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"It's okay - it's okay. Just take a breath. The feeling will come back." For Shane please π€
From my meme tag || always accepting
Upon waking from that light sedation Shane had been put under not too long ago, he had freaked out.
Literally freaked out. Freaked out over the fact that he wasn't able to feel his right leg; Holy shit, he can't feel his leg. What the fuck. Oh god, what the fuck, why can't he feel his right leg, where is it, what's going on---
It took him a minute to realize he's in a hospital again and Ilya is by his side, and said Ilya is squeezing one of his hands, trying to get him to calm the fuck down. It had taken Shane another additional minute to remember what had happened in the first place; A bit of a fucked-up collission on the ice mid-game, another player sliding into his leg, the very uncomfortable feeling of bones moving in a way they were not supposed to, followed by his head smacking against the hard surface beneath him with a velocity that must've knocked him out cold.
---Shane is still freaking out, actually, but he's stopped trying to climb out of this stupid bed at this point. All he does is breathing way too quickly instead, heart racing behind his sternum, and his wide open doe-eyes flick over himself to assess the whole of the situation; An IV drip is attached to his right hand, he's wearing a hospital gown, stuff is beeping by his side (a heart monitor, he supposes) and... his right leg still seems to be there. Thank god. Fuck. Shane has to ckeck anyways, lifts the sheets far enough to be able to take a peek, and... yes, still there. Mostly intact, it seems, because the only thing that's catching his attention is the bandage that's wrapped around his knee.
"...What--- ohmygod, what---" A deep inhale, a slow exhale, as Shane drops the sheets and falls back against the pillow behind his upper back - head turning so he can look at his husband now instead, unspoken questions written all over his face, trying not to freak out for a second time. "It's--- it's going to come back? Yes? Are you sure, Ilya? Are you positive that I'm not---"
He squeezes Ilya's hand with his own, where they're still connected, and bites his bottom lip.