Warnings: Mentions of injury
Request: Could you write one for David pastrnak? One where he gets
injured on the ice and you get really nervous and scared?? Please and thank you
Note: As a Bruins fan, it pains me to write about my boys in pain. How dare you request this. ;) Hope you like it!
You settled into your seat, a boat of nachos in hand; the second period just beginning. You leaned down, grabbing your phone out of your purse when a collective gasp, then shouts, sounded from the arena around you. Looking to the ice, you saw David lying face down on the ice.
“Fuck, what happened?” you asked nervously, glancing to Katrina who sat beside you, your jumped to your feet.
She stood beside you as you linked your arm through hers. “Late hit. Didn’t see who it was, but David went down hard.”
You watched as he tried to get up, barely managing to get onto all fours as the trainer stepped off the bench, sliding across the ice to him.
Maybe he just needed to catch his breath. Maybe he just needed to shake it off. The trainer knelt down beside him, a hand resting on David’s back. You watched intently, David shaking his head every few seconds. Your heart stopped when you saw Bergy skate over, helping the trainer get him to his feet. The pain on his face was clear as they walked him to the bench, the trainer taking him straight down the tunnel.
“Go.” Katrina whispered beside you, giving you a gentle
nudge in the ribs. You grabbed your bag, jogging up the stairs tossing your
barely touched nachos in the trash as you raced to elevator.
The ride to the lower level of TD Garden was torture. The attendant in the elevator, who had been listening to the game through the speakers of the elevator, patted your arm as you approached the first floor. “He’s tough, I’m sure he’ll be okay, miss.”
You flashed them a brief smile before stepping out the elevator and walking quickly down the corridor to the training room. The attendant was right, David was tough. But he was also human. Made of flesh and bone, his plastic and foam padding no match for that tiny rubber puck and those massive men.
You approached the door, a security guard standing outside. You recognized him from your frequent visits to the Garden. He outstretched his arm, knowing where you were headed. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in until the trainers are done with him.” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, wanting nothing more than to see David was still alive and well. You looked at the guard and his towering frame, then glanced at the door knob, wondering if you could manage to sneak past him. As if reading your mind, he gave you a sympathetic smile, speaking again. “Ma’am, I know this is a scary situation, but I’m sure it’ll only a few minutes until they’re finished with him.”
“C-could you at least let them know I’m out here?” you asked fretfully, wishing you could telepathically let David know you were out there.
“Ma’am, I’m not supp—“
“Please?” you interjected, tears welling in your eyes.
He frowned, but when his compassionate eyes met yours, he sighed. “Okay.” He cracked the door open and you tried to peak past him, only able to see one of the trainers moving at the end of the hall. The guard appeared a minute later, much to your relief, he held the door open, ushering you inside. “They just got finished with him.”
You gave his shoulder a squeeze as you rushed past him, walking down the short hallway and into the room where David was reclined, a fresh set of stitches above his brow, a deep bruise forming around his eye. Your eyes welled with tears as you rushed over to him.
His arms opened to you, pulling you into him and you let yourself cry. One hand ran down your back, the other stroked your hair. “Baby, you’ve seen me hurt before. I’m okay.” he said, flustered by your outpouring of emotion. When your tears didn’t subside, he spoke again. “Baby, I’m okay.” he repeated.
You pulled back, wiping the tears with the back of your hand before resting them on his chest. “You’re okay.” you confirmed, soaking him in.
“Are you?” he asked, concerned.
“Am I what?” you asked, your eyes absentmindedly scanning the neat row of stiches.
“Okay.” he said. “You’ve never cried like this because of a bruise before.” he said gently, a firm hand resting on your waist.
“Are you kidding, David?” you sniffled. “I cry like this every time anything happens to you.”
“No, you don’t.” he chuckled, shaking his head, assuming you were joking.
“I do.” you nodded. “Usually I wait until after you’re home; after you’ve iced whatever was bruised or broken, then once you fall asleep I go to the bathroom and cry.” you admitted, your eyes falling to your lap, not wanting to admit to feeling that weak.
His free hand caught your chin lightly, lifting your face to meet his gaze. “I had no idea.” he said softly, his eyes scanning your tear streaked cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about me so much.”
“I do, though. Every day you wake up and play, I worry. I worry about what shape you’ll come home in, whether I’ll just have to get you an icepack, change a bandage, or help you walk to bed. I’ll never stop worrying about you.” you told him.
Guilt washed over his face, this time his eyes were the ones that dropped. “I-I didn’t know you felt like that.” he said. “I don’t want you to worry, but I don’t know what I can do to help you feel better.” he said helplessly.
“Don’t feel bad, baby.” you said. “Whatever does or doesn’t happen, we’ll get through it, we always do.” you smiled, cupping his cheek with your palm. “Tonight was the first time I ever saw you in this much pain. It freaked me out… more than usual.”
“I promise I’ll be careful.” he said.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” you chuckled, knowing full well you’d likely be icing another bruise in a few weeks’ time.
He nodded with a sigh, mulling your words over. “I have one promise that I can make.” he said, his eyes searching yours hopefully.
“Hmm?” you hummed, your thumb brushing across his cheek.
“I promise that I’ll always love you and I promise that one day soon, I’ll ask you to be mine forever.” he said.
Your heart beat faster in your chest, your cheeks flushing. “Did they hop you up on painkillers, babe?”
“Well, yes… but that’s not why I’m saying this. I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I care about you, and I knew you loved me; but until tonight, I didn’t realize how deeply you cared for me. I love you, baby.”
You bit your lip, a fresh wave of tears washing down your cheeks as you leaned into David, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. “I love you, too.” you murmured, your forehead resting against his.