Notes: Keith Hawkinson is a character I made up quite some time ago. I don't even remember which fic he first appeared in.

Adam was not put onto the ice the whole second period. He had to watch his teammates struggle with the St. George team. The player who had knocked him down was finally thrown out of the game after hurting three players in total. Riley, Scooter, and himself.

Adam finally saw the back of the jersey. It read Dorman. He had been right. The game had just been getting to him. He watched as Keith scored and then buzzer sounded signaling the end of second period. They walked into the locker room

Adam sat down at his locker and looked over to where Scooter's locker was. Scooter and Riley had been taken to the hospital to get x-rays. Cole had changed into street clothes and from the looks of the locker room, he had thrown anything he could get his hands on. For a moment, it reminded him of Portman during the first Iceland game at the Junior Goodwill Games. Cole reminded Adam of Portman quite a bit though Portman was smarter which he supposed wasn't saying much.

Wilson came into the locker room looking less frazzled but he was not happy. The score was 2 to 0 in favor of Eden Hall but the Dragons seemed more determined to injure Eden Hall then they were on winning the game.

"Team I know this game is hard," Wilson started. "You are all playing well even though we are down three players. If you keep this up, we should have no trouble beating St. George."

"But Coach," Mark Darrow said, "they are trying to take us all out."

"I know they are," Wilson said with a sigh. "I'm going to show you a few plays I want you to try." He started drawing on the board a few plays they had tried in practice but so far that year hadn't tried in a game. By the time they were told it was time to return to the ice, the Varsity Ducks' spirits were a little higher.

"Adam," Wilson said stopping him as they started to leave the locker room "You have to be careful out there. They have this team well scouted. Most teams don't pay attention to the third line, but they knew exactly who to target. The trainer said your head is fine so I'm going to put you back on the ice for the face off so you need to be careful."

"I will Coach," Adam said before joining the rest of the team on the ice. The ref blew the whistle to indicate that it was time to take to the ice.

Adam took the face off with Keith on left wing and Henry Kabine on right wing. He squatted down a little for the face off He looked into the face of St. George Center #14. The ref dropped the puck. Adam got the puck and dropped it back to Hill who was on right defense. He knew the Dragons weren't expecting that move and had been prepared for him to pass it to Henry or Keith and were slightly out of position.

Steve Hill shot the puck back up to Adam and Adam skated around the players before shooting the puck to Keith to set up one of the plays that Wilson had drawn on the board in the locker room

"Banks watch out!" Someone yelled.

Adam moved ducked a little and sent whoever had been behind him down onto the ice. He stood up straight in order to get to the goal for the second part of the play when he felt something come across his feet and he found himself tripping and falling. He put his hands down to break the fall. He felt a sharp pain shoot through his right wrist but he ignored it. He got up and hurried back up the ice.

Henry was passed the puck and they scored.

"Time out!" Wilson was yelling.

Adam looked over at his bench in confusion. They had just scored and were up three points. Why did Wilson sound so worried?

"Number 99," a referee said stopping Adam. Adam tried to think of what penalty he had done. He was pretty sure dropping down and letting the player fall over you was okay. It was certainly better then tripping someone with your hockey stick.

"Do you need medical attention?" The ref asked.

Adam looked at him in confusion. "Medical attention?"

"Banks off the ice." Wilson called.

"Uh no." He said to the ref as he skated over to the bench. He took a seat next to Joey.

"Hall you will take Banks' place," Wilson said. "The next play..." He started to say.

"Okay Adam," The trainer said coming over to him. "Let's take the glove off and check that wrist."

"Why? It's okay."

The trainer gave him a funny look. "Humor me."

Adam let the trainer take the glove off.

"Wow!" A voice said from behind him. "That's gotta hurt."

Adam looked down at his wrist and he wondered how in the world he didn't notice his wrist was hurting. He really hoped it wasn't broken.

"Guess that's three Varsity morons going to the hospital." Russ said.

Adam finally turned around and saw that the Ducks had gathered behind the Varsity bench.

"Knock it off Russ," Kenny said.

"Yeah," a few others said.

"Adam?" His mother said pushing past all the other players crowded around the box. "It's worse then I thought. Don't worry honey. Your dad is brining the car around so we can take you to the doctor."

Adam turned around to face the ice in time to see the Dragons score a goal.

This game was the worst game he'd ever played in. Could it get any worse?