Summary:

They lie in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the steady and slow beating of Shane’s heart on the monitor. He’s perfectly content to just bask in Ilya’s presence and form until the doctor comes back, but eventually, he can feel Ilya staring at him. So he opens his eyes and sees an expectant look on his husband’s face. 

“What?” Shane questions.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

Shane’s brows draw down in confusion. “Talk about what?”

A mischievous grin splits Ilya’s face. “That I am your emergency contact.”

“Oh, my god,” Shane groans. “You are not going to make this a thing. It’s not a big deal.”

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Or, hockey injuries are temporary. But having Ilya Rozanov as your emergency contact is forever.