I sit in my seat up in the bleachers and watch my dad as he skates across the ice. He gets pinned up against the boards and suddenly bam. Dads on the ice holding his leg and i jump up from where I'm sitting in the stands. The referee and teammate stand there with him when the referee tells the trainer to come over. The teams trainer comes out and talks to him until the med people arrive. The med people and his coach come out onto the ice and put him on a stretcher. I meet them by the rink doors and go with him. They had given dad some morphine for the pain so he wasn't all there but it wasn't enough, because he was still crying out in pain. Tears trickled down my cheeks.

We got to the hospital and they immediately took him for scans. A nurse came up to me and said that she'd take me somewhere. I wipe some of the tears off my face and follow her. She takes me to the surgical floor waiting room and I sit down on one of the chairs.

Hours go by before one of dads doctors comes out to find me. I stood up as he made his way to me. They tell me that they did surgery and he was in a room, that i could go see him in a bit. I nodded and sat back down and waited patiently until the same nurse as before, came and brought me to my dad.

I walk into his room and he's still asleep, so I walk over to the chair and sit down. Nurses and doctors come in and check on him and walk back out. I don't know how i did, but I fell asleep in the hard chair.

I wake up to see it light out. I look at dads bed and he's already awake.

"Hi y/n, you have a good sleep?" He asks, when he notices me up. I slightly shake my head and laugh.

"Your leg?" I ask and point.

"It's a ligament in my knee. So I'll be here for a few days, a cast for a week and then should be back to walking in 2 they said. It was bad but not too bad." He explains as i get up and walk closer to him. He moves slightly over on the bed and pats next to him, so i sit. "I'll be alright. Sorry if I scared you." He speaks again.

"I was worried but I knew you'd be fine." I say to him, and lean into his side. He brings his arm up over my shoulder and brings me in for a side hug.

Over the course of the next month, dad and I went to his doctors appointments and some physical therapy ones too. Since he's injured and can't play, dad decided that we would move back to Minneapolis. We would leave in about a week. When we came out here we didn't bring much except for a bag each. With dad going from team to team, before being put on this last team, we didn't have time to settle.

Dad was disappointed that he didn't make it to the NHL. Everybody knew he could, and he knew as well which made him even more disappointed, because he was so close. I knew he would've made it if it wasn't for that cheap shot.

When it came time to leave, we hopped on the first bus of 3 that we would be taking us back to Minneapolis. We sit down and wait a few minutes before the bus starts to move. I got the window seat so I watched out the window the majority of the bus rides. We got off and onto another one, and then off that one and onto the last bus of the trip. I watched out the window the whole ride back, wondering what everybody was up to, or even looked like now. Surely they wouldn't look much different but it's been a year and a bit, so obviously there's been changes, with me and the ducks.

I couldn't help but think about one person in particular, Adam. Throughout the year of being away, all I could think back on was the kiss on the cheek i gave him before we left. And being gone made me realize, that I had a crush on Adam Banks, and that i would be seeing him again soon.