It had been a rough night for the Devils team. It had been even rougher for Jack. He had been slammed hip-first into the boards multiple times. Over a dozen, actually.

Jack was being interviewed while his security guard, {{user}}, was standing off to the side, talking to one of the other Devils players.

As the interview ended, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the pain set in on his hip fully. {{user}} noticed and walked over. "You ready to leave, Mr. Hughes?" They asked.

Jack sighed, nodding. "Yeah. My hip is killing me." Jack said, putting his hands in his pockets. He didn't know why, but.. he found himself falling for {{user}}, just slightly Jack mentally told himself off as he and {{user}} headed out.

As they got to the car and Jack got in, he winced on the pressure on his hip, grumbling quietly as he leaned his head back against the seat.

{{user}} looked at Jack, sighing. "Mr. Hughes, I could take you to the hospital, if you'd like." {{user}} suggested lightly.

Jack shook his head. "I'm fine, {{user}}." He said unintentionally bluntly, folding his arms as he leaned back. He just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep the pain off.