Heyyy

I'm going ice skating again tomorrow and I am very hyped whoop whoop. If any of you happen to live in/near Swansea (highly unlikely but) please come to winter wonderland with me tomorrow I'm serious.

I'm sorry for the slow updates, my phone's broken and my friends keep stealing it from me and throwing it about and so my screen has started to come off so I can't type a lot without it fucking up. Sorry. This is kind of a shitty chapter too, sorry.

Anywayyyy enjoyyyy!

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Viktor tapped his foot impatiently and chewed his lip as he waited for his name to be called. He sat in the waiting room, staring at the clock as the seconds ticked by. He grumbled quietly and cupped his face in his hands. He'd been waiting for around an hour. He was getting desperate. He was starting to get impatient. He absolutely hated hospitals.

He wanted to see Yuuri so so badly. He'd missed him so much and was desperate to hear that everything was going to be okay. The last time he'd seen him (which was a good few hours ago), he was all bloody and bruised in his arms. Viktor never wanted to see Yuuri in that state again. What had even happened anyway? Viktor obviously hadn't had the chance to ask Yuuri yet, but he hoped it wasn't anything serious. Viktor knew it was partly his fault for not keeping a closer eye on Yuuri, and he was beating himself up over it. They wouldn't have needed to come to the hospital if Viktor had done his job properly. What kind of coach was he? He was supposed to protect and support his skater, not make him end up in hospital.

"Viktor Nikiforov?" A small voice called. Viktor jumped out of his seat and looked down at the doctor who was stood by the door way. "Follow me."

Viktor gulped before nodding. He followed the doctor down a few corridors and his nerves grew. He passed Yuko on his way, who was leaving the hospital after being with Yuuri for the past few hours. They came to a stop at a row of rooms. Viktor knew that Yuuri was in one of them, and his heart was pounding furiously. They made their way down to the last but one door, and the doctor smiled at him before pushing the door open.

Viktor didn't waste any time in running into the room. The moment he saw Yuuri in the hospital bed he practically flung himself at him and pulled him into a massive hug. Yuuri was slightly baffled but hugged back regardless. He could feel Viktor's warm breath on his neck and it sent shivers down his spine. Viktor whispered a few words in Russian before pulling out of the hug. He looked at Yuuri with pitiful eyes before taking his hand and kissing it gently.

"How are you feeling?" Viktor asked Yuuri as he stroked his hand with his thumb.

"Oh-uh... slightly better..." Yuuri smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry for causing all of this trouble...."

Yuuri bit his lip and looked away from Viktor. He felt really guilty for thinking he could do something that was way off his limits, yet he felt like he'd failed Viktor. He didn't know what to do with himself. He was overflowing with emotions. Viktor just shook his head at Yuuri and placed a finger on Yuuri's lips.

"Yuuri, I promise you there's no need to apologise. It wasn't your fault. It was just a stupid accident, that's all. Accidents happen all the time, okay? Anyway, you're okay now and that's all that matters." Viktor reassured Yuuri and gave him a smile to prove it. Yuuri was about to speak when the doctor cleared his throat.

"English?" The doctor asked.

"Yes please." Viktor nodded.

"Okay, I'd like to discuss Yuuri's condition with you if that's okay with you, Mr. Nikiforov. First of all, what is your occupation with Yuuri ?" The doctor asked.

"I'm his boyf-coach. I'm his coach." Viktor stuttered. He wanted to slap himself. Yuuri could feel his cheeks heat up. Yuuri giggled to himself slightly. It was typical of Viktor to mess up like that.

"Okay. Well, looking at the results of the head CT scan, luckily there are no fractures to the skull, or bleeds and damages to the brain." The doctor started.

Viktor let out a huge breath and immediately turned his head back to Yuuri and kissed his forehead. He was so glad that he was okay. He brushed Yuuri's hair out of his face and smiled at him. He then turned his attention back to the doctor and grabbed Yuuri's hand again.

"However, Yuuri is showing signs and has symptoms of concussion. We did a few test with him earlier and I think it's safe to say that he is suffering from severe concussion. We'd like to keep him in overnight just to make sure that he's okay."

Viktor looked over at Yuuri, who looked really anxious. He gave his hand a small squeeze and smiled at him. Poor Yuuri, he was under so much stress already. He didn't deserve this.

"When he be able to go back to skating?" Viktor asked the doctor.

"We strictly forbid Yuuri from training until he is fully recovered, otherwise his condition will get worse and he could end up with a more serious problem. He shouldn't engage in skating related activities or training for around 7 to 10 days. We'd like for you to come back in a week for us to assess Yuuri before he returns to training to make absolutely sure that he's okay to continue. I'll leave you two for now." He informed them before getting up and closing the door behind him.

"Well." Viktor said.

"Mmm." Yuuri hummed in response.

"What am I going to do with you Yuuri?" Viktor smiled. "You make me worry so much about you."

Yuuri felt his heart sink. Had he really caused Viktor to worry? How could have he been so stupid? So selfish? He was an absolutely awful student. Why did he think that going to practice at 3am was a good idea anyway, especially after not sleeping for a few nights? He had pushed himself to his absolute limit, and he regretted it more than anything.

"Yuuri, why are you crying?"

Yuuri snapped his head up to look at Viktor through the pools of tears in his eyes. He pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand and wiped his eyes and cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry...." Yuuri choked out. He coughed and spluttered for a bit before burying his face in his hands and began sobbing. Viktor just stared at his Boyfriend with wide eyes. Why was Yuuri crying? What was he supposed to do? Viktor was absolutely awful at dealing with people crying in front of him but he was trying his best.

"Yuuri? Yuuri, what's wrong?" Viktor smoothed Yuuri's hair back. He then placed his hand on his shoulder gently.

"I-I feel really g-guilty for m-making you worry..." Yuuri sniffed. He rubbed his eyes before looking up at Viktor.

"Can I hug you?" Viktor asked Yuuri. Yuuri nodded and was immediately engulfed into a tight hug by Viktor. Yuuri clung onto Viktor for dear life as he sobbed into his shoulder. Viktor very gently stroked the back of Yuuri's head and gave him a quick kiss on his head. "Ты так много значишь для меня."

They stayed in each other's arms for awhile, enjoying each other's warmth. Yuuri calmed down and wiped his eyes before pulling out of the hug. He leaned back on his hospital bed and sighed.

"What does that mean?" Yuuri asked Viktor. Yuuri shut his eyes and tensed up when his head started pounding. He'd had a constant headache from the moment he'd woken up a few hours ago. He was going have to deal with this for at least a week. He didn't look forward to it at all.

"What does what mean?" Viktor looked at Yuuri blankly and with a confused expression plastered on his face.

"What you just said now."

Viktor closed his eyes and giggled. Yuuri looked at him like a lost puppy. Why was Viktor Laughing? And why was he looking so smug?

"You want to learn some Russian, do you?" Viktor smiled. Yuuri grumbled. "'Ты так много значишь для меня'"is 'you mean so much to me' in Russian."

Yuuri immediately started blushing like hell and turned away from Viktor. He sank down in his hospital bed and tried to hide his face. He was embarrassed. Why did he feel like he was being humiliated? Why did he feel like Viktor was lying to him? Yuuri was more than aware of the flirty and sweet things Viktor had said to him in the past, but he couldn't help but feel like there wasn't any truth in his words. After all, Viktor hadn't seen Yuuri at his worst and hopefully never would.

"C-can you pass me the glass of water from there for me please?" Yuuri asked and pointed towards the cabinet by his bed. Viktor handed it to him and Yuuri took a big gulp.

"Are you feeling okay Yuuri?" Viktor asked with a hint of concern in his voice. Yuuri didn't look very well at all. He looked shattered. He hadn't looked very well over the past few days, come to think of it.

"My head's banging and I'm shattered." Yuuri mumbled. He handed the glass of water back to Viktor and he carefully placed it back where it was. Viktor looked at Yuuri with pity. Yuuri was going to have to deal with this for a week, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"You should get some sleep. It'll help." Viktor told him. Yuuri whined.

"But what about you? I can't leave you." Yuuri huffed.

"I'll sleep with you then." Viktor said. Yuuri huffed and moved to the side slightly so there was enough room for Viktor to get into his bed too. Viktor took his coat off and then lay down next to Yuuri. "Better?"

"Much better." Yuuri smiled to himself and curled up next to his boyfriend. Yuuri wished that his headaches would go away. He knew they were gonna last a long time but they would literally be the death of him if they didn't stop. It was his fault anyway. It was his fault for thinking he could do something that was way off his limits.

"Yuuri, what caused you to...You know... hit your head?" Viktor asked him. Yuuri tensed up. He knew that it would be asked sooner or later, and Yuuri had been contemplating all day whether to just blatantly lie to Viktor or to actually tell him the truth. Either way, he was fucked, so he'd decided to just push it to the back of him mind. Until now.

"I-I just slipped and hit my head..." Yuuri scratched the back of his head, careful not to accidentally catch one of his stitches. He looked away from Viktor, not daring to look into his eyes. He decided to just burry his face into Viktor's chest and wrap his arm around him to try and distract himself from the guilt. Viktor sighed. He started threading his fingers through Yuuri's hair but was cautious of the stitches on the left side of his head.

"Yuuri, I can tell you're lying." Viktor huffed.

Yuuri shot his eyes open and felt his blood run cold. He hesitantly looked up to meet Viktor's eyes, and could see straight away that he was hurt. Yuuri immediately felt guilty about lying and looked away from Viktor, until he felt a cold finger pushing his chin up to look at his boyfriend. Yuuri gulped before sighing.

"I-I though I could try and do a q-quad flip... and I fucked it up." Yuuri huffed and buried his face into Viktor's neck this time. He felt embarrassed. Ashamed. Foolish.

Viktor meanwhile, was in a state of shock. His cheeks had turned bright red and his eyes were sparkling. Yuuri had tried to learn his signature move? Viktor felt like he was about to implode from his love for the boy, but restrained himself. For now.

"I j-just wanted to make you proud of me..." Yuuri mumbled. Viktor chewed the inside of his lip to stop himself from crying. He kissed the top of Yuuri's head and wrapped his arm around him ever so gently.

"Yuuri, there's no need to make me proud, I'm proud of you whatever you do. I always have been and always will be, okay? Dear god Yuuri, promise you won't do anything dangerous again unless I'm there. It could be a lot worse if it happens again. I was lucky I found you in time, if I hadn't you'd have- no, I don't even want to go there. Promise me, Yuuri? I don't ever want to lose you, my love." Viktor hugged Yuuri tightly.

"I promise." Yuuri whispered back.

They both lay in each other's arms, Viktor running his hands through Yuuri's hair until the boy was asleep. Viktor looked down at the sleeping beauty beside him. He never ever wanted to lose Yuuri. He was never going to let his boy go, not for the world.

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Yuuri groaned as he rolled over in the hospital bed and opened his eyes slightly. He looked up and rubbed his eyes. He smiled when the saw Viktor looking down at him with sparkling eyes as he threaded his fingers through Yuuri's hair.

"Morning, my love." Viktor leaned down and pressed a kiss on Yuuri's forehead. Yuuri blushed and smiled back up at him. Viktor pulled Yuuri in for a small hug. Yuuri hugged back.

They stayed there for a few minutes before Yuuri felt an overwhelming sense of sickness in his stomach. He squirmed around for a bit, trying desperately to get out of Viktor's arms to reach the bin. Viktor, being the obnoxious shit he was thought that Yuuri was playing around so he held him tighter.

"Mmmf! V-Viktor! Let me go!" Yuuri tried to pry the man off him, but Viktor had a dangerously tight grip. "I-I'm going to be sick!"

Yuuri immediately scrambled out of Viktor's arms the moment he released him and ran over to the bin. He kneeled down in front of it and breathed heavily for a few seconds before throwing up. He could feel tears at the edge of his eyes. His throat felt like it was on fire. It was horrible.

Viktor immediately leapt out of their bed and made his way over to Yuuri. He held his fringe out of his face and rubbed Yuuri's back. He reached for a tissue and handed one to Yuuri. He wiped his mouth before throwing it in the bin. Yuuri breathed heavily for a few seconds before taking time to calm down.

"D'you feel better?" Viktor questioned Yuuri. Yuuri nodded slightly. They stayed in the floor until Yuuri had calmed down before Yuuri slowly got up to his feet. He held onto Viktor for dear life. It felt like everything was spinning and his head was pounding. He shut his eyes for a few seconds and whimpered. He hated this.

With Viktor's help, Yuuri slowly made his way back to his hospital bed and he quickly plopped himself down on the side. He massaged his head before reaching for the glass of water and taking a sip. He got back Into bed and curled up.

"Everything hurts." Yuuri complained. He wasn't exaggerating. His body felt like it had been dragged through the city and left there to rot. He was absolutely exhausted, despite having a good nights sleep for what felt like the first time in years. Still, a few mere hours wouldn't make up for a few days. Yuuri couldn't wait to get home. He just wanted to curl up in his bed and cry. "How are you still here anyway? I didn't think they let people stay overnight..."

Viktor chuckled.

"I can be very persuasive sometimes." He grinned. Yuuri shook his head and turned away from him. He only knew too well how persuasive Viktor could be.

Both of them turned their heads as the door opened and the doctor came through it. He sat himself down in the sat by the door and smiled at Viktor and Yuuri.

"Yuuri, how are you feeling?" He asked to start off with.

"Uh- I feel dizzy..." Yuuri replied quietly. He began playing with his hands again. He was honestly super intimidated by any doctor he crossed paths with. He was scared of them, but then again, who wasn't Yuuri scared of?

"Mmm, that's what the effects are unfortunately, they're never very nice. Concussions are different for everyone." The doctor ran a hand through his hair. "Anyway, I came to tell you that you're free to go home now since your condition hasn't worsened. Please remember what I've told you about training, but other than that, I'll see you in a week."

Both Yuuri and Viktor thanked him before he left the room. Yuuri pulled his phone out and called his father to ask him to pick them up from the hospital. He could hear his mother and Minako bombarding him with questions from the background. He just told then to wait until he was home before telling them everything. He hung up and huffed.

"How long is he going to be?" Viktor asked. Yuuri shrugged before curling up on the bed. Had be disappointed his family? What did they think of him now? Did they see him as a failure?

"Are you disappointed in me, Viktor?"

Yuuri inhaled sharply before biting his lip. Why did he even say that? How had he let it slip out? Yuuri just buried his face into the pillows and acted like nothing happened.

"Why would you think that?" Viktor asked, his voice full of hurt. "Yuuri, look at me please."

Yuuri cursed before sitting up and staring at Viktor. Viktor looked at Yuuri, desperate to find a justification to why he asked such a stupid question. Did Yuuri really think that Viktor thought like that?

"Yuuri, I will never ever be disappointed in you. You've changed my life, and I- I don't think I've ever been happier with someone. Yuuri, I am so so proud of you for everything you have and will achieve, you deserve the world. The only way I'd be slightly disappointed is if you gave up skating." Viktor cupped Yuuri's face in his hands and stared into Yuuri's eyes. Yuuri was on the verge of tears. Did Viktor really mean everything he said? Viktor was too good for him.

"I'm sorry." Yuuri whispered and bit his lip to stop himself from crying yet again.

"There's no need to be sorry, love. You mean the world to me and you deserve to know it." Viktor wiped Yuuri's tears away from his eyes. Viktor's heart broke for Yuuri. He couldn't believe someone as talented and beautiful as Yuuri had such little confidence in himself at times. Of course, his confidence had grown over the past few months, thanks to Viktor's help and support but they still had a long way to go till Yuuri was fully confident on and off the ice.

Yuuri whispered a quiet thank you before looking into Viktor's eyes. They were sparkling and full of life and love. Viktor's eyes never failed to take his breath away. He was so perfect.

Viktor gently brought Yuuri's face closer to his and kissed him on the lips. Yuuri kissed back and felt like he was on top of the world. This feeling he got when he kissed Viktor would never get old. The lingering taste of mint on his lips would never get old. Kissing Viktor would never cease to amaze him.

Viktor, too, love the feeling of Yuuri's lips on his. They were so warm and soft, and it was just overall an amazing feeling to be kissing the person he'd had his eyes on for so long. The feeling would never get old. His love for Yuuri would never get old.

They both slowly pulled away from each other when Yuuri's phone buzzed. They didn't dare take their eyes off each other as they regained their breath. Yuuri fumbled around for his phone for a few seconds before opening the text from his father.

"W-we should get going..." Yuuri said. Viktor nodded and helped him out of bed. Yuuri stood still for a few seconds, the pounding in his head and the dizziness getting worse before dying down slightly. Viktor put his arm around Yuuri to support him after he'd put his coat on. Viktor scanned the room to make sure that they hadn't left anything before closing the door behind him.

They slowly made their way down the corridors, Yuuri taking his time as the world spun around him. He felt overwhelmingly dizzy and faint, but knew that it was nothing serious, just the effects of concussion. He held onto Viktor for dear life. It took awhile, but they managed to make it to reception. Yuuri smiled at the receptionist and thanked her after signing out.

Yuuri opted for the ramp instead of the stairs as they made their way out of the building. The stairs were dodgy anyway, so he had no hope of going down safely. They eased their way down the ramp, but came to an abrupt stop when they saw a handful of reporters at the bottom, making their way towards them. Yuuri closed his eyes for a few seconds. He was exhausted and felt like he was going to pass out any second. When Yuuri saw the reporters making their way towards them, he grumbled.

"Tell them to fuck off for me please." Yuuri mumbled. He gripped onto Viktor tightly. Yuuri opened his eyes to be greeted with flashing lights and cameras. He winced at the lights, being sensitive to light because of his injury. He buried his head into Viktor's neck and whimpered.

"What happened?"

"How are you now?"

"Can you tell us the exact events

"Why are you here?"

Viktor grumbled and tried to make his way through them but they just pushed him back. He couldn't let them hurt Yuuri more than he'd already been hurt. He was slowly loosing his patience, and Viktor Nikiforov never lost his patience.

"We Will not be answering any questions now, getting Yuuri home safely is our top priority now, so please move." Viktor practically shoved the reporters to one side and helped Yuuri through them. Yuuri pointed at his father's car, which was parked literally right in front of them. They slowly made their way over and Viktor opened the door for Yuuri to climb in before Viktor slid in.

Viktor slammed the door shut before turning to Yuuri

"Are you okay?" Viktor asked Yuuri, grabbing his hand.

"Yeah...I'm just tired." Yuuri rubbed his eyes. He shifted over to Viktor and placed his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and huffed. He was interrupted by tapping on the window. His eyes shot open to see some reporters still trying to get information out of them. "Dad, can you drive off please? Run them over for all I care."

"Wow there." Viktor giggled and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend. They drove off, leaving the reporters empty of any answers. Yuuri smiled to himself. It was pretty funny to him. It was no time to laugh though, he felt like pure shit.

"How are you feeling, my boy?" Yuuri's father asked him.

"Awful."

His father hummed in response and turned his attention back to driving. Yuuri closed his eyes and started to fall asleep on Viktor's shoulder. Viktor just smiled down at his boy and hugged him tighter. He was too precious. Viktor was going to have a hard job looking after him for the next week, he had no idea in hell how to look after other people.

The car journey wasn't too long luckily. Viktor enjoyed car rides. It gave him time to think and to observe everything around him. Hasetsu was such a beautiful city. He was lucky to have found himself in such a beautiful place.

The car came to a stop and Viktor looked down at Yuuri who was sleeping soundly on him. His light snores were like music to Viktor's ears. He didn't want to disturb his sleep so he got out of the car and carried Yuuri inside bridal style. He smiled down at him as he entered his house and was immediately bombarded with questions from his family. Viktor dismissed them and made his first priority was getting Yuuri to bed safely.

He walked carefully into his bedroom and gently placed Yuuri down on his bed. Viktor decided to take him into his bedroom since Yuuri's was upstairs and he didn't want to risk dropping Yuuri and hurting him more. He gently removed Yuuri's glasses and placed them down on the bedside cabinet before smoothing his hair out of his face. He pulled the covers up around Yuuri before placing a kiss on his forehead.

He was glad Yuuri was back home and safe. Everything was going alright so far and Viktor was relieved beyond words. Everything was okay. For now.

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Yuuri woke up with a groan. His head was still pounding. He turned over on his side and looked around his dull room. It had been three days since he'd come back from hospital, and he'd just slept for the most of it. He'd taken it upon himself to move back up to his room after taking Viktor's bed for the past days. He couldn't help it though. His bed was too comfy. It smelled of Viktor too, and Yuuri found it extremely calming.

Yuuri rolled over onto his back and stared at his ceiling. He hated this. He felt isolated and trapped. He desperately wanted to skate again, hell, the Cup of China was only a few weeks away and he was banned from practicing. He was going to fail so badly. All of his other competitors were working their asses off to perfect their programs, and he was stuck in bed with severe concussion. Why did he think he could pull off something so skilful? He was just stupid.

It was 6:08am. The sun was going to rise soon. He wasn't ready for another day of doing absolutely nothing. He didn't want to be stuck in bed all day again. He needed to do something else other than lounging around. He slowly pushed himself off the mattress and reached for his glasses. He slid them on and huffed. He sat and rubbed his eyes for a few seconds. Would this headache ever go away? This was going to be the death of him.

He slowly got up and grabbed some clothes. He slowly put them on, careful not to slip or trip over anything. He held onto his wall for support because of the dizziness that was flooding over his body. It had gotten slightly less overwhelming over the past few days and he'd learned how to deal with it. He was glad that he could feel like his condition was improving, despite still feeling like pure shit.

He knew what he was going to do was wrong. The doctor had strictly forbidden him from going back to training until he had fully recovered, but Yuuri was going to be eaten alive by his doubts and worries if he didn't do something. The only way Yuuri knew how to calm his emotions and let them out was skating, so that's what he was going to do. He steadied himself before leaning down and throwing his bag over his shoulder and making his way out of the door.

He grabbed onto the banister for dear life as he made his way down the stairs. He'd always had Viktor by his side to support him and to catch him when he fell, but this time Yuuri prayed to god that he was on his own because Viktor would slaughter him if he found out what he was doing. He managed to make it to the bottom of the stairs without falling over, and took a minute to catch his breath.

He slowly made his way down the corridor, keeping a hand on the wall for support. He stopped in front of Viktor's room for a second. A part of him felt really guilty, but another part of him felt like it was for the best. He needed to do well in the cup of China or Viktor would go back to Russia. He couldn't let him down in his first major competition with him as his coach.

He huffed before continuing past Viktor's room. He didn't want to be caught. He trailed slowly down the corridor and walked through the living room. He made it to the front door and looked back before opening it. He felt so guilty, but it had to be done if he wanted to succeed this season. He had to take risks.

Yuuri turned around and was immediately knocked off his feet when he slammed into someone. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a yelp. He was knocked off balance and started falling backwards until he felt a strong arm around his waist. He slowly opened his eyes and was met with Viktor's piercing blue eyes. His blood ran cold.

"Where the hell d'you think you're going?"

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Started: 14/12/16
Finished: 17/12/16
Published: 17/12/16
Words: 5008

Thank you so much for reading!

(Also I wrote this based on my experience of having concussion so I'm sorry if it's wrong, it's just written from my personal view)