Summary:

“But yeah,” Shane continues, “tell him I’m not mad. Well, not about the accident, at least. I’m mad about him for ruining our plans last night.” He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry I didn’t text.” I’m sorry I didn’t text last night, by the way. I was looking forward to our plans last night. I’m mostly mad at Marlow for fucking that up. I was gonna ask you— “Ilya? You good?” Shane pulls back the hand Ilya was holding to poke him on the chest. (He seems to be under the impression that the last game he played was against the Boston Bears.) -- Ilya goes through seeing Shane unconscious on the ice again, and people try to convince him that they are going to be okay.