Summary:

"Rozy," Brian, the team doctor says, "talk to me, buddy. That puck clipped you pretty good, how’s the pain?"

Ilya blinks. He clenches his jaw against a wave of nausea. He rests his cheek on the ice, and the cold helps a little.

"Bad. Very bad." He swallows. "Is Shane here?"

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or, in the final MTL/BOS game of the year, ilya takes a puck to the head.