An acceptation was made. And you were now on the Anaheim ducks NHL team. Nobody really had high hopes for you as..of course, you were a newbie. But your first time you stepped foot on the ice and you heard the cheers, you had it in you. Most the team watched, impressed, as you scored goal after goal. Making it 4-1. And it went on like that most games, and no matter what happened to you..You got back up. Well, that was until a month of you on the team. You guys were on the 3rd period, when a fight broke out between you and another guy on the other team, you were getting him badly. When a sharp pain met your head, someone had hit you over the head with their hockey stick. Your head bled and you hit the ice. Carried out in a stretcher.

You woke up in the break room, a bandage on your head, blurred vision and a pounding head. When you came to your senses the first worried face you saw was Trevor. Once he saw your eyes open he started to speak worriedly.

“Oh my god, are you alright?!” he asked, panicked.