The scene in Trixie's room in the ICU looked as if it could be part of the Exorcist. Earlier that morning her breathing tubes had been removed and yet she was still out. The doctors told the boys Trixie could be out for days...or even weeks. The lack of oxygen that circulated her system for nearly ten minutes could have caused detrimental damage, and the severity wouldn't be known until she awoke.

But, just minutes after returning to the hospital from their game, they got the surprise of their lives. Her eye's popped open, and within seconds she had begun to rip the IV'S out of her arm and hand. "Get me the fuck out of here!"

Patrick had gone back to the hotel before returning and brought along her bag. Trixie ripped off her gown, not caring she was butt ass naked, and began to dress in her street cloths. It was pure chaos as the doctors, nurses and the boys tried their best to calm Trixie down. She was on an adrenaline high and impossible to reason with.

"Trixie," Adam tried to calm her. "Babe, you've got to lay down so the doctor can check you out."

"Fuck that shit. Get me out of here!" No one had ever seen her like this before and it was quite honestly scaring all of them. But what they didn't know was that Trixie had an irrational fear of doctors and hospitals...and the dentist. Yet, she still had perfect teeth.

Besides Adam, the rest of the guys had been asked to wait in the family waiting room while the doctor sat down with the two of them. Trixie had finally taken a seat on the uncomfortable bed and was on the verge of a panic attack. Adam rubbed her back and while she couldn't remember only bits and pieces of the accident, she didn't brush his hand away. She needed comfort but she knew she wouldn't be able to stay with him long.

"Trixie," the doctor began. "As a patient, you have the right to discharge yourself, but as a doctor, giving you medical advice, I would advise you stay at least a few more days in the hospital."

She shook her head. "No, I wanna go back to Chicago."

"We can arrange for you to be airlifted there in the morning."

"I wanna go home, tonight. With them." Trixie was stubborn as hell when she wanted to be. When it came to her health, Adam wished she would just shut up and listen to the doctor.

"It's not a good idea for you to jump on a plane right away. Who knows how your lungs and body will react to the pressure change."

Trixie sill refused to take his advice. "Doc, I'll take my chances. Where are my discharge papers so I can get the hell out of here?"

Adam tried to talk her out it, saying he would stay in New York with her, but she only silenced him.

"I'll have the nurse bring them in." The doctor finally gave up and gave in. There was no use in fighting with her anymore.

She may have not remembered anything after passing out in the tub, but she sure as hell did remember the conversation they had before he hit her. Half the reason why she was so crazy at the moment was because of the fistful of anger that lingered in her chest. At the moment she wanted nothing to do with Adam Burish but for now she'd let him be the soothing fiancee she knew he could be.

"When we get back to Chicago, I'm gonna go stay with Patrick for a while."

Adam was taken by surprise. "Kane?"

Trixie nodded. She knew he was probably the only one who wouldn't mind her staying over. Plus, he was the only one who didn't have a girlfriend or wife or fiancee living at home. The thought scared Adam, to say the least. It would probably end being a frat house.

"Are we done?" Adam wasn't sure if she was trying to break up with him.

"God, no." Trixie quickly wiped a fallen tear from her cheek. "I'm just heartbroken over the whole Gina thing, and it's best if you and I stay apart for the next nine games. Let me cool off and think about things and if all goes well, I'll be waiting for you home on March 20th."

It was only March 2nd. Adam was heartbroken but he knew it was only a fraction of what she feeling. He knew Trixie too well, and Adam knew if he wanted to keep her in his life forever he'd have to let her go. It seemed his whole life had just fallen apart apart and the pieces would never be glued together.

"You promise?" His voice was barley above a whisper.

"I promise."