I woke up to a call. I picked up.

     "Mrs. Heiskanen, we need you to come to the hospital," A female said.

     "I'm on my way!" I said. I hung up and threw on the closest piece of clothing. I ran to my car and drove to the hospital. I got there and went inside. I was led back to Miro's room. I looked down at him. He was just lying there and I knew he found something out I was about to find out. I turned as one of the doctors entered the room.

     "He isn't going to play in the NHL again," The doctor said quietly. I turned to Miro and saw tears in his eyes. I hugged him and began to cry. He held me and also cried. 

     "I'm sorry, Miro," I said. He just shook his head. I kissed him and he held me tightly. 

     "I love you," He said after a moment of silence between us.

     "I love you too," I said.

     I sat in the locker room at practice. It had been a day since we got the news. Today Coach was gonna make sure everyone knew. We were sitting in the locker room with some of the guys talking. I stood up and began to get ready to leave. Then Coach called our attention.

     "Guys, I'm sure if you all know this, but... Miro's career is over," Coach said.

     "What?" Roope said. I felt some eyes turn to me as I silently stood there. 

     "Really?" Tyler was shocked.

     "Yes," Coach nodded. "You guys are good to go." Some of the guys walked over towards me. I sighed. They asked questions and I just stood there answering. 

     "Look, guys, I gotta go," I said. They all nodded and said goodbye. I went home where Miro was. Once I got there I got out off the car and walked inside. I walked into the living room where I saw Miro on the couch.

     "How on earth did you get on the couch?" I asked walking over to him.

     "It was quite difficult, not to mention the dogs being in the way. I had to use my arms to pull myself out of my wheelchair and get on the couch," He said.

     "Please, don't do that without me around. If you fell you'd be in trouble," I sat down next to him. He sighed.

     "I don't like being in the wheelchair. It makes me feel depressed," He said. I sighed and kissed him.

     "At least let me help you move before I leave," I said.

     "What about when you're gone on trips? How on earth am I gonna get in bed and other stuff?" He asked.

     "I can get a friend to come help you or something. Don't worry," I kissed him again. He put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him.

     "I hate this," He said after a while.

     "I know," I said. "At least you're alive." I giggled. He sighed.

     "You are too positive sometimes..," He said. I smiled.

     "I'm trying to rub off on you," I smiled.

     "It's not really working," He chuckled. I smiled.

     "Well, I can't control that," I said. He smiled and hugged me. 

     "I love you," He held me in his arms.

     "I love you too," I said. We relaxed on the couch for a while.