DYLAN WOKE IN A JOLT, bolting upright, her shirt stuck to her back because of sweat. Breathing heavily, Dylan gained her composure, pulling her hair back and putting it up in a ponytail.

Blinking slowly, Dylan reached out and grabbed her phone off the table beside her bed. 4:57 a.m. and no notifications or texts since the group uploaded their video at ten.

Still gaining her breath, Dylan rubbed her face, her whole body sweating and slightly shaking. Reluctantly, Dylan peeled back the covers, and hopped out of bed, walking groggily out of her room.

Being stuck on the second floor of the mansion, everything on the floor was like a hotel. Rooms went all the way down the hall, an elevator and stairs at one end, and an ice machine at the other. Walking down towards the stairs, Dylan started to calm down a little, though her dream was still fresh in her mind.

As she was just about to open the door to the stairs, the elevator doors opened to reveal a drunk Jonathan Toews, hanging off a sober and annoyed Patrick Kane. "You guys good?" Dylan asked as Jonathan stumbled and almost fell, Patrick catching him just in time, almost falling over in the process because of the weight.

Patrick immediately jumped back at the girls voice, letting Jonathan fend for himself and fall over. Patrick instantly jumped down and helped his best friend back up, letting Johnny put all his weight onto Patrick. "Ah, yeah, Tazer here just had a little bit too much to drink."

Dylan nodded slowly, squinting her eyes, "i-is he wet?"

Patrick chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Uh- yeah, he uh fell in the pool."

Jonathan straightened, "no. Actually Sid dared me to jump in the pool, and when I went to go do so, Quick pushed me in. That bastard."

"Oh right," Patrick agreed, though when Jonathan looked away, he shook his head profusely mouthing that he fell in.

"B-but a-are you okay? You're as pale as a ghost but I can see you sweating from here." Patrick inquired as he fought to keep Jonathan upright.

Dylan's eyes widened at the question, "oh! Me? I'm fine."

Kane looked uneasy, squinting his eyes, "are you sure? Have you been crying?"

Dylan brushed her hand under her eyes and sure enough, tears streamed down her face. "Oh um- it's just my eyes adjusting to the lig-"

"C'mon Kaner! You dragged me up here so I could go to bed, either let me go back downstairs and dive for pennies or I'll just show myself to my room, so you can flirt!" Johnny slurred, trying to pull away from Patricks grip.

"Oh- no, c'mon J, lets go." He started guiding Jonathan down towards his room, but before he got too far, he turned back around. "You should go back to sleep Dyl," he smiled, the young girl nodded.

When she didn't move, Patrick continued to stare back at the dark haired girl, waiting for her to head back to her room. Clearing the thoughts from her head, Dylan headed back to her room, sighing as she did so.

Just as Dylan crawled back into bed, a soft knock on the door was barely heard. Sighing again, Dylan jumped out of bed and went to the door, opening it to reveal Patrick.

He still had his hawaiian print swim shorts and Chicago cubs snapback on, but instead of his denim button up shirt, he wore a Blackhawks hoodie. In his hand, he held a bottle of water, and in the other was a fuzzy blanket.

Dylan scanned the man before going back to his face which wore a small lopsided grin. Stepping back then opening the door more, she let the Chicago forward come in.

Patrick walked in, going straight to your bed and sitting down on the edge. Trailing behind him, Dylan sat on top of the covers, crossing her legs. Looking at him questioningly, Patrick grinned even more. "I know you aren't okay, so I went and grabbed a cold bottle of water and although you've been sweating, I brought you a cozy, fuzzy blanket." He smiled handing Dylan the two things, concern clear in his eyes. "I don't know what kind of dream you had, but I've wrapped myself in that blanket a lot so it smells like someone. I- I know that's kinda weird, but that used to help my ex girlfriend."

Patrick rambled on nervously, clearly scared that he overstepped. This made Dylan's eyes soften, drooping slightly with tiredness in his presence. She felt safe, she knew everything was fine.

"C-can we talk about it?" The girl stammered out, feeling her chest tighten at the thought of her dream.

"Of course," Patrick mumbled softly.

Dylan nodded, playing with the sheets, "could you maybe just stay with me? Until I fall asleep?" She asked shyly, normally she wasn't like this, the one that gets scared about a dream, but this was different.

Patrick smiled, "of course. Now get comfy, here, I'll turn some lights off."

Walking around the room, Patrick turned off all the lights except for a lamp on the far side of the room, and the bathroom light. Climbing into bed beside Dylan, they laid on their backs, arms brushing against each other.

"I had a dream that- I don't really know what happened. But something happened, and I pushed you guys to stay strong, that we couldn't back down from Bettman. I pushed you guys to do so, and I said things, and all I know is that it didn't end well." Dylan turned her head to face Patrick who did the same, their eyes adjusting to the darkness.

"I'm sure it was nothing to worry about actually happening. Plus if we didn't want to do this, we wouldn't be here."

"I know but, I told Bettman that over my dead body would you guys miss the Olympics. That's a big statement." Dylan started to panic again, noticeably tensing up.

Patrick moved closer, sensing the girl's panic, he wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her relax into him. "Hey- we all went over what we were going to say. We all agreed on what to say, and who should say it. We all agreed on saying that, and we all agreed on you saying it. You aren't the only who's in this Dyl. Sure you started this, but you only made people do what they wanted to do, but were too scared to. We're in this together D, and if you go down, we go down too."

Dylan smiled, shifting closer into the warmth of Patrick, she mumbled, "alright I see you Kaner, Huger Games reference."

"Well you're basically Katniss." Laughter filled the air as the two laid looking at the ceiling. It was so comforting and pure, it was a feeling both yearned to feel more often. "No, but really. I watched the video after we uploaded it, and damn, you look li- you are a fucking badass."