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“Hey,” he greeted as he entered the room cautiously. Zee was laid up on the cot, knee packed in ice.
“Hey,” Zee replied quietly.
“Are you okay? What did Doc say?”
Zee shrugged. “They don’t know for sure yet. Gonna take me to the hospital for some more tests.”
“I’m coming with you,” Ishir said quickly.
Zee didn’t fight him on it.
In the end, the prognosis wasn’t too bad for a knee injury—four to six weeks out.
“You’ll be back by February,” Ishir assured. “We can go somewhere warm for bye week at the start of March.”
“Yeah, yeah. How’s your lip?” Zee asked as they settled on the couch. It was late, and Ishir was exhausted, but he wanted to keep an eye on Zee for a little while longer.
Ishir touched his face. He hadn’t even noticed the split lip until he was on the bench after his fight. “Fine. It’s nothing.”
“You fucking wailed on him.” Zee laughed.
“Nobody touches my guy.” Ishir frowned, only half joking.
Zee snorted, sinking into the cushions and closing his eyes. “Food?”
“Fuck, you’re gonna have me running around for you, aren’t you?” Ishir complained.
“You love it,” Zee retorted, sticking his tongue between his teeth.
Ishir huffed but, well…taking care of him wouldn’t bethatbad.
And it wasn’t. The worst part was how listless and mopey Zee sometimes got, sitting on the couch and giving him puppy dog eyes as Ishir left for practice.
“Okay, up,” Ishir ordered. “I know you don’t have a session with the trainer today, but you’re coming with me. You can help the equipment manager or something. Let’s go.”
Zee didn’t take much convincing, using his crutches to hobble after Ishir.
Zee sat on the bench during practice, heckling the guys happily, laughing when Nicky squirted some water in his face.
“What you say in English? Peanut boy, shut up.”
Zee cracked up. “Yeah, that’s it. And your edges are looking rough, old man. I’ll teach you how to skate after I recover.”
Nicky flicked him between the eyes and slid away.
Ishir worked hard to keep Zee entertained, knowing how hard it could be to be out of the game with an injury. He invited Olive and Levy over, letting it be a surprise.
“Yo!” Zee greeted cheerfully as the pair appeared. “I knew Zammy was up to something. He has the worst poker face.”
Levy quirked his head. “Haven’t you two mind-melded already? I swear to fucking God, you guys smell mated.”
Ishir froze as Olive elbowed Levy in the gut.
“Ow!What?” Levy whined. “I was just kidding.”
Ishir avoided Zee’s eyes. They didn’t smell fuckingmated. That would take a lot more than casual touching. More than heavy petting, even, and that was not even something they did. Maybe a hand on Ishir’s neck every once in a while, but nothing that would exchange more fluids than sweat.
“Okay, well, this is awkward all of a sudden,” Levy said. “How’s the knee, dude? That hit looked nasty as fuck.”
