Title: Never Let Them See You're Hurt
By: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: none except an injured character of course.
Summary: Adam is injured but he won't tell anyone. These are his thoughts of being in pain.
Time frame: D2. Starts off during the first Iceland/USA game.
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. I claim no one else.
Author's note: I'm posting this to test the waters. I've never written MD fics. A-Team, Power Rangers, X-Files, Starsky and Hutch, Wrestling yes, Mighty Ducks no. Let me know what you think. If you don't that's okay I'm not forcing you to. I have another one that I started awhile ago called Once a Duck which is based after the end of D3 with Adam suffering a career threatening injury.
I scored a goal. Our team finally has scored a goal. I raise my arm up as I remind the goalie we scored. I never saw the Iceland player coming toward me. But I feel the pain as his stick hits me in the right wrist hard. Oh no. This can't be happening. I can't be injured. Not now! Jeez my wrist is starting to swell already.
Charlie asks me if I'm okay. I tell him that I am. I look towards Coach Bombay who looks mad even though we just scored. I don't know if it's just the Iceland team he's mad at or maybe he's mad at me since I'm injured. I go back to the bench and sit down. He doesn't ask if I'm hurt which I'm relieved. I can continue to play. I know I can.
My first coach, Coach Riley, taught the Hawks and me that you play in pain and you never let them know you are injured. I also learned that if you are the best player you might be signaled out to be taken out of the game. I learned that in the championship game and now I'm relearning it here in this game.
Coach Bombay sent me out again. I hold the hockey stick with my left hand and use the left hand to play. But my wrist hurts so badly and I know I'm not playing like I usually do. The game is finally over.
We go back to the locker room and all I want to do is get some ice for my wrist but Coach Bombay is mad and is yelling at us. The pain in my wrist is so bad I am tuning out the coach. He doesn't seem to notice. I notice everyone is standing and follow them out to the ice. Oh no. We aren't done.
I hurt and am tired but I struggle through it. Coach finally tells us we are done. When I get back to the dorm, I down a couple of Tylenol and then go to sleep. I can't sleep. I can hear Charlie and Jesse snoring but I can't sleep because the Tylenol hasn't kicked in. I slip out of the room, go to the ice machine and get some ice for my wrist. Then go back to the dorm room and lay down. I hide my iced wrist and after what seems like forever, I fall asleep.
I woke up after a couple hours of sleep and my wrist is throbbing. I don't think it's broken but I can't move it at all. I tiredly change and notice everyone else is tired.
Time for 'school' I thought as we walked into the classroom. I sat in the back row barely listening to Miss. McKay. I don't think anyone was. I put my aching wrist in my lap. She finally gave up on us and dismissed us. I think I saw her staring at my wrist but she didn't say anything. I went back to the dorm. We still had a couple of hours till practice and I needed to take two more Tylenol or I would never make it through practice. No one was in the dorm room so I took the Tylenol quickly. Jesse and Charlie came in then. That was close.
I caught the tail end of their conversation. "At least we've got a few hours before practice. I don't know about you two but I'm going to get some sleep." Charlie said flopping down on his bed. Jesse did the same thing on his own bed.
I slipped out the door and got some more ice. I found a quiet corner and wrapped my wrist and went outside for awhile. I know I should probably go get some more sleep but right now I just want to be alone well as alone as you can get on the college campus we are staying at. I sit on the grass outside of the dorm and watch people going back and forth. I lay back in the grass. The next thing I know Jesse and Aberman are trying to get me to wake up.
"Come on cake eater we got practice." Jesse said. Jesse may be one of my best friends but I really hate that nickname.
"I'm awake." I said sitting up and stood up. Neither of them noticed my wrapped wrist. At least my wrist is numb now.
We walked to the ice rink for practice. Miss McKay was standing there waiting. "I'm canceling practice because you look like you could use some rest." She said to all of us but I think I saw her again staring at my wrist. "I'll tell your coach." We started to leave. "Adam can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked.
"Sure." I said going up to her.
"Your wrist okay?" She asked. Yep she definitely had noticed my wrist.
"It's fine. It's just a little sore. Nothing to worry about." I said. She looked at me skeptically. "Really it's okay. It'll be fine. I have to go." I said and rushed off to catch up with the others.
By: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: none except an injured character of course.
Summary: Adam is injured but he won't tell anyone. These are his thoughts of being in pain.
Time frame: D2. Starts off during the first Iceland/USA game.
Disclaimer: Disney owns the Mighty Ducks. I claim no one else.
Author's note: I'm posting this to test the waters. I've never written MD fics. A-Team, Power Rangers, X-Files, Starsky and Hutch, Wrestling yes, Mighty Ducks no. Let me know what you think. If you don't that's okay I'm not forcing you to. I have another one that I started awhile ago called Once a Duck which is based after the end of D3 with Adam suffering a career threatening injury.
I scored a goal. Our team finally has scored a goal. I raise my arm up as I remind the goalie we scored. I never saw the Iceland player coming toward me. But I feel the pain as his stick hits me in the right wrist hard. Oh no. This can't be happening. I can't be injured. Not now! Jeez my wrist is starting to swell already.
Charlie asks me if I'm okay. I tell him that I am. I look towards Coach Bombay who looks mad even though we just scored. I don't know if it's just the Iceland team he's mad at or maybe he's mad at me since I'm injured. I go back to the bench and sit down. He doesn't ask if I'm hurt which I'm relieved. I can continue to play. I know I can.
My first coach, Coach Riley, taught the Hawks and me that you play in pain and you never let them know you are injured. I also learned that if you are the best player you might be signaled out to be taken out of the game. I learned that in the championship game and now I'm relearning it here in this game.
Coach Bombay sent me out again. I hold the hockey stick with my left hand and use the left hand to play. But my wrist hurts so badly and I know I'm not playing like I usually do. The game is finally over.
We go back to the locker room and all I want to do is get some ice for my wrist but Coach Bombay is mad and is yelling at us. The pain in my wrist is so bad I am tuning out the coach. He doesn't seem to notice. I notice everyone is standing and follow them out to the ice. Oh no. We aren't done.
I hurt and am tired but I struggle through it. Coach finally tells us we are done. When I get back to the dorm, I down a couple of Tylenol and then go to sleep. I can't sleep. I can hear Charlie and Jesse snoring but I can't sleep because the Tylenol hasn't kicked in. I slip out of the room, go to the ice machine and get some ice for my wrist. Then go back to the dorm room and lay down. I hide my iced wrist and after what seems like forever, I fall asleep.
I woke up after a couple hours of sleep and my wrist is throbbing. I don't think it's broken but I can't move it at all. I tiredly change and notice everyone else is tired.
Time for 'school' I thought as we walked into the classroom. I sat in the back row barely listening to Miss. McKay. I don't think anyone was. I put my aching wrist in my lap. She finally gave up on us and dismissed us. I think I saw her staring at my wrist but she didn't say anything. I went back to the dorm. We still had a couple of hours till practice and I needed to take two more Tylenol or I would never make it through practice. No one was in the dorm room so I took the Tylenol quickly. Jesse and Charlie came in then. That was close.
I caught the tail end of their conversation. "At least we've got a few hours before practice. I don't know about you two but I'm going to get some sleep." Charlie said flopping down on his bed. Jesse did the same thing on his own bed.
I slipped out the door and got some more ice. I found a quiet corner and wrapped my wrist and went outside for awhile. I know I should probably go get some more sleep but right now I just want to be alone well as alone as you can get on the college campus we are staying at. I sit on the grass outside of the dorm and watch people going back and forth. I lay back in the grass. The next thing I know Jesse and Aberman are trying to get me to wake up.
"Come on cake eater we got practice." Jesse said. Jesse may be one of my best friends but I really hate that nickname.
"I'm awake." I said sitting up and stood up. Neither of them noticed my wrapped wrist. At least my wrist is numb now.
We walked to the ice rink for practice. Miss McKay was standing there waiting. "I'm canceling practice because you look like you could use some rest." She said to all of us but I think I saw her again staring at my wrist. "I'll tell your coach." We started to leave. "Adam can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked.
"Sure." I said going up to her.
"Your wrist okay?" She asked. Yep she definitely had noticed my wrist.
"It's fine. It's just a little sore. Nothing to worry about." I said. She looked at me skeptically. "Really it's okay. It'll be fine. I have to go." I said and rushed off to catch up with the others.