An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 10/12
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, David Hollander & Yuna Hollander & Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike, David Hollander & Shane Hollander & Yuna Hollander
Characters: Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Svetlana Vetrova, David Hollander, Yuna Hollander, Hayden Pike
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Medical Procedures, Temporary Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma
Summary:
When Rozanov goes down on the ice, the world grinds to a halt. What follows is a blur of sirens, hospital lights, confessions and the news that no one was prepared for. Some things can be saved. Others can't.
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CHAPTER FOUR: fighter.
read chapter one here! / chapter two / chapter three
major tw: mention of CPR, depiction of hospitalization/ICU
"what have we got?"
"professional hockey player, male, late 20's, unknown medical history. sudden cardiac arrest during a game 30 minutes ago. CPR initiated immediately, shocked twice. got a pulse back, thready, arrested again en route. pulseless v-tach, epi given, shocked a third time. got him back again. still not breathing spontaneously. intubated with an 8mm en route and have been bagging him since the arrest. 2 large bore catheters placed in left and right AC. vitals are all unstable." one of the medics rattles off to the doctor in the trauma bay.
"alright. i want full labs, lactate, troponin, BNP, blood gases. 3 view chest rads, continuous ECG. i want a foley once he's stable. somebody page cardio. get him on the vent now. start cooling measures, they're gonna want TTM on him. what's our pressure?"
"last pressure reading at 68 over 44. sinus arrhythmia, 130 beats per minute. pulse is still thready."
"get a norepinephrine drip ready. hold on fluids. get me an art line kit."
the emergency department breaks into an uproar of demands. monitors chirping. the humming of a ventilator. ilya's chest rises and falls mechanically. medications are pushed. lines attached. numbers are shouted out as they change.
his pressure starts increasing, rhythm still irregular but decreasing in rate. they drop his temperature on purpose. he's sedated to keep him from shivering.
48 to 72 hours. that's how long they're giving him on the ventilator before they start weaning his sedation, seeing if he wakes up. assessing neurologic status. the next few hours are critical. keep his brain oxygenated, organs perfusing, lactate down.
finally, a social worker addresses the elephant in the room. "does this young man have any family? emergency contacts?"
"his name is ilya. rozanov." one of the trainers, anthony, answers. he had been involved in the arrest from the start, and knew ilya fairly well. "family is all in russia. i believe both parents are deceased. i've stayed in touch with his coach, he's going to be bringing paperwork on emergency contacts as soon as possible. it could be a few hours. i've got a name: svetlana vetrova. address is listed in boston. he's getting me her number. second emergency contact is coach. he'll be here. we can't find any information on a power of attorney or any wishes outside of full code status." in all honesty, he hates having to discuss the logistics of this. he just wants answers. for ilya to be alert. stable.
the conversation carries on for another ten minutes: working out the fine details. questions about visitation. who can receive updates. who is making decisions in life or death situations. it's a lot for anthony. this was the last conversation he expected to be having tonight. he checks in with the doctors one more time before calling coach with everything he knows.
"hey, jankowski. it's anthony hayes. i'm here with him. he's still with us. kid is a fighter. we lost him again in the ambulance, but he's back." his voice shakes as he speaks. he pulls the receiver away for just a minute to take a breath. losing him the first time was horrifying. losing him the second time ripped him in half. "yeah, i just wanted to give you an update. we don't have a lot of information yet, they're starting tests. he's not breathing on his own, still throwing arrhythmias so he's going on a vent. they said 48 to 72 hours, and then they can assess brain and organ damage. cardiology is looking at him right now and getting him admitted. i'm sure they'll tell you all of this when you get here. you and this svetlana girl are the only people approved for visitation right now. i already said goodbye." like it was final. emotion finally creeps in. "god, i hope he pulls through. kid is what, 26? fuck. okay, i'll meet you when you get here. i'm guessing the game was cancelled? okay. that's not surprising. i'll see you soon, then."
anthony waits in the lobby, head tucked in between his knees. this was what he was trained for, but it was his first arrest. something he'd never forget, and never wanted to see again. he'd take all the blood, vomit and open fractures over this any day.
somewhere behind closed doors, ilya is still fighting.
