"Let's do this!" I said to Miro. He smiled and nodded. 

     "I love you," He smiled a bit.

     "I love you too," I said as he kissed my cheek. We got on the ice and got into position for the face-off. We got into position and I smiled. Tyler won the face-off and passed to me. I got the puck and went down the ice. We all went into a play. We passed it around a bit. Miro had the puck and suddenly a huge defensemen came out of what seemed like no where and hit him. Miro hit the ground and I could tell his ankle didn't look right. The ref blew the whistle and I went over to Miro. I got down on my knee next to him. I could tell he was in pain. I bent down close to him.

     "Your ankle?" I figured. He didn't respond but I knew the answer. The medics came over and I was forced back away. I was scared. That was a bad ankle injury. He was carried off the ice and I needed to stay. I was scared. Why can't I go with him? We're married! This is so stupid.

     "Coach, please," I said looking at him.

     "It's ok," He shook his head.

     "No, it's not," I said.

     "You'll be alright," He patted my shoulder. "And so will Miro." I sat down very upset. 

     "Alright, you guys can g-" Coach said but I darted out before he even finished. I ran to my car and drove to the hospital. I was led to his room and the moment I could. I hugged him and we both began to cry.

     "What's wrong?" I looked to the doctor. 

     "His ankle was shattered. Depending on the surgery in an hour it will make or break his career," The doctor said quietly. I took a deep breath. He had a chance to play again. However, Miro didn't look as hopeful. I kissed his cheek.

     "Hey, it'll be ok," I said.

     "Who knows," Miro shrugged. I kissed his forehead and he held my hand. We talked for a while before he had to go under for surgery. I was forced to go home. I lied in bed and didn't fall asleep until around four in the morning. What if he never plays again?