Well. This is a fanfiction. So quite obviously, I don't own Dave Silk. He's old now anyways. But Bobby Hanson is damn good looking, so if anyone knows a way to hook that up, then by all means, fill me in. Anyways. This isn't a story about Miracle as much as it is about Dave. Yeah, I'll follow the movie to the extent of the timeline and all, but I've gotten a little sick of fics where people basically type out the movie script. Alright, well you know what to do. Read, review and so on.

Thanks guys!

AO

Dave Silk crashed into my life, quite literally, and managed to turn everything I knew upside down. Hockey players from Boston were jerks and arrogant as all hell. I was just a girl from Minnesota who thought she knew better.

I swerved my car into the nearest parking spot, parked it and ran out towards the scene. The boy was on the ground, his equipment and stick thrown far to the side. The car had knocked him into the air and his body came smashing back down onto the hood. He had rolled off and was now lying on his side in front of the car. The driver stood over him, looking confused and horrified. I pushed him aside and shoved my way through the gathering group of witnesses to approach the boy.

I yelled to one of the gawking bystanders, "Somebody get EMS, now." Two people ran off at my order and I turned my attention to the body in front of me. I looked him over and was relieved to see that none of his bones were broken to the extent that they looked out of place. His neck was in a normal position, which meant that he hadn't severely injured it, and his torso was shaped typically, telling me that his back hadn't been broken during the accident.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" The driver of the car asked tentatively. In any other situation, I would have been offended but I realized that the poor man just wanted the boy to live so he wouldn't get charged with vehicular homicide and spend the rest of his life in jail. I looked him directly in the eyes to assure him that I was qualified.

"I'm in my last year of nursing school and I'm certified in CPR and first aid. Don't worry; I know what I'm doing. Someone just get EMS here as soon as they can." I answered his query.

I reached behind the boy's neck to support it as I slowly rolled him onto his back. I didn't hear anything that would indicate broken bones or severe injury. I put my ear close to his mouth and watched his chest, he was breathing, but it was shallow and strained. His heart rate was constant, and I was glad that I didn't have to do CPR. I was afraid that he had broken a rib or two in the accident, and CPR might have just made things worse. I ran my hands over his abdomen to see if there was any swollenness or cuts. I pulled up his shirt and didn't notice any massive cuts or bruises, only angry red scratch marks, probably from when he hit the pavement. I reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. His Massachusetts driver's license told me his name and his age. I folded it back up and put it back into his pocket.

I leaned over him and put my hand on the side of his head, supporting it gently.

"David?" No response.

"David, can you hear me?"

I saw his eyes flicker behind his lids. The most important thing would be to keep him calm when he regained consciousness, and to keep him from getting up, or trying to move and potentially causing himself worse injury. He opened his eyes and they met mine immediately.

"Where am I?" He asked, his voice rough.

"David, everything's going to be fine. You were hit by a car when you were walking across the street, but you're going to be alright. We're taking good care of you. EMS is on the way and we're going to bring you to the hospital to make sure everything is okay." I tried consoling him the best I knew how. My specialty was with children's medicine, so talking to an adult was difficult for me. I tried to not let my voice give away how worried I was for him. He had hit his head hard when he fell to the pavement, but the fact that he was responding to me meant that brain damage wasn't likely.

"Who are you?" He asked, his eyes still not leaving mine.

I smiled back at him. "I'm Annie, and I'm a nurse, so you really don't have anything to worry about." I watched his breathing, watched him close his eyes and struggle in the process.

"David?" He looked back at me. "I need you to tell me if anything hurts when I touch it. Can you do that for me?" He nodded. Once more, I ran my hands over his abdomen, pressing lightly at the points I was most concerned. I reached the left side of his chest and pressed in the middle of each of his ribs. Around the 5th or 6th, I heard him inhale sharply and the look on his face told me that he was in serious pain. I mentally logged a bruised rib, maybe broken. I couldn't feel a fracture through his t-shirt, but it could have been small. I was pressing the sides of his neck when I heard him muttering.

"Someone tell Coach I'm gonna be late to practice, someone call Herb…God, he's gonna end me." I listened as his Boston accent broke through. His eyes closed and I tried telling him to stay with me, to stay awake and try to talk to me. Despite my attempts, he slipped out of consciousness once more. A few seconds later, an ambulance pulled up behind us and two men jumped out the back with a stretcher. As they came up next to David, I filled them in on the accident.

"His name is David Silk, 21 year old male, he was hit while crossing the street. His breathing was normal, heart rate around 70 bpm. I didn't have to do CPR and body check didn't show anything swollen or abnormal, though I think he might have broken a rib or two. He responded to me and didn't mention any severe pains other than around his 5th or 6th rib on his left side. No bones look out of place, but he got hit pretty hard, so I wouldn't be surprised." I said all this while walking with the EMTs towards the ambulance. They both looked at me, slightly incredulous.

"I'm a nurse!" I said forcefully. My frustration passed quickly. I breathed out slowly as they loaded Dave in the back of the ambulance.

"Hey, would it be alright if I met you at the hospital? I have to grab his hockey gear and I'll get there as soon as I can. He's not from around here, and he might freak out."

The EMT agreed. "We'll be taking him to Regent's, and I'll put your name down on his visitor list."

I smiled in thanks and told him my name.

I watched as the ambulance drove off, the sirens blasting through the crowded streets of St. Paul. I turned back to see the police, who had arrived shortly after the ambulance, questioning the driver that had hit David.

I walked past and picked up the fallen equipment. The zipper on his bag had come undone, and a few pieces of gear were strewn across the street. I saw a red jersey and went to stuff it back into the bag when I read the name on the front. Boston University glared back in clean white lettering.

"Oh, that's great." I said sarcastically. I threw the jersey back into the bag and grabbed his stick, which had broken during the accident.

I put all his stuff into the trunk and took off to Regent's, the fastest way I knew.

"David?"

I saw him struggle to open his eyes, the morphine drip making him groggy and confused.

"Am I in the hospital?" He asked.

I put my hand over his and spoke to him gently.

"Do you remember the accident? Do you remember me talking to you?" I asked softly.

"Of course I remember." He said, with that thick Boston accent. "You're Annie. And you're pretty."

I blushed and remembered that he was being pumped with mind numbing drugs at the moment, and that he probably had very little control over the words coming out of his mouth.

"So David," I started, but was interrupted.

"Where's my gear?" He asked softly.

"It's in my trunk." I answered. I paused before I spoke again. "I saw your BU shirt."

He looked and me and gave me a half grin.

"You're from Minnesota, huh?" I nodded and smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't let me die." He said, chuckling.

I laughed and admitted, "Well, I didn't know you were from Boston until I had already started helping you. If I had known, well, who knows what I would have done." I said, jokingly. "Why are you in Minnesota anyways?"

"I made the first cut for the Olympic team. I'm was supposed to be at practice this morning. Herb's totally gonna kill me." He rolled his eyes. He was obviously talking about Herb Brooks, the incredible coach that had led the Gophers to win a National Championship last season. As a Minnesotan and a student at the U, I was morally obligated to respect anyone who loved hockey so much to dedicate his entire life to the sport. Looking at David, I could tell he was one of those kids who would rather be playing hockey than anything else in the world. He looked like a hockey player. Strong and stubborn. Every hockey player shared the same basic traits that translated over into their game.

"Congratulations on making the team," I told him "that's a huge deal, David."

"Thanks," he responded "and just call me Dave. I feel like I'm talking to my grandmother when you call me David."

"Alright, Dave it is then." I said, laughing.

A noise from the hallway made me turn around. I heard Dave's name being mentioned in the hallway. The door to his hospital room flew open and three tall boys came bursting into the room. One of them was wearing a BU Terriers t-shirt, so I assumed that they were friends from Boston.

"Shit Silky. What the fuck happened to you?" One of the boys asked obnoxiously. He had a heavy Boston accent and looked like the type of jerk hockey player that I associated with the east coast teams.

"I got hit by a car." He responded, and I had to laugh at the way he dropped the last R, pronouncing it like 'cah'. The three boys looked at me like I had sprung another head. I supposed I shouldn't have laughed, because my Minnesotan accent wasn't much to brag about.

"I'm sorry, but you all just talk crazy." I apologized halfheartedly.

David laughed at me and responded with, "You mean you're sahhrry?" I didn't like it much when people teased my accent, but I guess I deserved it this time.

I shook my head and him and decided that he was a little too high on painkillers to fight with right now. I decided to introduce myself to the boys standing around me.

"I'm Annie O'Brien." I said, and put out my hand. They introduced themselves to me as Rizzo, Jimmy and OC, with OC being the last one to shake my hand. I knew who he was, just from being a UM fan, and I felt like all the stories I had heard about him rang true.

"So how do you know Silky?" The boy named Rizzo asked me.

"Oh, I was driving by when he got hit, so I got out and helped him. I'm a nursing student so I figured that I might be able to help out a little." I answered, shrugging my shoulders. Not to mention, he had been carrying a hockey bag which had made me feel an automatic obligation to help him.

"Did someone tell Herb?" Dave asked the boys.

"Yeah, he had a meeting with USOC after practice, so he sent us over to check up on you. When the doctor called he said you weren't hurt too bad, so we figured we could just come and pick you up." Jimmy responded. I got a good look at him, and was surprised to see how handsome he really was. Dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes, and a body to die for. He was damn good looking, even for a stupid hockey player from Boston. I broke my stare when Rizzo asked me if Dave had been cleared by the doctors to go home.

"Yeah, he should be all set. Let me go grab a nurse." I answered, and left the boys to talk about silly things like hockey and the cute nurses at Regents.

We made it to the parking lot and Jimmy asked where my car was so he could get Dave's gear. We walked over to where I had parked it and popped my trunk open. As Jimmy grabbed the stuff he turned back to me.

"Thanks for helping Dave out. You didn't have to, but you did and that means a lot to the guys. It means a lot to me. He's one of my best friends, and I don't know what I'd do without him." He said quietly.

"It's not a problem, Jimmy. I'm just glad he's okay." I paused and smiled. "Besides, you're going to need him if you want to beat those Russians."

Jimmy smiled brilliantly and I had to keep myself from falling over. Too damn cute.

"Alright, Annie. It was awesome to meet you. We'll see you around?" Jimmy inquired. I thought about it for a second.

"If you're lucky." I said with a smile on my face and turned to get into my car. Jimmy walked back over to where Dave, Rizzo and OC were. I was putting on my seatbelt when I heard a knock on my window and saw Rizzo standing there. I rolled it down to see what he wanted to say.

"Jimmy's an idiot and forgot to ask you when he was over here. The boys are gonna out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate Silky being alright, if you wanted to come. You could meet some of the guys from the team or whatever. Just hanging out, laid back stuff, you know?" He asked me.

I thought about it for a few seconds. A bar full of hockey players? What girl would say no?

"Are there going to be some kids from the U there?" I asked back. I wouldn't be too excited to be in a room of only Boston guys. Rizzo laughed at me.

"Yeah, don't worry about. You'll have some of your crazy Minnesotans there." He responded. "We're going to Barry's at like 9 or so. Do you know how to get there?"

"Yeah, absolutely." Everyone in St. Paul knew where Barry's was, but I didn't want to insult Rizzo's intelligence, he was one of the few Boston kids I could see myself getting along with.

"Alright, well I'll see you then, Annie." He said, straightening himself.

"See you, Rizzo." I said, watching him walk back to the car of boys. I could see Dave from the front seat, looking towards my car. Well, maybe all Boston guys weren't assholes.