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    “Okay, give me five minutes. This patient will not take long.”

    Luca nods in thanks and scurries off to busy himself in the meantime. Ilya huffs another sigh, shaking his head as he finally pulls up the digital chart.

    Shane Hollander
    Age: 27
    Height: 177.8cm
    Weight: 88.5Kg
    Temp: 36.6
    BP: 118/75

    -Patient presented with syncope, nausea and vertigo.

     

    -shane hollander comes into ilya rozanov's ER, two months after they had a wild one-night stand)

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Galina stopped writing to look at Ilya. "Do you think he'd be willing to talk to you next time it happens, even if it's late?"

    Ilya's stomach turned over. He didn't even want to consider it, but he knew the answer. "Yes. But he silences his phone at night."

    "Most phones these days have an option to let certain numbers ring through, even on Do Not Disturb. Do you think he'd be open to setting that up for you?"

    Imagining that conversation made Ilya nauseous. Yes, no fucking doubt, Shane would be open to it if Ilya explained the reason. "I'm not going to ask him to do that."

    Set during The Long Game, an alternate version where the plane scene doesn't happen. Instead, there's this: a car crash, a therapist's duty to report, and an urgent reckoning with priorities.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Ilya widens his eyes, moves his hands in an impatient “get on with it” motion. He has the urge to say it for him, end both their misery. Shane blinks rapidly a few times, takes another deep breath. “I want to stop,” he says simply.

    Ilya lets out one humorless laugh, “Stop what?”

    Shane ignores him. “At the All Star Game, I told you I liked you. And you said about Russia and your family. And I looked some things up. I get it. I get it better now. I know we can’t but I can’t stop wanting to be…more. Unless we stop.”

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    23 May 2026

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    Shane didn't hear the rest of Ilya's question. It happened so fast, in the span of a blink. One minute he was staring at his husband and the next he was in a hallway, the momentum of whatever that had moved him causing him to stumble forward. His body collided with the door in front of him, the thud of the impact ringing out into the hallway. 

    "Ow, fuck, what the fuck?" He groaned, steadying himself. "What the hell was that?" 

    A lock clicked, the door in front of him swung open. 

    "Sasha, ya ne khochu..." A voice, so familiar even without the rasp Shane knew it would gain in time that he recognized it instantly, stopped. "Who are you?" 

    "Oh." Shane gasped, his eyes growing wide. There, in front of him, was his husband. Only it wasn't his Ilya, as in the one he was just talking to, the one he woke up next to every morning. This Ilya was a bit smaller, his curls a bit bigger and more wild, younger. His eyes more guarded than the open, adoring blue Shane was used to now. "Oh my god."

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    12 May 2026