Could you do a bit of an angsty request where reader and ilia were best friends and dating but then they broke up on like somewhat messy but good terms and then two weeks passed and ilia was debating wether to contact her or not since he missed her so much but then one day like right before (any important competition) he’s literally about to get on the ice , taking his guards off and the announcers are calling his name and everything and then his coach gives him his phone since it keeps ringing, he answers a bit irritated but then his heart drops as he hears it’s the hospital, reader had gotten in a bad car crash and she hasn’t changed her emergency contact yet so they called ilia, he freezes for a moment before he turns the opposite way and sprints, ignoring everyone trying to stop him, ignoring how important it is he compete
The call came just as the announcer was saying his name.
Ilia barely heard the rest.
He was crouched near the boards, pulling the guards off his skates while his coach ran through last minute reminders. The arena lights felt too bright. The music from the previous skater echoed through the rink.
His phone had been vibrating nonstop for almost five minutes.
His coach was holding out his phone.
Ilia sighed. “Can it wait?”
“I don’t know. It’s the same number.”
Annoyed, he snatched it and answered.
“This is Fairfax Memorial Hospital.”
Everything inside him went still.
“We have a patient listed under your emergency contact information.”
“Sir, she was involved in a serious motor vehicle accident…”
The announcer was still calling his name.
The crowd was applauding.
Someone was waving him toward the ice.
And all Ilia could hear was…
“Is she alive?” he choked out.
“Yes, but she’s in critical condition.”
His lungs forgot how to work.
For a second he just stood there.
His coach shouted after him.
Officials tried stopping him.
Someone reminded him he was literally seconds away from qualifying competition ice.
Because all he could think was…
“Please don’t let her die.”
His hands shook so badly on the steering wheel he thought he might throw up.
They’d been broken up for two weeks.
Two horrible, miserable weeks.
The breakup hadn’t been explosive.
No cheating. No screaming. No betrayal.
Just exhaustion. Schedules. Pressure.
Too many conversations that somehow solved nothing.
Eventually she’d sat across from him and quietly said maybe they needed space.
And he’d hated every second of agreeing.
Now all he could think about was how much he’d wanted to call her.
How many times he’d stared at her contact.
How every accomplishment felt wrong without telling her.
How every night ended with him wondering if she’d fallen asleep yet.
When he finally burst into the hospital, he was still wearing his competition costume.
The receptionist looked startled.
Within minutes he was being led to a consultation room.
The expression on his face made Ilia’s stomach drop.
“She lost a significant amount of blood.”
“We need to operate on her shoulder. There are multiple fractures and internal complications.”
And suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“There’s something else.”
The doctor glanced at the chart.
“Approximately nine weeks.”
“We discovered it during imaging and bloodwork.”
Ilia sat down before his knees gave out.
The word echoed endlessly.
The doctor continued carefully.
“If complications arise during surgery, we may have to make decisions quickly.”
“If we need authorization regarding the pregnancy, we’ll need your consent as the listed emergency contact.”
“We’ll do everything possible to save both,” the doctor said softly. “But in a worst case scenario…”
“Do we have your permission?”
Tears immediately filled Ilia’s eyes.
But the answer came without hesitation.
Ilia sat in a plastic chair.
Every few minutes he’d glance toward the operating room doors.
Waiting. Praying. Terrified.
The doctor’s face softened.
Ilia nearly collapsed from relief.
A shaky breath escaped him.
“We were able to keep it safe.”
The tears came instantly.
For the first time all day.
The moment he saw her, something inside him settled.
She slowly turned her head.
“What are you doing here?”
“Why are you in costume?”
He looked down at the rhinestones still covering his shirt.
Then suddenly remembered.
“I didn’t ruin your competition, did I?”
He pulled a chair beside her bed.
“Still your emergency contact.”
“And I was at qualifiers.”
Immediately. Instinctively.
And neither of them let go.
After a moment, he quietly asked,
“Why did you break up with me?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because these last two weeks have sucked.”
“You didn’t tell me you were pregnant.”
“What do you mean pregnant?”
“My periods are all over the place.”
“I thought it was stress.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Apparently you’re nine weeks.”
She looked completely stunned.
The words came so fast they almost overlapped.
Ilia felt his chest tighten.
“What are we going to do?”
The girl he’d fallen in love with.
The girl he’d never stopped loving.
The girl he’d nearly lost.
And suddenly the answer felt simple.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
“This breakup doesn’t work for me.”
A watery laugh escaped her.
She was crying openly now.
“So am I allowed to admit I hate it too?”
Relief flooding through him.
Then he leaned down and kissed her.
Careful of all the bruises.
It felt like coming home.
When they finally pulled apart, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“Let’s get you healthy first.”
“Then we’ll figure us out.”
“And apparently we’ll figure out a baby too.”
She laughed through her tears.
Months later, when she was healthy again and the worst of the accident was behind them, Ilia stood in their apartment kitchen watching her attempt to organize baby clothes.
Attempt being the key word.
“You have six newborn jackets.”
She pointed a tiny sock at him.
Then immediately grabbed his hand and placed it against her growing stomach.
The tiny kick made them both freeze.
For a moment neither spoke.
Just stared at each other.
The kind of smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
The kind he’d thought he might never get again.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
And as she smiled against his mouth, surrounded by tiny baby clothes and a future neither of them had planned, Ilia realized something.
The accident had nearly taken everything.
Instead, somehow, it had led him back to the two people he loved most.
And he wasn’t letting either of them go.
