Summary:

"Ilya. What the fuck happened?" Ilya wiped over his nose with the back of his hand again, frowning at the sticky smear left on his skin. "Nothing." "What the fuck do you mean nothing! You have a busted lip! Your nose is bleeding!" Shanes voice was louder than he would have liked. Or: Two times Ilya gets hurt and the one time Shane is there to make it better.