by me
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mine, all mine. No, really. I'm serious for a change.
Summary: Everyone's at the hospital...
Notes: I suppose this is anti-climactic. But I felt guilty, so I wanted to give you guys *something*...
***POV: Michael Fischer***
Waiting is the worst. We�re all here, packed into a waiting room, terrorizing doctors and searching for information. I�m pretty sure Park made himself sick worrying, even after his outstanding performance. He�s asleep against Dame now, and I think someone made him take something, because he�d never be out otherwise.
�You ok, Mikey?� I looked up into my mirror image, which I�m rather used to. Obviously, I�ve lived 18 years with a twin.
�Yeah,� I sighed. �I just�I should�ve done more. Number 24 was my guy, if I�d been on him like I should�ve been he wouldn�t have gotten close enough to hit Stormy in the first place.�
He smiled half-heartedly at me and squeezed my hand. �Nothing you could�ve done. He�ll be ok.�
�God, I hope so.�
The minutes ticked by slowly. Eventually, Parker woke up and I heard him arguing with Dame about being �drugged,� then he left the room. Damon let him go, and I waited a few minutes before following.
He was standing in the hall, and when he saw me he hurriedly swiped at his eyes. �It�ll be ok, Park,� I told him.
�Yeah, I know,� he said, and his voice was steady.
�I � I�m sorry, Parker. I could�ve prevented this if I�d just-�
�No, Mike. Let�s not get into that. It happened. We can�t blame ourselves.�
�You know,� I said, leaning against the wall next to him. �It�s ok to like show some emotion. You don�t have to be all stoic and captainish.�
�Yeah. I do.�
�I know you feel helpless, Parker. If something happened to my girlfriend, I�d probably be much worse.�
He spared me an amused glance. �Chris is not my girlfriend.�
�No, I guess he isn�t.� I smirked and Parker laughed a little. As we finished our semi-lighthearted moment, we saw the doctor heading towards our waiting room. �I guess we have to hear what he has to say.�
A terrified look passed through Parker�s eyes, but he quickly banished it and nodded, leading the way back to the room.
�I�m Dr. Videau, I worked on your teammate. He was very, very lucky. It seems that whatever hit him � a skate, right?� He looked up for confirmation and received it. �Well, whoever it was that wore the skate realized what happened and seemed to back off. There was very little tendon damage, nothing that required surgery, and it shouldn�t take any longer to heal than the bone. There is a bit of an unusual cast as we can�t very well cover the stitches, but all in all, he�ll be fine.�
There were a bunch of simultaneous sighs of relief. �Can we see him?� asked Damon.
The doctor looked over the exhausted and worried group of hockey players in his waiting room. �Yeah, I wouldn�t normally but�he doesn�t have any family here. One at a time.� We let Parker go first, of course, and conversation picked up as soon as he and Dr. Videau left. Stormy would be ok.