~ NHL Imagines ~

~ Hampus Lindholm ~

PROMPT: the reader working late as an intern at the hospital,, hampus coming in because of an injury.

It was another late shift at the hospital, just tying up some loose ends, helping my fellow co-workers with their chores, etc. I was in and out of rooms when I hear our familiar commentator, John Ahlers, announce that a player was down.

"Ooh, that does not look good. He's,, down for the count."

I decide that since it's pretty slow, I'll allow myself the luxury of taking a few minutes off to watch. As of late, things have been so hectic that I haven't been able to watch the Ducks.

I've always loved their style of play, and I've come in contact with a few guys, just because of some injuries they wanted to get checked out.

"Oh shit, he's not even moving." Dallon, one of the nurses, says.

"Poor guy."

"We'll see him in a few minutes."

I step into our mini 'home away from home' and see a few people huddled around the TV.

"Hey guys, what'd I miss?" I ask, plopping down next to Dallon.

"It's your boy, Lindholm." Jackie says, eyes still glued to the tv.

"Shit, what about him?" I question, trying to figure out what happened.

"He just got hit, a real nasty one, by Marchand." She responds, briefly looking away to grab her mug, presumably filled with coffee.

"That rat bastard." I mutter.

"Literally." Andrew jokes, making all of us laugh.

After a few more seconds, an intercom like system goes off with an announcement from the boss.

'Alright, here's the deal. I know that you guys are watching the game, since there's nothing much to do around here, so I know that you saw the hit on Hampus.

He's gonna be coming in in a few minutes, I want all of you to work together on this one. Don't let me or Hampus down,,,, since he's already been let down tonight.'

A few snickers are heard throughout the room as he continues.

'But anyways, keep up the good work. Oh, and once get him settled you can return to your beloved hockey game.'

And with the conclusion of the message, we all stand up and talk amongst ourselves, all of us taking one last look at the tv before we head out.

Since there are only four of us, we break off into two groups, Dallon with Andrew, and Jackie and I.

But before we officially split, we review our game plan. After that, Dallon and Andrew take off, and Jackie and I stay in the same area prepping.

"So,, the Ducks are your favorite team, huh?" She asks, looking up at me.

I smile and nod, glancing up to meet her emerald eyes.

"Definitely. Ever since I knew what hockey was, I've adored them. And, since they were founded a couple years before I was born, it was kind of a learning experience for my Dad and I." I reply, fixing the bedsheets.

"Oh yeah? So you're,,, how old are you?" She asks, a certain tone added, sounding annoyed that she couldn't remember.

"I'm 19, turning 20 on February 7th." I answer.

"Aw man, I feel like I ask you that all the time. I apologize."

"No biggie, I get asked all the time."