Hockey was a physical sport. Everyone knew that. Each and every game had a chance of anyone getting hurt.
But you never thought that that someone would be your fiancé, Vince Dunn.
It was like everything happened in slow motion. From the shot of the puck, to the hit, to Vince hitting the ice. To him not getting up.
The second you saw blood, as part of the team training staff, you rush onto the ice with a towel and small medic bag. Dropping to the ice, you cover whatever is bleeding.