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Ilya is fine. He keeps telling himself that, and maybe if he keeps repeating it, it will be true. But in all actuality he’s never felt worse.
“Ilya, are you sure you’re ok? I really can stay home from this game.” He hears Shane call
“I am fine moya luvbov, I tell you this, Russians do not get sick, we do not do this.” Shane gives him a dubious look, but Ilya’s fairly certain that he’s starting to wear him down.
“Oh sure so you’re not shivering right now?” Ilya looked down at himself, he hadn’t noticed that until now.
“Shane I am fine. Just go or you will miss the bus and your game” Ilya starts gently pushing Shane towards the door with his bag in his hand.
“I don’t want to leave you alone, not when you’re sick, not like this.” Shane stops and stares at Ilya.
“I will take medicine and then I will go to bed, simple as that, and then when I wake up you will be home.” In Ilya’s head, this is a great idea. He can just sleep until Shane gets home and everything will be fine.
“I won’t be home until Sunday, it’s Friday. You can’t just sleep the entire time I’m gone, you need to stay hydrated and eat something.”
“Yes yes I will, now go, and I will see you Sunday.” Ilya looks at Shane and gives him a final nudge. He’s certain the longer that Shane stays, the more likely his breakfast will appear on the floor.
“Ok, but I want you to call me every few hours, even a text, just keeping me updated and letting me know how you’re actually feeling, no lies.”
“Okay now gimme kiss before you go” Ilya leans toward Shane. Shane looks at Ilya, smiles, and gives him a short and gentle kiss. Ilya chases after him, wanting more but Shane just laughs.
“No no! I don’t want your germs!” Shane looks at Ilya and asks just one more time, “are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
“I will see you Sunday shane, I will be fine!” Ilya opens the door for Shane waiting for him to go. And once he leaves Ilya can go lay down and wallow in bed until he gets back.
Shane sighs and looks at Ilya, “ok but if I even get an inkling you’re not well, I’m coming right home.”
“Deal, fine, bye Shane, you’re going to be late.” Ilya starts hearding Shane towards his car.
Shane looks at Ilya one last time and starts the car, he gives a wave and pulls out of the driveway.
As soon as Ilya can’t see Shane’s car anymore, he turns and goes inside. He knew he was going to throw up but he’s sure glad that it’s after Shane left. He quickly goes to the half bathroom by the front door and throws up.