Chapter 4

Connie's POV

I woke up in the hospital room and didn't know where I was. My mom was sitting besides me.

"Hi honey, how are you?" she asked

"What happened?" I groaned

"You got hurt at the hockey game honey" she replied

"What about everyone else? Did any one else get hurt?"

"No honey, your friends waited here for about five hours to see if you woke up"

I noticed that her voice was kind of cold like she was mad at the Ducks; I knew she always hated my hockey, but always stuck by me because I loved it so much. Just then the doctor came in.

"Hello Connie, I am Sarah Sean, how are you feeling?"

I just looked at her; I had just realized that I couldn't move my legs.

"Why can't my legs move?" I panicked

"It's alright Connie…listen, the accident effect your spinal cord, you are paralyzed"

"Paralyzed?" I screeched, "I can't be paralyzed, I have to play hockey!"

"Calm down, Connie, you are going to have a procedure that will hopefully get all your muscles from your waist down working again" Dr. Sean said

"What are the chances?" I asked

"You have a 87 chance of full recovery," she said

At least it's not nothing I thought.

I convinced my mom brought my old Ducks jersey considering that they cut my new one off in the emergency room and she also brought my USA sweats and a surprise.

"Julie!" I squealed and put my arm out for her to hug me

"Hi Connie!" she said hugging me "The guys are all really worried about you. especially Guy"

I smiled "Is he really?"

"Oh you don't even have a comeback for that? Where's the Connie Moreau I used to know? Or do you really want Guy to be worried? I think there are still feelings there" she smiled

"There might be" I stopped smiling suddenly "My surgery is in two days, if it works I'll recover quickly, if it doesn't, I'll be paralyzed.. Either way, my mom.she refuses to let me play any more" I choked at the end

Julie was shocked "You, You mean some other sport right? You woun't be able to play some other sport, because you can not live with out hockey, Connie, I know you can't live with out hockey" she shook I started to cry

"Really?" she asked "No more Ducks for you?

I nodded, tears streaming down my face "Tell the guys, OK? Tell them I'm sorry"

She was crying now too, but she nodded and hugged me. "You'll always be my best friend Connie, I'll never forget you" and she left.