Heated Rivalry WIP Fic
Shane overheating at an award show--inspired by Hudson overheating at every event ever.
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“Alright, let’s sit down.” Ilya leads them to their table, pulling out a chair for Shane. His husband plops into the chair unceremoniously, grabbing the attention of his parents who are seated next to them.
“Shane?” Yuna stands immediately, taking in her son’s flushed features and ragged breaths.
Ilya places a grounding hand on the back of Shane’s neck, frowning at the heat radiating from his skin. “Can you go find medic? I think he is feeling too hot.” He glances up at David, who nods and immediately dashes to where the medics are usually stationed at large events like this. “Breathe, Shane. It will be okay.”
Yuna grabs her napkin off of the table, submerging it into her water glass and plopping it onto Shane’s forehead. He cringes away from the sensation at first, but his mom and Ilya steady him before he gets too far.
“This will help, sweetheart.” His mom murmurs, running her free hand through his hair.
David returns quickly with two of the on-site medics in tow, which unfortunately grabs the attention of most of the room’s occupants.
“Oh my god this is so embarrassing.” Shane whines, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Mr Hollander?” One of the EMTs crouches down in front of him, opening his bag of supplies. “My name is Ethan, can you tell me a little bit about what’s going on?”
“I’m fine. Just…sweaty.” Shane tries to shake his head dismissively, but it only causes another bout of vertigo as his vision swims.
“He is overheating.” Ilya fills in, since Shane continues to be stubborn.
“I run hot.” The Canadian insists.
Ethan nods along, clipping a pulse oximeter to Shane’s index finger. His eyes focus on the numbers that rapidly climb as he moves to check the pulse on the hockey player’s wrist as well.
“We’ll definitely need a few of those cold packs.” He tells his counterpart, a tall brunette woman. She nods diligently, digging through her own equipment bag for the instant cold packs.
“Just kill me.” Shane whines in embarrassment. Most, if not all, of the eyes in the room are on him. He sees a few Centaurs speeding towards their table, but they’re all intercepted by David who keeps them up to date and out of the EMTs’ way.
“It’s alright.” Ilya soothes. It’s moments like this that he’s especially grateful that they’re finally out. No one is there to question Ilya’s presence or, God forbid, pull him away from his husband. “Is better that you get help now, than faint during the show.”
Shane groans at the prospect. He would retire and never show his face again if that were the case.
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