You were watching the Blackhawks play the Blue Jackets from the entrance of the tunnel. You were an assistant medical trainer, and after a lot of training, the Blackhawks hired you. This was your first game. You sighed as you watched Patrick Kane. Every since you saw him during training, you have had a little crush on him. You walked down the tunnel to see if Mike, the head trainer, needed help because he was tending to Marian Hossa, who fell into the goal post on his shoulder funny.

"Need any help?" You asked Mike.

"No thanks, Y/N, just go watch the game and relax." Mike responded. You walked out of the tunnel to see a Blackhawk on the ice, looking hurt.

"Y/N! Go check on Kane!" Coach Q ordered. You rush out onto the ice, and kneel down beside Patrick.

"Patrick! You alright?" You asked. He grimaced.

"My hip." He moaned. 

"Can you sit up?" You question. He tried. He could, but looked like it hurt. 

"Barely." He said. 

"Sounds like you broke your hip, Patrick. need a stretcher or can you skate to bench?" You ask

"I can skate." He responded. He got up, with your help, and skated to the bench. You immediately escort him to the medical room.

"Patrick, an ambulance is coming to take you to the hospital to fix your hip. Do you need anything?" You ask, just to make sure.

"Yes, can i just use your phone?" I need to call my sister." Patrick said.

"Sure." You hand him the phone, but he doesn't call anyone. He hands the phone back just as doctors come in the room to get Patrick.  He grins at you as he is lifted out of the room. You look at your phone. You see Patrick wrote a note. It reads:

Y/N, your hot. Call me ;) then there was his phone number.

 You grinned to yourself for the rest of the night.

 Hey guys! Sorry if its not long, but I like to keep my imagines short. That was for @VanessaStegall, hope you like it!

Sir, signing off!

See you in the next imagine!

-Sir