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Hiring a nurse.
Something about the way Scott said it made Shane's chest tighten. There was nothing wrong with that, obviously, but that wasn't really what Shane had been asking, and he had the feeling Scott knew it.
"Scott…" Shane glanced down, rubbing his palms once against his thighs as he tried to figure out how to say what he was thinking without overstepping. They were friends, sure, but not close friends. "Carter and Eric are good guys, I'm sure if you needed them they'd pick up the call." The admission that he didn't have family had landed harder than Shane wanted to show. Shane couldn't imagine going through something like this without his parents hovering within a five-mile radius.
"...You can call me too." It came out before Shane could consider whether it was strange to offer. "I mean it." He shifted slightly on the bench, turning more toward Scott. "I'm not saying you should put me down as your emergency contact or anything, but if you're having a bad day, or you need someone to bring you something, or you just don't want to sit around by yourself…" He shrugged. "Call me."
Scott listened to him, and his features softened as Shane offered to be there for him. "I know I can count on them, I just. . .don't like feeling like a burden with anyone." When Shane told him to call him, Scott gave a small smile, "that's really decent of you Shane, but I couldn't ask that of you, with you living in Canada, that's a bit of a trip to pick up my prescriptions." He tried to joke, despite the situation, adding, "I do appreciate the offer though, your a good dude Hollander."
Taking a breath he said, "I lost my mom to cancer when I was fifteen, I know it was different, but I've just been thinking a lot about her with all of this. I won't lie and say I'm not terrified, I think it's why I wanted to continue to play, because at least for three periods I can act like I'm not sick. . ."
Whatever Shane had been expecting, it wasn't that. His stomach dropped and there was a flicker of shock across his face before he managed to school his expression back into something more neutral, the last thing he wanted was to make Scott feel like he had to comfort him somehow. "Shit, Hunter."
Shane listened without interrupting as Scott explained, elbows resting against his thighs and hands loosely clasped between his knees. "Okay." He nodded once when Scott finished, then again, more firmly. "Okay. First—yeah. Of course. I promise. Nobody hears it from me." There wasn't even a question about that.
"I'm really glad they caught it early." The words felt painfully inadequate, but Shane wasn't sure there were adequate words for this. He understood wanting to stay on the ice. Probably more than was reasonable. If somebody told him he could safely keep playing, he knew exactly what his answer would be. He couldn't fault Hunter for trying to push through.
"I can't imagine getting news like that and then having to walk into this place and pretend everything's normal." Especially surrounded by people who didn't know. The thought of someone potentially chirping Scott for being off his game made Shane feel sick to his stomach, even if it was in good nature.
"Do you have people looking out for you? Besides your doctors, I mean. Friends, support or something?"
Scott listened to Shane, even though he really didn't doubt Shane would keep it quiet about this, it was still a relief to hear his reassurance on the matter. Talking about pretending everything was normal, Scott nodded, "yeah it's been rough, I let management and my coach know. Vaughnie and Bennet know too so it's not like a complete secret but they've been good about having my back if they see me slipping up."
When Shane asked if he had friends or support, a sharp pain hit Scott in the chest. He had no family, the boys from the team had their own lives to attend to (though Carter and Eric both had told them they were going to help when they could), the only other person he would have thought would be help was Kip. But they had broken up just before all this started going down and Scott didn't have the heart to tell him. Kip walked out for a reason, and he wasn't going to draw him back into this.
"N--not really, I mean outside of just feeling tired all the time nothing has really happened yet. Carter and Eric have both said they are going to help where they can but they've both got their own lives to deal with." Scott shrugged and said, "and I don't have family, so I'll probably just be hiring a nurse, seems like the right thing to do."
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A few weeks. That caught his attention more than anything else Scott had said. Shane's brow furrowed slightly. A bad night was one thing. Everyone had them, even at a game that barely mattered. A few weeks of feeling off was something different, and now that Scott had confirmed it, Shane found himself thinking back over what little he’d seen of Hunter lately. "You don't have to apologize to me." Shane shook his head, offering him a small smile. "You still played better than half the guys out there."
He knew he should probably leave it there. Scott had answered the question without telling him anything specific, which Shane had understood the implication of. Carefully chosen words, minimal information. Still, he found himself setting his bag back down, sitting on the edge of his stall again. "Rough how?" Shane seemed to reconsider his question almost immediately. "Sorry. You don't have to tell me. I just meant-- are you okay? Like, actually okay?"
There was a difference, Shane thought, between someone having a rough few weeks and someone looking as exhausted as Scott had tonight. "If something's going on, I'm not going to tell anyone." His mouth twitched into a smile, something a little lighter than the situation felt. "Not that I think you're about to confess to murder or anything..."
Scott looked over at him and took a breath, Shane was a good dude, he had always liked him save for that one time on the ice. He knew he was a private person himself, maybe he could trust him with this. Looking around, Scott saw they were the last ones in the locker room. His eyes looked back at Shane for a moment before he moved to sit in front of his stall and ran a hand through his hair before nodding, "if you want the truth, I haven't been okay for a hot minute."
Gripping his thighs as he took a breath, Scott said, "if I tell you what's going on, you have to promise me this stays between us, there's only a few people that know. As in not even my whole team knows." Taking another deep breath he said, "I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, about two weeks ago."
He took a moment before explaining what had lead to the diagnosis, that the doctors told him that it was caught early and that with treatment he'd be fine. "I didn't want to bail on my team so close to play offs, it's a slow progressing cancer and it was small enough the doctors felt it safe to let me play out the season with my team. I'm still going through imaging, diagnosis and all that so by the time they're ready to start it will be around play offs time and I don't really expect we will be in contention this year so once playoffs start, I'll be going into treatment full time."
@gamechxnger | Shane & Scott
All-Star weekends were fun, technically—low stakes, familiar faces, hockey without much pressure attached to it—but they were still full of cameras and interviews and sponsors and being expected to be 'on'. Shane was tired. He wanted his hotel room, a shower without twenty other guys around, and maybe ten uninterrupted minutes to check his phone. Instead, he had taken his time in the locker room, wanting to catch Scott Hunter before they headed to the post-game function. Hunter had played well enough that Shane doubted anyone watching would have thought twice about it, but he had spent enough years studying other players to notice when someone wasn't quite themselves. A pass Scott ordinarily would have made without thinking had gone wide. He'd been quieter on the bench. Distracted, maybe.
Eventually, the last few players wandered out, leaving just himself and Hunter. Shane stood, slinging his bag over one shoulder before hesitating, maybe it wasn't his place to ask. Still, this weekend they were teammates, were they not?
"Hey, Hunter. You okay?" The question came out casual enough, but Shane's expression betrayed more concern than his tone did. "You seemed a little…" Shane trailed off, searching for something that didn't sound accusatory. "...off your game tonight?"
There was only a select few that knew the truth of what was going on with Scott.
It had started about a month and a half ago, a flu bug that didn't want to let go of him it felt like. He had gone to the doctor and test after test, they just kept coming back with the same thing, it was the flu, he was overworked, etc. But about two weeks ago, he finally got with a doctor who agreed with Scott that something wasn't right and dug further than the others.
He still hadn't been ready for what they told him.
Cancer.
When the doctor was explaining to him what they had found, it was as if Scott suddenly had cotton in his ears. HIs mind immediately going back to his mom, his months of taking care of her as the cancer ate away at her, he had never felt so helpless than he did then. Thankfully his wasn't the same variety of his moms and the doctor seemed very positive about the outcome; Scott did ask one thing.
"Can I at least play until it's time for me to start treatment?"
The doctor had explained since it was thyroid cancer which was slow growing, and what he saw at present was contained - he didn't see an issues in Scott continuing to play until it was time. Labs and diagnosing generally took 2-6 weeks as it was which would give him until at least the play offs. He had let his coach and management know, his teammates he hadn't told yet, he already felt like he was going to be letting them down and didn't want to add to that. He did let Carter and Eric know, but they kept quiet, helping Scott skirt the press for asking questions.
He didn't make the decision to play at the All Star game lightly, seeing it as one last hurrah with his fellow players. But he wouldn't lie that the wind was knocked out of his sails pretty quickly, his exhaustion creeping into him. He thought he had been masking it well when Shane Hollander had came over and asked what was up.
Looking at Shane he said, "huh? Oh." He pulled his shirt on. Of course Hollander spotted that Scott was off his game. He wanted to lie, he didn't want to share his sob story yet again. But he also knew Hollander, and knew the kid was smart as hell. Most of all, Scott respected him.
"Uhm, yeah sorry, haven't been on my game for a few weeks now." Scott said, "It's been rough."
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While I'm, so thankful for those who were there for me after my parents passing, I struggled a lot with depression after the fact. I felt because I was different, that I wasn't like the other boys, somehow God was punishing me by taking them away from me or something. I had people who looked out for me of course, but when you're at a boarding school and everyone else gets to go home for summers and holidays and you have to spend your summers with the grounds keeper, it's a very isolating feeling. How I wished, prayed even, to be like everyone else, but every chirp, every slur thrown my way was just confirmation that I wasn't. I mean I've talked about that to some degree but there's something I don't talk about. I tried ending it, one night, the hockey teams bullying was just too much, it was during the winter break and I got up on the top of the school. I stood on that ledge for the longest time, had it not been for the janitor, I wouldn't be having this conversation with you.
@hockeyborn sent: you get any sleep?
Scott was on his fifth cup of coffee that day, press, practice and games made for long days, then add his insomnia on top of it sometimes it was a bitch to function. Hearing Hollander come up and ask him, Scott gave a smirk and said, "no, not really."
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@hockeyborn sent: 'how would I know? why would I care?'
Scott had tried to talk to Shane after their scuffle on the ice. Just to clear the air. While he wouldn't call him and Shane friends per se, he always admired him as a player; and didn't want to leave things in such a sour state. He wasn't expecting even further pushback, "you know. . .you're right." Scott held his hands up in surrender, "my bad. Take care of yourself Hollander."
@ilyrozanv sent: [txt]: this wasn't meant for you, forget you saw that.
It wasn't like Scott had never got a dirty text before, he was just. . .surprised as from the source and had hoped it wasn't for him, so the follow up text was a relief.
[txt] Don't worry about it - sounds like you're having fun.
@montrealjane sent: “I accept your apology.”
Scott generally wasn't one to pick a fight, so after his clash with Shane on the ice earlier, he happened to catch the younger player before he left the arena. "Thanks man, it was really, not like me to do that. But to be fair, I haven't been myself lately." He shrugged and said, "anyway. I won't keep you. . ."
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