NHL Imagines

Brendan Gallagher (Montreal Canadiens)

The fans were raging and I was practically hyperventilating. There were literally two minutes left in third when Milan Lucic tripped Brendan, making him land head first into the boards. The only thing keeping me sane at this very moment was the fact that I could see his legs moving. 

Team trainers and doctors were coming out onto the ice, all being escorted by different players. For the first time ever, it was completely silent in the Centre Bell arena. No shouts of anger from fans, no boos for Lucic, nothing. The few minutes everyone expected him to be down turned into ten. Finally, they decided to bring out a stretcher. By now, tears were welled up in my eyes and Angela Price was hugging me, trying her best to comfort me. 

I tried to leave from my seat, but she wouldn't let me. "Angela, please-"

"They won't let you back there yet. They didn't let me do it when Carey got hurt. Let them do what they need to do with him right now. I promise you he's fine, (Y/N). Wait for the last two minutes of the game and then we can both go back there," she told me.

I nodded hesitantly and tried to focus back on the game. When I looked onto the ice, I was infuriated to find that Milan was still playing. 

"Angela, why is he still on the ice?" I spit.

She turned to me, then back to the players, squinting her eyes before her jaw dropped. 

"None of the refs called it," a fan said from behind us. "I don't know if any of them saw it or they just decided not to penalize him."

"That's such bullshit," Angela seethed. 

The clock finally ran down and the Habs had won for the first time in a long while. Most fans had already left by the time Angela and I started moving towards the locker rooms. On our way to the Canadiens room, I just so happened to come across Milan.

"Excuse me," I tapped his shoulder. "I don't think you know me, so why don't I introduce myself. I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I'm actually Brendan Gallagher's fiance and I don't like what happened out there. I get that it's hockey and trust me, I know very well that Brendan can be a little shit, but what you did wasn't right. Yes, he could've fallen himself and hurt himself the same way, but that's not what happened. I know  you probably didn't mean to hurt him that bad. You were just trying to get back at him for the fight you guys had earlier, but you also should know how dangerous it is to trip someone in that area by the boards." 

He was left speechless by the time I had stopped talking and I took that as my chance to walk away. I heard some of his teammates start picking fun at him, so I turned around, glaring at them. This shut them up right away. Internally patting myself on the back, I swung open the doors to the locker room, surprising some of the players. 

PK stood up. "(Y/N)... Brendan's fine, but he- uh- he might have a minor concussion and he's pissed beyond belief."

I sighed and nodded, turning the corner to the medical center. Brendan was on his back, propped up by the cushion that was laid under his head.

"Bren," I whimpered. 

His eyes flickered to mine and softened when they saw my distressed figure. He patted the area next to him on the small bed. I scurried over to him and sat down, immediately wrapping my arms around him.

"(Y/N)," his laugh was muffled by the jersey I was wearing "I'm fine. I'm alright, babe. It's okay,"

I ran my hand through my hair. "God, I was so worried about you, Brendan. You scared me so bad,"

"I'm sorry, princess. Don't cry," he cooed, wiping the tears from my cheeks, then chuckled lightly "I know you chewed out Milan. Angela told me. You didn't have to do that for me."

"That was such an uncalled for trip, though," I argued "I didn't curse at him or anything. I don't think I was very intimidating anyway because I had to look up when I was talking to him."

"I know how you feel," Brendan groans.

I sighed. "Ugh, I'm such a hot mess right now."

"Hot? Definitely. A mess? Eh, maybe a little," he joked, bringing me down to lay next to him.

"Even when you're in pain, you still manage to be an asshole," I cried into his chest.

"But you love me,"

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