Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks, that honour goes to someone else.

Keep Smiling Through

Prologue,

He vaguely heard a whistle blowing and people talking and shouting worriedly around him but he was in so much pain he could barely make any sense of it. The game had been a violent one, the check that sent him down particularly brutal. And now his arm was like a fiery agony.

"It's ok Guy…you'll be ok…" he couldn't tell who it was who said it but it was the last and only comprehensible sound he heard before he passed out into a blissfully pain free blackness…

Guy had quickly come to the conclusion once he'd woken up that starched hospital sheets were very uncomfortable to lie between. They itched his legs terribly but not as badly as the cast around his arm itched, that was maddening. What was worse was that he couldn't remember getting a cast, he couldn't remember anything but the game.

"Ah you're awake. How are you feeling, not to hot? Would you like a glass of water?" a pretty young nurse in a uniform slightly too tight for her appeared at his side, gently touching her soft hand to his forehead.

"A drink would be nice. But please, I don't understand…my arm…the game…" he looked at her confused. She smiled sadly at him as she poured a glass of water from the jug on his bedside cabinet.

"You were taken straight into theatre once you got here, you'd lost a lot of blood by then and they had to operate immediately," she said as she held the glass up to his lips so that he could take a few sips, "It all went well though, they fixed your arm, you've got metal in it now you know. You've been unconscious since then and that's two days before you ask." His mind became a whirl of thoughts as he tried to take all this in.

"They operated?" Guy asked shocked, he'd been scared of operations since he was a little boy, it was one of the only fears he had.

"The break was a pretty bad one, you're bone had pierced the skin. Don't worry it's fine now, the doctor will explain about what'll happen in six months time when they need to take the metal out. Are you hungry? I'll go and fetch you something to eat." And she went, leaving Guy to stare at his cast in shock and fear, another operation.

And then suddenly a question entered his mind, one that he simply couldn't answer, how was he going to play hockey now?

A/N Dunno what the inspiration for this story was, it just came to me one day. Oh well. Want another chapter?