July 3rd 2013
Claire sat on the hospital bed, clutching her side. ''Stupid fucking asshole! Fucking cross-checking when I was going in for a line change'' she seethed in anger. She had only been away at hockey camp for 3 days. Now she was seated on a lumpy hospital bed waiting for the doctor. She looked over at Patrick, who was looking around the room and instantly calmed down. 'I'm sorry for making you drive all that way to come get me. When they told me I had to go to the hospital I didn't want to worry my dads'' Patrick just smiled. ''No worries''. Claire lay back down. There was something about Patrick that made him stand out from other guys she had dated. Whether it was his bouncy blonde curls, or his dimples or maybe it was his love and passion for hockey. She didn't know. What she did know was that she loved him.
Suddenly the doctor walked in. The look on her face freighted Claire. '' That player must of got me real good'' she thought to herself. She waited as the doctor sat down on the chair that was placed beside the bed. ''Ms. Duval, it seems as we are going to need a blood sample'' Claire crinkled up her nose. Why did they need a blood sample? It wasn't her blood that was seething in pain. It was her side. ''Okay?'' she responded out loud, but in her mind all she kept thinking was ''stupid doctor! It's my ribs that hurt,you dumbass''