Hockey imagines and short stories. Open to requests, but I will let you know my favorite team is the Washington Capitals, therefore I mostly know things about them and their players. There will be many Capitals imagines in this but I will expand and...
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After losing the first game of round one against Columbus in the Stanley Cup playoffs you decide it was best to take your boyfriend, Andre, out to dinner the next night to lift his spirits and get him pumped for game two.
"Hey babe, don't worry about too much ok? Listen it was only the first game." You reach across the table and squeeze his hands. Trying to comfort him, you know he gets down on himself after losing and especially during playoffs.
"I know, I know. I just...I just can't help but think that it was something I could've done better. I won't be able to handle it if we get kicked out again... after last year...we need to go all the way."
"Babe, your anxiety is getting the best of you. Don't worry. You have the most amazing team standing beside you. This one game wasn't your fault. Besides it's one game. I know you guys will pull through. And I know you will pull through and you'll do amazing." He looks up at you, you smile. His soft brown eyes meet yours and he smiles back at you.
"Okay...I love you."
"I love you too."
The night continues and you both finish your dinner and head back to the hotel, knowing tomorrow is going to be another busy day for Andre.
The next morning you wake up, and to no surprise Andre is not laying next to you, he must've already head out for morning skate. You roll out of bed and walk to the small kitchen area of your hotel. As you go to grab an apple off the counter you see a note.
Sorry I didn't let you know I was leaving, I didn't want to wake you from your beauty sleep. Thank you for last night. You really know what to say and do to make me feel better. I promise you we'll get the job done. And I promise tonight's game will be for you.
-Andre
As you read his note you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach, like you're falling in love all over again. You think to yourself, what did I ever do to deserve him?
You finish getting ready and soon head out to meet the other wives and girlfriends who also decided to come for games one and two. And after hanging out with them all day, before you know it, it was time for the game.
Once arriving to the area you all are directed to your suite. You walk in and take a seat next to Brandi, Holtby's wife. The game begins and soon the Caps are up by two. You try not to get too excited because it was still only the first period but you can't help it. Andre is playing really good and the team seems to be on point.
With 5 minuets left of the first you see Andre back out on the ice, you watch as he goes to the boards to get the puck and break it out of the zone, but before he could do any of that he gets cut off by Jenner. Who slams Andre into the boards. At first you don't get worried, knowing that this is hockey and physical contact exists. But you see him slowly turn around, clutching his left hand with his right, skating to the bench. Without talking to anyone he immediately walks back to the dressing room.
"Hey Y/N don't get too worried ok, I'm sure he's fine this stuff happens all the time, besides he probably just went back because there's only a couple minutes left of the first." Brandi says as she places her hand on your shoulder, directing your attention away from what just happened.
You nod and sit back down, glancing at your phone every so often in case you get any news on what happened and if Andre is ok.
The horn blows and after a few minutes into intermission you hear a nearby TV playing you listen in and hear two announcers discussing Andre. You turn towards it and patiently watch, finding out that he "suffered an undisclosed upper-body injury, Trotz also added that he would need minor surgery."
You stand up and slowly walk to the TV. Your shocked and can only imagine what's going through Andre's mind.
"I...I need to be with him." You say as you look around, you rush towards one of the gentleman that brought you up to the suite.
"Please take me down there."
He pauses for a moment, thinking. "Okay... I guess it won't hurt."
Once you get on the main concourse he leads you to a side stairwell, from there he walks you down and past all the locker rooms. He leads you into the 'away' team room and into the back where the medical room is.
You open the door and see Andre sitting there alone with his good hand holding his head up. You step closer and see tears slowly running down his face. His eye are red and you can see that he's in pain.
"Oh my god... baby" he lifts his head up to see you, his eyes light up...but instantly after he begins to cry harder.
"Y/N...I'm so sorry..." you walk closer to him and sit next to him, hugging him, holding him.
"No no no...stop. Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for."
"This game was supposed to be for you. We were... I was supposed to go all the way... it's over. It's all over."
"No babe no it's not. It's not over. They'll fix you right up and you'll be back in no time."
"No...they said I'll have to miss the rest of this round... and if the team pulls through... I'll miss the second round too..." he wipes his cheeks then slams his fist down. "God fucking damnit! Why, why does this shit always happen."
"Babe it's ok, everything thing will end up being ok, you'll pull through I know you will. You've done it before you can do it again."
