Summary:

Shane’s face was ashen. He was staring at Ilya with a haunted look, eyes flicking from Ilya’s head to the end the boards he’d crashed into.
Fuck.
There wasn’t much Ilya could do to comfort Shane from where he was aside from trying to mouth “I’m fine,” which from the look on Shane’s face, he didn’t believe one bit.

Ilya gets a minor concussion during a game, and it hits a little too close to home for Shane.