You were a pro hockey player who suffered a bad knee injury. You recently joined the Shamrocks. Which was the team of the infamous Ross Rhea. Or more commonly known as Ross The Boss Rhea.

He seemed less interested in the game, granted he was an enforcer. Just there to fight, get bloody and brawl.

You were on the ice. You were wobbly a bit. You knew how to play. Hell, you were in the highest division before the accident.

And now Ross had to have your back. Defend you. Which he didn't hate.

Your right knee was the problem knee. You were going steady when you lost balance during a game because someone rammed into you, and you hit the ice hard. Your vision blurry but from what you saw, Ross kicked their asses.

When you woke, you saw Ross sat on the hospital chair facing the bed. His head rested on his fist. "Hey kid.."

His tone was rough, a smokers edge to it.