in hand. You looked up at your doctor and attempted to smile.

"Well Doc, I'm still not playing ball." You answered, holding up your right arm. The doctor gave a chuckle before speaking,

"That's what you said last week. But don't be too down I've got a surprise for you today." He smiled before walking out of the room, not allowing you to ask any questions. You shrugged it off and waited for your doctor to return.

While you were picking at your cast there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." You answered.

A tuff of reddish-golden locks popped into your view followed by a pair of blue eyes and after that a crooked, boyish grin that complimented a young man rather beautifully.

Huh.

When a few seconds went by without a word from either of you his grin fell and he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hey." Was all that fell from his rosy lips.

"Hey." Naturally, was your reply. You had to admit, he was pretty cute. Even though he was a little on the short side his hair and his eyes were a perfect match. The way he grinned when he first stepped into the room made your heart flutter and your stomach do backflips.

While mid-thought in the way this stranger made you feel he suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a Sharpie and looked back and forth between you and your cast before wagging his eyebrows at you.

Pleased with having earned a giggle from you he stepped forward and placed a hand on your cast. You held it out to him in an answer and he happily wrote God knows what on it. You were too busy watching him rather than what he signed.

"Pat? Pat, let's go. We've got a bunch of people to see." A man peeped his head in the doorway. This one wasn't as attractive.

You looked back at... Pat was his name? And he was already looking at you. Those blue eyes pulled you in and they didn't want to let you go. Not that that was a bad thing. As you bit back a smile, Pat let his brighten the already sunny room while walking backwards toward the door. He waved to you before sending you a wink and stepping into the hall way. You allowed your smile to break from ear to ear before waving at the door, knowing that he couldn't see you.

The rest of your day consumed of Pat. Was he the surprise your doctor had been talking about? Had your doctor only scheduled a check up because Pat would be there? What makes him so special? Why was he so dreamy? While you thought you remembered that he had signed your cast. How could you have forgotten! Flipping your arm to where you could see, you almost fainted when you saw 10 digits sloppily scribbled next to a poorly drawn smiley face.

You and Patrick hit it off almost immediately. You played hard to get for about a week, just for shits and giggles. Date after date you knew more about each other. He learned your passion for ball and you, his for hockey. You thought it was odd but the way he looked when you first saw him on the ice made you feel otherwise. That night was your first kiss, about three whole weeks after that special check up.

Here you were sitting in a hospital room, him now accompanying you instead of surprising you and it had been years since that first day. Again, you had been injured and hindered from things you enjoy. You were looking out of the window when you felt Patrick softly grab your arm and watched as he pulled a Sharpie out of his back pocket. He didn't look up from his task even when you called his name. He wrote something quick on your cast and shoved the sharpie back in his pocket, leaving his hands there as you looked at what he had scribbled.

Marry me? It read.

Your eyes went wide before looking up and over Patrick. He was on his knee with a little velvet box and a worried smile on his face. Happy tears burned your eyes as you flung yourself around Patrick.

"Of course I will." You whispered to him. He laughed before leaning back slightly.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, pulling your arms from around his neck.

"Nothing." You bit your lip as you tried to scratch your arm through your cast.