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Ilya woke up to the sound of the en-suite light buzzing and the warm heat of his husband behind him gone. His exhausted face taken over with confusion and worried wrinkles appearing on his forehead.
“Shane” he called out from under the covers and after hearing no response groaned and peeled himself off the bed.
As he slowly opened the bathroom door he repeated “Shane” going quiet when he sees him stood hands on the sink staring into the mirror way too pale for Ilya’s liking.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“ I’m fine” Shane said snapping out of his trance turning to face Ilya quickly painting on a smile “just thinking about the game later”
Ilya’s stared at him clear disbelief etched across him
“ if you aren’t good I can text Wiebe you know it is stupid to play if u your sick”
“I’m fine” he repeated practically spitting the phrase out And walked away to get ready for the game.
Later, as they drove to the rink Ilya could see Shane blink against the sun shining through the windscreen deciding not to say anything but mentally filed away a note to watch Shane during the game.
In the changing room the usual joking went on Shane quieter than normal as Wyatt turned to look at Shane standing by his locker half changed looking dazed . “Hollzy you feeling alright buddy?”he said looking at him worry in his tone making the rest of the team look at him with matching glances,a few piping up with “ you sure your alright to play?”
“I’m fine” Shane said through gritted teeth turning around as the team shot questioning glances at Ilya who still had concern drawn in his face looking slightly less bubbly than normal.
Walking onto the ice Shane was less stable than normal disguising his wobbles for moving into stretches already squinting against the bright lights and loud noises from the crowd that all merged into one another.
20 minutes later,Shane was chasing the other teams player attempting to steal the puck going slower than he normally would when suddenly the ice started to move his ears ringing head almost exploding. He heard a muffled shout as he felt his centre of balance drop and eyes shut.
Ilya looked over at Shane chasing the puck feeling that something was wrong but stayed put not wanting to be pushy with Shane till he suddenly stopped looking around confused and started to wobble on his skates Ilya let out a loud scream “SHANE!” As he skated over becoming a blur on the ice arriving behind Shane just in time to catch him before his head hit the ice his heart was beating out of his chest as he screamed for help.
After what felt like years but realistically was about couple of minutes at the max the medics began to stream onto the ice telling Ilya to move.
He shook his head “ not leaving help him no point arguing I’m not budging”
Realising they were fighting a loosing battle the medics began to treat Shane.
Slowly blinking his eyes Shane moved his mouth barley audible “Ilya”
“I’m here mon solnyshko” Ilya’s replied voice wavering from the tears that were threating to fall “ your gonna be okay”
Shane looked up “I’m fine” he said slowly
“If you say that one more time Shane I swear”
The medics suddenly piped up “ Hollander we are going to have to take you to the hospital” moving Shane onto the backboard packing him up and taking him off the ice as Ilya’s trailed along behind .
At the hospital, Ilya’s paced around the waiting room going up to the front desk every few minutes asking for updates every time met with “ the doctors will come and update you soon” from growingly agitated receptionists.
About half an hour later, still with no news Yuna and David burst into the waiting room and Ilya was suddenly overcome with gratitude that it was a home game as Yuna and David spotted him and came over.
“ you okay sweetie, have you heard anything?” Yuna asked softly and when Ilya shook his head she trotted off towards the desk oh the poor receptionists if they thought Ilya was annoying and impatient they would go mental with Yuna’s mother hen level questioning.
David sat next to Ilya’s taking him into his arms “he’s going to be fine he’s a tough boy” he said reassuringly Ilya wasn’t sure if he was just comforting Ilya or himself as well.
Yuna came and sat on Ilya’s other side after having a long talk with the receptionist.
The doctor appeared within a minute of Yuna sitting down. That woman was actually magic.
“ Shane Hollanders family?” Questioned the doctor. “ yes can we see him?” Asked Yuna keeping a cool tone even though she was overtaken with worry for her baby.
“Of course, he is fine he has the flu and minor dehydration we suspect he pushed himself too hard and made it worse for himself but we are rehydrating him and have him on medication for the fever” “ he’s in room 1221”
“ thank you” replied Yuna sighing Ilya visibly relaxing next to her. The three of them getting up and heading toward his room.
Shane sat in the bed still looking a bit out of it but a lot better than earlier. Smiling as they walked in the door and Ilya practically ran to his side taking his hand in his using the other to stroke his hair that had fallen messily on his forehead ,Yuna and David taking the chairs by the bed.
Shane looked at the “Sorry for scaring you guys ” his head slightly bowed.
“Shane I’m so close to wrapping you in bubble wrap and keeping you safe as my little burrito if you ever scare me like that again” Ilya replied. Drawing a huffed laugh from shane as Yuna and David looked at each other behind them so grateful thier son had someone who loved him so much.
They all talked for a while Shane letting out an annoyed huff when he was told no hockey for a week.
An hour later, there was bustling outside the door as the entire centaurs team and Harris burst through the door nearly toppling over each other.
“Hollzy how are you” they all synchronised
“I’ll be fine no hockey for a week, how was the game?”
“ We won for you” Luca told him stood near the front of the group Young’s hand nestled in his.
They continued to chatter till the nurses pushed them out of the room an hour after visiting hours had ended declaring that Shane needed rest.