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“You look terrible,” Shane says bluntly when he greets Ilya at the stairwell. “Are you hurting?”
Ilya shrugs. He is hurting, actually. The adrenaline from the win wore off somewhere between his texts with Shane and the medic’s second consult. His face feels swollen and it hurts to speak when he says, “I am not wilting daisy, Hollander. I can handle getting hit at hockey game.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay.”
A strange pang hits Ilya’s chest then, unassuming and small. Ilya chooses to think nothing of it.
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Or Ilya Rozanov on pain, love, and family throughout the years.