Summary:

“Oh yes, I’m sure doctors would say this is fine,” Rozanov waved his hands around more violently. “‘Yes, Hollander’ they would say, ‘take your broken ribs and go get fucked so hard you cannot move. Is no problem, no problem at all’.” “Bruised, not broken,” Shane corrected, although he knew that wasn’t really the point. “And a little rough sex isn’t going to kill me. I’ll be back on the ice before the next Raiders game, it won’t affect the season if you’re like…worried about poor sportsmanship or whatever.” “Fuck Hollander, I do not care about the season! I care about–” Rozanov cut himself off sharply. Shane gets injured during a game, then tries to hide that fact from Ilya. It goes about as well as you might expect.