Jack wasn't really the brightest of the new rookies on the Devils. Yes, he had talent and was a damn good player, but even having talent had its downsides. Tonight, the Devils had played against the Dallas Stars, and one mistake cost Jack the entire game.

There Jack was, now stuck in the medical area as the medic, you, was now attempting to stop the bleeding on his cheek. When he had fallen, one of the Stars players' skates had nicked his cheek, leaving a small but deep laceration on his cheek.

"Ow." Jack said, recoiling at the touch of the cotton swab. "Damnit, stop!" He finally snapped, shoving your arm away.

You sighed, shaking your head as you folded your arms. You were the same age as Jack, which made this ten times more irritating. "I have to stop the bleeding, Hughes." You stated, grabbing a clean cotton swab.

Jack rolled his eyes, putting his hand over the cut on his cheek. "Damnit, I'm fine." He snapped back. "I just want to go back on the damn ice. I shouldn't be stuck here because of a little cut!" He snapped once more.