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It was supposed to be okay, everything was supposed to be okay, it shouldn'tve gone as far as it did.
Shane went 2 weeks barely eating and working out non stop, constantly staring at his mirror every single night. He hadn't been out recently for people to notice how skinny he was getting.
Shane felt in control of himself being able to make his looks better for his brand deals.
He walked into the locker room.
Everything was wrong with his body. He went way too far.
If only Shane realised that faster. The only thing he had on his mind as he was preparing in the Montreal locker room to get ready for the game was how much his head hurt. He felt like he was racing against time and he just wanted to go home and consume some sort of calories before he threw up or passed out.
"What's up?" Hayden pike asked with a grin as everyone's mainly excited to play against Boston and win as if its nothing, although they know that Boston is always going to be a challenge to play against.
"Nothing much, just preparing to get more goals then Rozanov this game!" Shane joked as he struggled to keep his eyes open and breathe steadily.
The entire locker room cheered at that comment.
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Everyone was on the ice, it was a home game for Montreal so obviously everyone at the rink was riled up and chanting with Shane Hollander jerseys on.
Shane couldn't focus, especially with all the noise, he just wanted to sink into the ice and somehow disappear without anyone noticing he's gone.
"Hollander!" Shane didn't need to look behind him to know who was calling on him.
"Rozanov, you ready to lose?" Shane said trying to force a grin as if nothing could ever go wrong this game.
"Never, I'm not going to fumble like you did with Rose Landry." Ilya playfully joked.
Shane didn't laugh.
"Shane?" Ilya said with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Hu- Yes! I'm okay, don't worry." Shane quickly shot back without realising how much of a wreck he must've looked in the moment.
They both skated down for the puck drop.
"You ready to get absolutely destroyed this game?" Ilya asked trying not to break focus as he was waiting for the puck.
"Fuck you, Rozanov" Shane said hesitantly, maybe a bit too hesitantly.
"That's for later, Shane." Ilya whispered with a playful wink he always does for the cameras.
Shane couldn't focus. His vision slowly started to get blurry, he felt himself away to throw up everywhere. He knew what was coming, he wish he didn't.
His vision started to darken now.
He went unconscious, his body shifted forward directly into where Ilya was. His eyes rolled upwards before they completely shut. "Shane? SHANE!"
Ilya didn't know what to do, he had never felt more worried, he quickly grabbed ahold of Shane like it was nothing, he realised how light he felt.
Suddenly the shouting from the stands stopped completely. Every single camera was on Ilya as he was still holding onto Shane for dear life even though he was still breathing.
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Commentator 1: Would you look at those two, they're totally chirping at each other.
Commentator 2: Yeah, their rivalry is what most of the fans love about this game, we are away to be in for a long one.
Commentator 1: Indeed, the pucks away to drop any second now.
...silence.
Commentator 1: Holy! Is Hollander okay?
...more silence
Commentator 2: Rozanov seems greatly concerned, you could tell by the way he was screaming Hollanders name like nothing else mattered.
Commentator 1: Yeah, there is no way they could genuinely hate each other when there's that much worry there, I really hope Shane is alright, now that I'm looking more closely he does seem a bit more skinny.
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Ilya was frozen in space as the medics came to take Shane off the ice. He always knew Shane's diet was weird but he never once thought he would go as far as starving himself. All Ilya could feel is guilt for not noticing until he finally felt how light Shane was in his arms.
He went back to his bench and all he could do was hope for the best.
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Shane woke up around a minute later confused as medics were surrounding him completely.
"Shane, are you alright?" One of the medics asked him and was greeted with silence from Shane as his vision kept shifting from side to side.
Then his vision focused more.
"Yes I'm okay, how is the game doing?" He asked since he was expecting himself passing out to happen anyway.
"Have you been eating?" The other medic asked.
They were met with complete silence.
A couple seconds later Shane breaks the silence. "I've ate enough." Shane said as if it was the most truthful he has been in his entire life.
He got read like a book as the medics shoved food inside his mouth without letting him reply.
"Can I go back to the game now?" He asked genuinely hoping to go back to the game to stop people from worrying.
"No. You can barely move properly." Both of the medics said at the same time like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Shane just sat in place as he was getting force fed the whole time.
That was until coach Theriault entered.
"Shane are you alright?" He asked trying to force concern on his face as it he wasn't mad that he had lost his best player and was losing to boston 2-0 only 5 minutes into the game.
"Yes. I'm doing amazing, I feel like I've just passed out infront of everyone but other then that I'm doing fantastic thanks." Shane said sarcasticly trying to make joy of the situation.
Theriault walked out.
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The game ended 4-1 For Boston with the only goal for Montreal being from Hayden Pike.
Ilya didn't care that he had just won the game. He immediately went back to the locker room to get changed and text "Jane" asking if he was okay.
Lily: Shane! Shane! Are you okay?
That was what he decided to send as he impatiently waited for a response.
Jane: Yes. Don't worry.
That was all he needed to know, was that he was awake and able to reply to him.
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The montreal locker room flooded in as guys started asking Shane if he was okay, the person with the most concern was obviously Hayden.
"Shane! Are you alright? What happened?" Hayden said trying his best to stay as calm as he could.
"I'm okay don't worr-"
"Shane." Coach Theriault demanded.
The entire locker room fell silent.
"Press with Rozanov, now."
Shane couldn't believe he was actually being made to do press right now. He wanted to beat everyone and everything up. Thankfully he was feeling a bit better now though.
He slowly made his way out the room.
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He walked in and immediately got a microphone shoved into his face, as if he hadn't just regained his consciousness (like a couple hours ago.)
Ilya just stared as if he was going to walk out the room and beat Theriault up like his life depended on it.
"Shane! Why did you pass out, are you okay?" One of the reporters asked waiting patiently for an answer because thats the one thing they have to ask before they can ask anymore questions to make headlines out of them.
"I'm okay yes." Was all they got out of Shane from that question because realistically how could he explain that he hasn't been eating well?
"What was it that caused yourself to pass out?" The reporter asked again.
Shane just stared like he didn't know what to say. Until he thought of a excuse.
"I don't know what caused it, but the good thing is that I'm here right now and conscious, am I right?" He said trying to force a smile.
It did manage to get a chuckle from the reporters in the room though.
"Ilya! Why did you shout Shane's name when he had passed out, there seemed to have been great worry there considering he's your rival and you're known for always using each others last names."
Shane stared blankly at Ilya.
"No comment." Was all Ilya could possibly come up with.
The entire room was just staring at Ilya like he just commited a nuclear crime.
Shane went to take a drink of some water.
"Are you guys friends?" One of the reporters asked with genuine curiosity on their face as if it wasn't just for a headline.
"We get alo-" Ilya said then got rudely interrupted.
Shane started choking on his water as he heard that question.
"Are you alright?" Ilya asked as Shane was trying his best to breathe like he wasn't choking out all his organs.
Then he stopped. Awareness flickered in him.
"Sorry, sorry." Shane said steadily trying to get back to focusing but he genuinely couldn't.
Ilya tried not to burst into total laughter as the Russian maniac he is.
"Back to the question, are you guys friends?" The reporter asked again kind of annoyed that their question had gotten interrupted.
Shane looked at Ilya.
Ilya looked directly back as Shane tapped his foot, confirmation. Because in that moment where Shane had passed out Ilya suddenly remembered how things could go wrong at any moment and they wouldn't ever be able to go public.
"If that's how you want to describe it then sure." Was all Ilya said back.
An audible gasp was heard around the room awhile cameras kept clicking.
"What does that me-"
"No further questions." Both Shane and Ilya said as they both collectively walked out the room.
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Social media was having a field day.
Jim @JimmyBob1937
What was that about with Rozanov and Hollander that Boston vs Montreal game?
> Sam @SammyMontreal
No idea, Hollander better not be friendly with Rozanov, he's the enemy. THE ENEMY.
>> Patricia @Patricia1000
Personally I think you're allowed to have friends with other teams without it affecting your performance on the ice, that's just me though.
>>> Liam @LiamHockey12
It's different, these two are both long term rivals. There is no way in hell they could possibly be friends!!😡😡
>>>> Patricia @Patricia1000
Who shit in your cereal Liam. They could have the rivalry on the ice and be friends off the ice, easy.
HOLLANOV CANON @Hollanov
No way, I can't believe that happened. I really hope Shane is okay, the way Ilya immediately grabbed onto him shows theres a chance they could be canon.
> Lisa @Bleepbloop
You were doing so well at first questioning if Shane was okay, then you went and made this about a dumb ship. Get a life.
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Social media was doing farely okay, Shane had thought to himself feeling quite surprised considering Ilya said "If that's how you want to describe it" to them being friends.
"Shane put the phone down before I make you." Ilya said with a deadly glare on his face.
"Sorry."
"Good, now finish drinking your bird food of a smoothie." Ilya said making sure he finished the whole thing.
Of course Shane did.
"Ya tebya lyublyu." Was all Shane had to say for himself. He needed to say it before he didn't get the chance to ever again.
"Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu." Ilya replied with heart eyes, and happy to know he's going to be there to help Shane genuinely recover from everything.
Things were going okay, until an article was posted.
Shane took a glance at his phone after he had literally just put it down.
NOTIFICATION
Yuna: Don't check twitter.