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    The first sound Ilya hears is a thin, discordant symphony of beeps and whirs. Something vibrating. 

    The next thing he hears is…wet. A sort of shaking, gargling sound, that feels like the ugliest crying he’s ever heard. And through it, Shane’s voice. 

    “I’m with him now, mom. He’s— he’s not fine. He’s not. I know—”

    Ilya wants to ask who's not fine, but he can’t feel his own body, his mouth, enough to ask.

    “Yeah,” Shane is saying, only slightly calmer. “I know. He wasn’t breathing—"

    Ilya knows there's a link, between the clinical musicality of medical settings, Shane’s audible, awful distress, and his own physical incapacity. It’s just, it’s so tenuous, and the air around him is so thick, so heavy. It would be easy, to sleep, a little. 

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    Footage of the last game between Ottawa and Montreal is everywhere; it’s breached containment from the sports world, and now it seems like everyone is baying for Montreal’s blood. Except, Ilya is oblivious. Not exactly blissfully so, but as the fight for accountability within the league rages on without him, Ilya just wants someone, anyone, to tell him what happened.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    "What did we do with Frank yesterday?"

    Bojan met Jere's eyes, and scoured his brain. Nothing good, that was for sure.

     

    "Well..."

     

    Bojan and Jere wake up in a post-Tavastia haze, under a flawless blue sky, where the planet has stopped
    spinning just for them. Just not forever.

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    The question about the drink dies on Bojan’s lips when Jere unceremoniously loses the towel, hangs it on a hook, and steps towards the tub. Bojan tries to avert his eyes, but is greeted with a full view of Jere’s backside as he lowers himself in the water.

    “Ahm– are you– everything good?” Bojan stammers as Jere turns to lean on the end of the tub, lowering himself until his head is resting against the side.

    Bojan and Jere and a bathtub. That's it that's the fic.

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    01 Feb 2024