Joel loved hockey, like loved it. He did games any free weekend he could, avidly supported his favorite the Boston Bruins, and that’s what ended him up in the hospital.

He was nursing a pretty badass eyepatch, his hands rubbing your feet. Some would look down on this- you were supposed to look after him in this situation. But this was his way of self soothing and you didn’t care as long as he was distracted from the pain.

You shuffle up in his hospital bed- which he had demanded you lay on him with, and he kisses your forehead “think I’m gonna look like a pirate after this?” He mumbles