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The first thing Ilya felt as he woke up was the fucking tube in his throat. He couldn’t stop himself from gagging.
“Oh my god!” Someone said, the voice sounded very familiar to him, but he couldn’t quit place how he knew the person.
“This is a good thing, Mr. Hollander. It means that he is trying to breathe on his own.” A different voice says. “Mr. Rozanov, we are going to be taking the tube out now; it may cause some discomfort.”
Some discomfort was an understatement, Ilya thought as the tube was ripped from his throat.
“Mr. Rozanov, can you open your eyes?” The voice says. Ilya tries, but his eyelids feel too heavy to lift.
“Ilya, please, please open your eyes.” That beautiful voice whispers. That seemed to be all the motivation he needed. As soon as he does, he is rewarded with a bright light being flashed into his eyes.
What the fuck, Ilya thinks.
“Pupils are equal and reactive.” The doctor says.
“That’s a good thing, right?”
“It’s an excellent thing.” The doctor says.
“Hey, Illya, Ilya, look at me.” The voice says, and Ilya does as he’s told, unable to resist the draw of that heavenly voice-wait- was he dead? “Ilya, please!” The voice continues to beg, so Ilya does.
Shane Ilya thinks. How could he have forgotten about his love?
“Oh my god, Ilya.” Shane sobs. “It’s so good to see your eyes.”
“Hi,” Ilya says, his voice sounding raw and scratchy.
“Don’t talk too much. You need to give your throat some time to recover.” The Doctor says.
“Mmmm.” Ilya hums. “wh-?”
“You were in a really bad accident,” Shane says. “They had to put you into a medically induced coma to give your brain time to recover.”
Ilya could feel the fog lifting from his brain. He was suddenly wondering what Hollander was doing there. Shouldn’t he be with Rose?
“You should be with-“Ilya attempts to rasp out.
Don’t worry about Irina. Shane rushes. “My parents have been with her this whole time.”
Irina? His mother? Maybe his is dead, Ilya thinks, not for the first time today.
“Good, good,” Ilya mumbles as his eyes start to droop.
“We should let him rest.” The doctor says.
“Ok,” Hollander whispers. “Ilya, don’t worry, rest, I will be here when you wake up.”
With that promise, Ilya allows himself to stop fighting and drift off to sleep.