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Chapter 1
Anyone who skated competicely or professionally or otherwise knew the risks. If you take a bad fall, depending on the circumstances and the degree, it could be the end of a skaters life.
Sometimes, literally.
However, for the most part, falls aren't serious and the skaters can get up right away or soon after, or get off with a sprain or over.
If you're not careful, it could get out of hand.
Victor was overly aware of this. He'd seen some of those injuries right in front of him.
Yuuri, in that way, was a main source of worry. Most of his falls weren't even vaguely harmful to much other than confidence.
But you can only get so lucky for so long.
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Afternoon, Friday.
Yuri scowled where he stood at the side of the rink.
Phichit had texted everyone to meet at the local rink after the GPF, supposedly to practice together for a recreational match the next day.
So, most came. JJ stayed back on account of a date, and Otabek had left sooner than the rest to catch a flight.
Bit the majority of the skaters were there. Victor and Yuuri, Phichit of course. Georgi was there, along with Michele and his sister. Yuri was there as well. Chris had arrived fashionably late (though some people questioned the wisdom of that choice.) Mila arrived as well.
Most of the coaches were there at the start, but all but Victor gradually left a side the night wore on.
In fact, the same happened until Victor, Yuuri, Phichit, and Yuri were the only ones left.
"He's asleep?" Yuuri asked as gen stopped for a break.
Phichit laughed, quickly snapping a picture of Yuri, curled up the the bleachers.
"Guess he got worn down. We'll let him sleep this time for tomorrow."
Victor, standing beside Yuuri, sighed quietly, a smile on his face. "Guess the young kitten needs his beauty sleep."
"Victor..." Yuuri said, before shaking his head and turning back to the ice.
"I've got to go too, so, see ya tommorow, Yuuri, Victor!"
Yuuri waved, along with Victor, until Phichit disappeared around the corner.
"I really want to land this jump sequence." Yuuri said, a sigh attached at the end, mostly to himself, as he turned back into the ice.
Suddenly, Victor felt uneasy.
"Hey, Yuuri, why don't we take a break for a bit, yeah?"
The Japanese skater gave Victor a confused look behind his shoulder but nidddd nonetheless.
"But one more time first, ok? It'll be fine. I'm not that tired yet."
Victor nodded, a frown on his face. "Go for it." He said, shaking his shoulders, trying to dislodge the uneasy vibes.
He severely regretted not pushing harder.
The loud sound of skates and skin against the ice.
"Yuuri!!!"
A blur a white, the only clear thing the form of his love on the ice, unmoving since the collision.
He turned behind him. Yuri was sitting up and looking around blearily.
"Yurio, you need to call someone here, quick." Victor called, struggling to remain calm as his heart beat wildly in his chest. Yuuri had yet to show any sign of waking. His chest moved with his breaths, but Victor couldn't tell the state of injury.
"Yuuri, cmon. Open your eyes for me, ok love? Yuuri..."
Victor continued to talk until there were people beside him. Yuri had joined him at some point but there's were others now, asking questions he could hear himself answering.
How did he fall? How long has he been down? Has he opened his eyes any?
After so much of that, they got him away, and Victor could only follow absently.
What happened now?
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Yuuri's POV
Everything was dark and muddled and loud and everything ran together and when he tried to figure out WHY, all he could remember was the blur of a jump, and then a shooting pain in his ankle, a bad landing, and then the ice was close, and a scream of his name, and everything was dark.
It stayed that way. Occasional words would drift in and out.
".......Yuur.............only................always.................wait..."
Yuuri wasn't quite sure of the speaker but...... in the black surrounding him, the familiar, comforting voice was definetly welcome, as broken up as the sentences were.
Yuuri was scared. He didn't want to wake up and know exactly what he knew now.
Little to nothing.
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Yuri's POV
I don't think anyone thought that night would turn into this. Yuuri lay silent and unmoving on the hospital bed, Victor talk long in a soft whisper and he held Yuuris hand.
"What..... what did the doctor say?" Phichit asked.
Yuri looked around, trying to see who knew. Finally, Victor spoke up.
"He's got a sprain on his left ankle, not bad but not light either. But he also has a concussion. It's up to him when he wakes, i.... if he does. He might have memory loss..."
Victor trailed off there,unsure how to go on. The whole room was swallowed in silence, until Phichit shuffled, making his statement.
"I guess we'll have to make sure there's plenty of us around. Pictures and songs and stuff."
The skaters smiled at each other, before leaving as one, Victor as the only one left behind.
The idea that Yuuri might not remember him felt like a vice around his chest.
All Victor knew was that whatever happened, he just had to help the angel in front of him.