I knew it was coming but it still made me so sad. ;A; Ugh, I love this stupid team so much.
BUT I WILL STOP BEING SAD NOW AND BE HOPEFUL/EXCITED FOR NEXT SEASON. That gives me a good six to eight months or so before despair and cynicism sets in again, right?
In the meantime, Eric's shorthanded unassisted goal was beastly. And Jeff had a ton of shots on goal!
And the Hawks are very likely to clinch their playoff spot tonight? :D?
I hate you so much, and yet, i still wrote this. wtf.
but i have this need for concussion fic, where Jeff gets totally smashed into the boards in the middle of the first period of a game. Basically, Eric has to be all stoic and Captain-y, but inside, his heart is aching and stomach is churning and his brain just keeps repeating the image of Jeff getting absolutely savaged, bouncing off the boards, and sliding across the ice, stopping only when he slid into the back of the goal net.
And not moving.
For, what felt like hours--and were far too many minutes, which ticked in time with Eric's heart and the infinite repetition of "Don't be dead: he's not moving. Don't be dead: he's not moving. Don't be dead..."--Eric COULD NOT move.
And when Jeff finally, finally, reacts, surrounded by trainers and linesmen, and Cam, the worst part is the utter confusion on Jeff's face when he tries to get his limbs underneath himself to get up off the ice, but they just keep flopping around and sliding out from beneath him.
Later, Cam's the one who tells him that Jeff just kept slurring that he was "all right," he was "okay," and that if "Cam would just stop holding his shoulders and head down on the ice, he could get up and finish the fucking game."
But Jeff can't get up, even with help, he's making less sense, and it's clear that they need a stretcher to carry him off the ice.
And Eric is completely useless: he saw Chad and Jay and Jussi and Tuomo going after Chara, slamming him into the glass, one after another, after another. He should be telling them to stop, because all they need is another bench-clearing, ten minute, brawl, posted on youtube, but...he just can't. All he can see is Jeff blinking blankly, gloves, helmet, and stick shoved aside by other people, and Cam holding Jeff's head, still, face close and frozen in concern.
Jeff went flying; you don't have to be a physics expert to understand that. All 6'9" of angry Slovakian is going to beat every inch of Jeff Skinner on a good day. Regardless of the fact that that was a completely legal check, all angles, replays and slowmos say so, no one is going to convince Eric that Chara going after Jeff was fair.
That Chara doesn't deserve enough minutes to warrant a suspension, enough to warrant a retirement.
They've got him in a collar, strapped to a stretcher: head, shoulders, chest, and legs and it's not until they got him down the corridor and out of sight, that Eric realizes that he has three of his best d-men attempting to pummel Zdeno Chara, and both benches brawling on the ice.
Sometimes he wonders why he took the captains' C.
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ugh, I know. Tonight's game was absolutely horrible, it was like they just gave up ): Skinner's "fuck you" penalty made my weekend, though, tbh. I really do love it when he's a ball of rage on the ice.
oh god I've been such an emotional wreck this weekend and that game--
on the bright side YES. THE SUCCESSIVE PENALTIES. THE ONE FOR HIS "FUCK YOU" MAKES ME LOL LIKE NO OTHER. Although bb really needs to mature emotionally. Still. I understand the rage, Jeff. I understand.
i seriously made you cry? this is written so badly. :(
Oh, wait, you thought I was done? Pfft. I just type slow since I'm apparently writing RPS. :( Well, I kinda picked the Bruins since Chara scares the crap out of me and well, that Bruin/Cane fight was pretty friggin' awesome. Also, wtf, I'm actually wiki-ing some of this shit. I'm never going to be able to watch a Canes game, again.
So, the team does well, going into the first intermission, probably because half of the Canes actually fight really badly and got their asses kicked by the the Bruins, and the linesmen pretty much sent Chara's line straight to the box. They're up 2-1 and desperate for information and good news for Jeff.
Only, no one's talking. They won't say what's wrong, if there's a concussion--of course there is--where Jeff is, is he going to the hospital...and it's driving Eric CRAZY. Even Cam is giving him a wide berth, and Cam likes that pucks fly at him up to 100 mph. Eric can't even muster up a pep talk with the feeling like there's a black hole coming to life in his belly, so he keeps his head down, and tries to ignore the fact that he can't really feel his fingers and everything is going numb.
They eventually win the game, in a shoot out, because after the intermission the entire team's playing went to shit...and there's only so much Cam can do when the rest of his entire team lose their heads.
And they get back into the locker room, exhausted, depressed, and aware that 9 days in hotel rooms and playing in other teams' territories lies ahead of them, only to be told that Jeff is in the hospital, there was some swelling, and there was something called a shunt. Which, since they pretty much get paid to get hurt...doesn't really concern anyone, until fucking Hairy looks up what a shunt is on his iPhone and sends everyone into a panic.
But none of them can do anything, except clean up and head to the airport, because their flight is in two hours, and the only visitors allowed are family.
Laviolette probably already called Jeff's family, but Eric...he's got to do something. And if the guys complain about Eric not showering, well, Gleason wears so much Axe that sometimes Eric can taste it.
He changes quickly climbs to the back of the bus, while the rest of the guys are still getting into the showers. It's quiet in the back of the bus, muffled and almost suffocating without the rest of the team, but Eric dismisses it as a perfect spot for an important phone call.
Jilly is the first one he calls. There's a reason for that. She's the one still in school with very little income, and therefore, less likely to fly down. She's also the one who loves Eric best. If there's a Skinner on his side, it's not Jeff, it's Jilly. Besides, she's Jeff's baby...Eric needs to talk to her.
I don't know what they talk about, don't really care, but essentially, the Skinner parentals and Ben are the only ones to come down. Andrea, Erica, Jennifer, and Jilly can't make it down for various reasons. But, since Jilly can't make it because of money, Eric buys her a plane ticket so she can watch Jeff.
Fast forward through the week, where the team is getting less shitty as the week goes on, Eric gets better at hiding his crazy, Cam is getting more and more concerned--and mothering Eric by handing him drinks and protein bars, then punching him in the arm and telling him to man up--and Eric getting daily calls from Jilly about what they'd eaten that day and how Jeff was doing. Mostly, the swelling is going down, the shunt was taken out, and it's a matter of discovering how bad the damage is.
By the time they're back in Raleigh, Jeff's awake, and not really doing all too well. He's got all the classic symptoms, is at home, chafing under the care of his parents, brother, and baby sister...but it's not like he can do much about it. He can't walk more than a couple of steps with out falling over and is wearing sunglasses indoors like a tool. Theoretically, he could just order take out until this resolves itself, but the last time that Jilly let him go for the door, without help, Jeff ran into three or four different pieces of furniture, which is sad, since Jeff only had a couch and coffee table between the living room and front door.
Ben had recorded it on his phone, proving that he was a dick, despite his assurances that it would be funny, later. Jilly highly doubted it.
there is no state of normal for me :( hopefully less oven days for both of us!
And why the fuck did I put Laviolette as the coach. FML. Perhaps my boys were on my mind...actually, yeah, I was thinking that this could work with Briere and Giroux, DAMNIT I WILL NOT SLASH MY BOYS!!!!!
Drawing a blank...um...get back to this later? :/
as long as normal isn't you deathly ill 16x a year...
lol omg I forgot to tell you but the Canes win over the Leafs from whenever ago eliminated the Leafs from the playoffs, and the next day my friend from Vancouver posted this on our other friend's wall on facebook
ahahaha poor Leafs. Despite that, they're the most lucrative team in the NHL with ridiculous ticket prices and the most loyal fanbase ever! So, you know, that deserves some props. If only the team could get better...
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BUT I WILL STOP BEING SAD NOW AND BE HOPEFUL/EXCITED FOR NEXT SEASON. That gives me a good six to eight months or so before despair and cynicism sets in again, right?
In the meantime, Eric's shorthanded unassisted goal was beastly. And Jeff had a ton of shots on goal!
And the Hawks are very likely to clinch their playoff spot tonight? :D?
I hate you so much, and yet, i still wrote this. wtf.
And not moving.
For, what felt like hours--and were far too many minutes, which ticked in time with Eric's heart and the infinite repetition of "Don't be dead: he's not moving. Don't be dead: he's not moving. Don't be dead..."--Eric COULD NOT move.
And when Jeff finally, finally, reacts, surrounded by trainers and linesmen, and Cam, the worst part is the utter confusion on Jeff's face when he tries to get his limbs underneath himself to get up off the ice, but they just keep flopping around and sliding out from beneath him.
Later, Cam's the one who tells him that Jeff just kept slurring that he was "all right," he was "okay," and that if "Cam would just stop holding his shoulders and head down on the ice, he could get up and finish the fucking game."
But Jeff can't get up, even with help, he's making less sense, and it's clear that they need a stretcher to carry him off the ice.
And Eric is completely useless: he saw Chad and Jay and Jussi and Tuomo going after Chara, slamming him into the glass, one after another, after another. He should be telling them to stop, because all they need is another bench-clearing, ten minute, brawl, posted on youtube, but...he just can't. All he can see is Jeff blinking blankly, gloves, helmet, and stick shoved aside by other people, and Cam holding Jeff's head, still, face close and frozen in concern.
Jeff went flying; you don't have to be a physics expert to understand that. All 6'9" of angry Slovakian is going to beat every inch of Jeff Skinner on a good day. Regardless of the fact that that was a completely legal check, all angles, replays and slowmos say so, no one is going to convince Eric that Chara going after Jeff was fair.
That Chara doesn't deserve enough minutes to warrant a suspension, enough to warrant a retirement.
They've got him in a collar, strapped to a stretcher: head, shoulders, chest, and legs and it's not until they got him down the corridor and out of sight, that Eric realizes that he has three of his best d-men attempting to pummel Zdeno Chara, and both benches brawling on the ice.
Sometimes he wonders why he took the captains' C.
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FEELINGS ARE THE WORST
;_________________; ilu. I love Jeff. I love Eric. I love this stupid teaaaaam ahhhh CAM AHH JEFF.
Feelings.
Whatever, I hate the Bruins irl already.
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on the bright side YES. THE SUCCESSIVE PENALTIES. THE ONE FOR HIS "FUCK YOU" MAKES ME LOL LIKE NO OTHER. Although bb really needs to mature emotionally. Still. I understand the rage, Jeff. I understand.
i seriously made you cry? this is written so badly. :(
So, the team does well, going into the first intermission, probably because half of the Canes actually fight really badly and got their asses kicked by the the Bruins, and the linesmen pretty much sent Chara's line straight to the box. They're up 2-1 and desperate for information and good news for Jeff.
Only, no one's talking. They won't say what's wrong, if there's a concussion--of course there is--where Jeff is, is he going to the hospital...and it's driving Eric CRAZY. Even Cam is giving him a wide berth, and Cam likes that pucks fly at him up to 100 mph. Eric can't even muster up a pep talk with the feeling like there's a black hole coming to life in his belly, so he keeps his head down, and tries to ignore the fact that he can't really feel his fingers and everything is going numb.
They eventually win the game, in a shoot out, because after the intermission the entire team's playing went to shit...and there's only so much Cam can do when the rest of his entire team lose their heads.
And they get back into the locker room, exhausted, depressed, and aware that 9 days in hotel rooms and playing in other teams' territories lies ahead of them, only to be told that Jeff is in the hospital, there was some swelling, and there was something called a shunt. Which, since they pretty much get paid to get hurt...doesn't really concern anyone, until fucking Hairy looks up what a shunt is on his iPhone and sends everyone into a panic.
But none of them can do anything, except clean up and head to the airport, because their flight is in two hours, and the only visitors allowed are family.
Laviolette probably already called Jeff's family, but Eric...he's got to do something. And if the guys complain about Eric not showering, well, Gleason wears so much Axe that sometimes Eric can taste it.
He changes quickly climbs to the back of the bus, while the rest of the guys are still getting into the showers. It's quiet in the back of the bus, muffled and almost suffocating without the rest of the team, but Eric dismisses it as a perfect spot for an important phone call.
Jilly is the first one he calls. There's a reason for that. She's the one still in school with very little income, and therefore, less likely to fly down. She's also the one who loves Eric best. If there's a Skinner on his side, it's not Jeff, it's Jilly. Besides, she's Jeff's baby...Eric needs to talk to her.
SHUT UP, I'M FEELING EMOTIONAL THIS WEEKEND
Jeeeeeeeeeeeff. Jilly!
I had to Wiki "shunts" and :(.
Write me moar!
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So does that mean you're back to normal? Because I think our personality swap has been amusing.
Fast forward through the week, where the team is getting less shitty as the week goes on, Eric gets better at hiding his crazy, Cam is getting more and more concerned--and mothering Eric by handing him drinks and protein bars, then punching him in the arm and telling him to man up--and Eric getting daily calls from Jilly about what they'd eaten that day and how Jeff was doing. Mostly, the swelling is going down, the shunt was taken out, and it's a matter of discovering how bad the damage is.
By the time they're back in Raleigh, Jeff's awake, and not really doing all too well. He's got all the classic symptoms, is at home, chafing under the care of his parents, brother, and baby sister...but it's not like he can do much about it. He can't walk more than a couple of steps with out falling over and is wearing sunglasses indoors like a tool. Theoretically, he could just order take out until this resolves itself, but the last time that Jilly let him go for the door, without help, Jeff ran into three or four different pieces of furniture, which is sad, since Jeff only had a couch and coffee table between the living room and front door.
Ben had recorded it on his phone, proving that he was a dick, despite his assurances that it would be funny, later. Jilly highly doubted it.
there is no state of normal for me :( hopefully less oven days for both of us!
Okay, I want to do that even when he's not hurt with a concussion in this fic, but, you know...
normal was you emotional, but happy, and me oveny. it'll get better.
Drawing a blank...um...get back to this later? :/
as long as normal isn't you deathly ill 16x a year...
that's been normal since i was a baby. my dad blames himself.
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tears of laughter. tears.
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