Summary:

“Hey Siri, call Lily.” After a pause, “Hey Siri, put it on speaker,” was the next slurred command to come from the concussed hockey star. All Andrea could do was watch in a state of both fascination and horror as the call was picked up after two rings. “Shane? Are you okay?” “Ilyyaaa! It’s your voice! How did they do that?” Shane looked at the device in awe. Ilya’s confusion and genuine concern was audible. “What? Shane, what do you mean?” “Ah!” Shane exclaimed, giggling into his hands. “Hi!” He looked up, then in a stage whisper, he said, “my nurse is still here. So be quiiiiiiiet.” ___________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ Or, Shane gets ahold of his phone and calls Ilya while under the influence of his pain meds. And of course, he calls Ilya.