Option One: 250 words

Jack Keigan sits alone in a doctors office after the last game of the season. He's in a lot of pain and is suffering the kind of injury where it hurts worse than it looks. And it already looks bad. The handfull of prescription pills the doc slammed into his hands before leaving the room was barely doing anything to heal his shattered bones. Too many other patients to deal with. Every night someone was playing with some kind of injury, and those that weren't played like they wanted one. It was the easiest way for them to get their hands on the little pills the teams medical staff handed out like candy after all. The league didn't force people to play through the pain, but didn't exactly give any alternatives. Almost every player at one time or another had been on the drugs for at least a month.
The pills helped with the pain of course, but more importantly they shut down the little voice in the back of their heads that demanded them to take more of those pills.
Now that the regular season was over, Jack would soon need to find a new way to get his hands on the little pills. Its hard to need something to play through the pain when their was no play to be had.
Jack picked up the little orange bottle and sighed. It was a problem for another day. Thank god the kraken made the playoffs.