Where Am I?

I woke up and I was in this weird red room. I saw the Blackhawks logo painted on the wall. There was a bunch of training equipment. My eyes were barely opened.
"Do you think she is okay doc?" I heard Pat. Where was he? How come I couldn't see him?
"That asshole is a real ass." Jonathan said. Who were they talking about?
"Mr. Kane she looks like she will be fine. All she hit was her head. There is no sign of head trauma so as soon as she wakes up, I suggest you get her home and in bed." The doctor assured Patrick. I could see again, fully.
"Pat......Pat......." I stuttered.
"Brittnae you hit your head. Don't worry babe, the doctor says you'll be fine. I love you." He said. Patrick said he loved me. My head was almost spinning. He loved me.
"How did I hit my head?" I asked.
"Well, Sidney Crosby is a fucking cunt who needs to leave people the hell alone." Jonathan hissed.
"Jon dude, that's enough." Patrick tried to bring some comfort to me.
I left the trainer's room at 2 in the morning. Patrick didn't play in the game but Jonathan did. The Hawks' kicked the shit out of Sid and the Pens 15-3. Jonathan told me they were scoring against Fleury like crazy and he won a fight against Sid and in the process gave him a bloody nose. Serves him right for screwing with my emotions like that. Andrew Ladd's wife had dropped by to visit me at our house. She seemed like a very nice woman. I made shopping plans with her for next Tuesday. A lot of the Blackhawks and their wives visited me. I was laying on Patrick's chest the majority of the time. I was fighting with my lids. Listening to his heartbeat made me sleepy. Now and then he would give me sweet kisses on my forehead. I had to admit it. Even if our romance is suppose to be planned, I really have nothing against it anymore.
I was ready now.
I loved him so much.
I don't even know anymore who Sidney Crosby was.
I loved Patrick.