Please Remember Me

I woke up beside him in the small hospital bed. His face was so peaceful with the hint of a smile playing at his beautiful lips. I tried to get up as slowly as I could so I wouldn’t wake him up. Standing there I watched him sleep for a few moments longer before I went back to get him a fresh set of clothes and us some breakfast. Before I left, I wrote him a quick note so he wouldn’t worry.

Good Morning Sunshine! :D

Hope you are feeling all right this morning…. just went to get you some fresh clothes and breakfast. I’ll be missing you every moment I’m gone. Xoxo

Quickly I rushed down to my car, I couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic parking job I had done in my panic to see him last night. Getting in, I drove off to my apartment to get him some clean clothes. Skipping the elevator, I raced up the stairs taking two and three at a time to the sixth floor. I stepped into my hallway panting as I took my key out and unlocked the door to my apartment. I immediately went to my bedroom and packed Patrice a bag of clothes. I packed his sweats, a couple of t-shirts, a sweatshirt, and a cardigan, knowing how picky he could be when it came to his clothes.

I decided on taking a shower myself since I had no real idea of what today was going to hold for me. Since I was a young girl showers were my time to release anything I was holding in. It was a time I could be as raw with myself and no one could see the emotional wreck I became. Ever since I was young, I had always had the mentality of never letting people see your weakness. My only time alone was my shower so everything always just came out then. Well let’s just say this shower I was a train wreck. I let all of my emotions pour out from the night before and ended up dry heaving from the stress and fear I had been under since yesterday. I calmed myself down finally and put on my strong face as I got out and wrapped myself in a towel before going into the bedroom to see what I was going to wear . I didn't take much time piecing together something nice and warm for this frigid November day. Then I threw my hair up in a messy bun and clipped a matching hair bow. I made sure to grab Patrice’s bag as I rushed back out the door and into my car.

I stopped by the nearest dunks and got us both coffees and a couple different kinds of muffins and some toasted bagels before heading back to Mass General. I assumed Patrice was still sleeping since he hadn’t texted me since I left as I parked my car.

I walked into the hospital and straight up to his room. I waited outside the door to listen to see whether he was awake or not. When I heard a woman’s voice, I figured it was just a nurse and that Patrice was awake. Walking in casually, I stopped dead in my tracks dropped everything in my hands. I watched horrified as Patrice kissed some bleach blonde bimbo. They both turned to see me standing in a mess of coffees spilled out everywhere and everything else on the floor. I continued standing there in disbelief of what I just saw.

“Excuse me, who are you?” The woman asked with clear attitude.

“I was just thinking the same thing dearie.” I said flat out ready to deck her, “That would be my boyfriend right there you just had your diseased mouth all over.”

“YOUR boyfriend?” The girl asked me. “I don’t think so, patty and I are engaged.”

Before I could land a punch I was interrupted by Patrice looking at me more confused than ever, “Who are you?”

“Gabriella, your girlfriend, you know the girl who spent the night with you last night and left you a note this morning.” I said utterly confused, “Who is this chick, Pat? What’s going on?” I asked the pain clear in my voice as tears started to well up in my eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The panic in his voice was clear as day as his heart monitor started to rise, “This is my fiancée Stephanie, and she’s the only girl I’ve been with for the past six years.”

Then I realized who this Broad in front of me was. As she held his hands close to her chest, I realized that this girl was Patrice’s ex-girlfriend. She had cheated on him 6 months before he and I met, and they had broken up. How was this happening? How could he not remember me? I left the room in search of a doctor. I spotted Dr. Ontario, the man who had checked on Patrice last night.

I walked up to him as tears slowly trickled down my cheeks, “What happened?” I asked him.

He looked at me with compassion in his eyes, “This morning he woke up completely relapsed, He is living as though he’s in 2011. He doesn’t even remember winning the cup. We believe it’s from swelling in the brain that came over night. I f we can get this swelling down he should go back to normal life.”

“What do we do in the mean time? He’s in there with his ex, I don’t know what to do doctor.” I said obviously panicky.

“The only thing you can do right now is let him live in his non reality, too much stress like being told you have no memories will cause more blood to rush to his brain and prolong this process.”

I took everything in that the doctor told me, “Thanks.” I said solemnly as I realized what I was going to have to go through. I felt sick to my stomach as I walked slowly into the waiting room where I texted Pat’s teammates the news.

Ding dong the witch is not dead I repeat she is not dead!! Serious problem here guys Pats forgotten the past two years and Stephanie is here trying to get back with him I seriously need your help. X(

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Marchand was the first to show up immediately finding me in the waiting room. He walked up to me and hugged me tightly.

“What am I going to do?” I asked him completely lost.

“I… I really don’t know Gab, but we are going to get you through this. Trust me that bitch won’t be around for too long. He doesn’t love her.” Marchand said reassuringly.

I pulled away and nodded, “Go ahead and visit with him, he deserves to have some real support right now.”

He smiled as he gave me another hug, “He’s so lucky to have you.” He whispered in my ear before walking off towards Pat’s room.

I decided on getting some lunch. I walked around the hospital for about an hour until I finally found the cafeteria. I grabbed a tray and examined everything they were serving, nothing looked appetizing. I summed it up to the copious amounts of stress I was under and grabbed a parfait and a hot tea. Finding a table by the window facing the city skyline, I took a seat and started picking at my food while I over thought everything. It was times like these I wish Tyler were still here. His absence from Boston I think took more of a toll on me than on Brad at times, especially now. I decided I’d shoot him a text and see how he was holding up in Dallas.

sent to Siggy @ 10:30 am: Hey Segs how’s life. Missing you lots right now, I need my drinking buddy lol

I set my phone down on the table and took a sip of my tea. Before I could even put my cup down my phone vibrated.

From Siggy @ 10:32 am: Things here are going well I’m scoring a lot, but that’s to be expected the level of play isn’t the same here. I miss you tons girls out here can’t keep up with my drinking habits like you can lol. I heard about Pat how’s he doing?

Sent to Siggy @ 10:34 am: not many people can hold alcohol like me haha I’m laughing so hard people are giving me weird looks :P Pat’s in the hospital with a concussion that has jarred me from his memory and his bitch of an ex has just waltzed back into his life like she never left :/ I'm freaking out Ty I have no idea what to do :(

I sat there waiting for his reply that never came; frustrated I got up and walked back to the waiting room. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Tyler sitting there. I ran over to him and hugged him as tightly as I possibly could.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as tears came down my cheeks.

“Were set to play you guys tomorrow it was supposed to be a surprise, but Marsh said I should come down here and see you.” Ty said giving me that goofy grin as he wiped the few stray tears rolling down my cheeks.

“If only people knew the Tyler Seguin I did.” I said resting my head on his chest.

“Couldn’t ruin my street cred now could we?” Ty said laughing.

I playfully punched him as we both sat down and waited for Marchand to come out.

I sat there and thought of everything that had happened yesterday, but my mind lingered on one specific moment.

Patrice and I stood in one of the rooms of our new apartment as we talked plans about what each room could be.

“We could turn this into a workout room since you’d be losing the gym at your apartment.” He offered as he held me in his arms.

I smiled back as I finally had the courage to tell him what I had been dying to tell him all day. “Or it could be a nursery.” I suggested in a hushed whisper as I looked down at my shoes waiting for his reaction.

“Well I mean eventually we could make it into one.” He said looking down at me.

I smiled as I watched what I had just said sink into his mind. A huge grin grew on his face as he realized what I had just told him, “No sir! You're? What? How?!?” He asked spinning me around the room.

I laughed as I smiled and nodded, “I have an appointment on Tuesday to make sure I really am, but I found out yesterday.” I said beaming.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad.” He exclaimed full of joy, “And you a mum? This is amazing!”

“I know,” I said pulling him in for a kiss. This was one of the most passionate kisses I think we had ever exchanged; I pulled back light headed, “So you’re happy about this?” I asked trying to see if he meant what he was saying.

“I’ve never been so happy.” He said spinning me around again. He set me down on the ground and stuck his hands to my stomach. Tenderly je caressed the skin as his smile widened, “I’m already in love with our baby.”

“You’ve never been so attractive then in this moment.” I said in a hushed whisper as happy tears streamed down my cheeks.

Patrice looked up at me into my eyes and kissed me on the lips as he pushed me up against the wall. He lifted my hands above my head as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Pinning his pelvis against me he held me up as he stripped y body of any fabric keeping us separated as I did the same to him.

“What has you so smiley?” Tyler asked as he waved a hand in front of my face.

Snapped back to reality my smile instantly faded as I held tightly onto my stomach. My heart not only ached for me, but for my baby. It deserved Patrice as a father, no one else would do.

I looked up at Segs and whispered softly, “You can’t repeat this,” I paused making sure he wouldn’t, “I’m pregnant.”

“Holy Fuck.” Tyler gasped.

“What’s wrong man?” Brad asked as he walked back over to us.

Ty looked at me nervously, “He can’t believe what I’m dealing with.” I said flatly.

“I’m sorry. I think it would be best if we headed back to my apartment for the rest of the day.” Brad suggested.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna hang here.” I said.

“Well I guess we’re stuck here man.” Tyler said giving brad a man hug.

We spent the rest of the day waiting for little bits and pieces from the doctors as more and more tests were run on Patrice. Throughout the day, the entire team had stopped by and checked in on Patrice and me. For the most part, I was in good spirits, until I thought about what was going on. So in other words I had become completely numb to the world and reality closing my emotions deep inside my mind not allowing all of the pain to sink in. I became reclusive only putting on a façade so no one would worry. I kept up with the conversation keeping it all as neutral as possible not getting too involved with anything just letting the day pass by me like the rain drops on a window everything was sliding off the walls I had put up to protect myself from mental hysteria. Luckily, for me this was something I was good at. My entire life I had been like this until I had met Patrice and he had torn down all of those walls. I had almost forgotten how hollow I could feel at times. Sitting there in the waiting room with people fast asleep all around me, I let one single thought seep in.

Maybe Patrice and I weren’t meant to get through this battle.