Part 2 of 4

"Mr. Nikiforov, the test results came back in."

"What are the results?"

"All of them came back negative except for one." The nurse fidgets a bit before saying it "The drug test came back positive. He had ketamine in his system which makes the theory he was drugged 100% confirmed."

"The date rape drug, so I've heard," I say nodding.

She bites the nail on her thumb and looks at me.

"I see you've done your homework." she says holding up a clipboard and peering at me over it "But you're sadly correct. He'll be in a coma for a bit, but he'll be alright, along with physical and mental/ psychological therapy, but he'll be for the most part, alright."

I nod "Thank you very much."

"He's so lucky to have such a loving fiancé such as you." she says "We hope you'll take care of him."

"Trust me, I will."

She nods before walking off and down the corner.

I look off at Yuriria as he rests peacefully. What monsters would do such a horrid thing to my fiancé, knowing that he is mine no less? It's utterly disgusting in my own opinion and I bet the "Viktuuri" shippers around the world and anyone with any sort of common sense would think otherwise. Phichit won't express his anger as actively or as aggressively as Yuriria, but I know that he feels just the same about the situation, even though he's almost as good at disguising his emotions.

"Oop, trouble, trouble!" Phichit says handing the phone over.

"What happened?"

@DeicationtoEros: You all should've heard the sounds Yuuri made for us last night...Oh wait, he couldn't.

"This account was just made today, so there is no evidence of who could be running this account."

"What type of criminals are they? Do they always announce that they violated someone on social media for everyone to see?"

"They could always be posers, you know." Phichit says with a scowl "They could just be doing it for attention, which people seem to love doing... It's the reason T-ARA lost all their fame in a blink of an eye... All because one member had a victim complex."

"Please, spare me the references some people won't understand." I say "They could be the real deal."

"Posers!"

We glare at each other before dropping the argument because w both know we can't win.

"I'm going to get something from the vending machines, you coming?"

"Are you paying?" I ask trying to lighten the mood."

"Umm, yes?"

"I hope you know that was a joke."

"Yeah, but I'm paying anyway. You're growing through a tough time, and good sugary food always helps in time of crisis!" he declares "The first step to discovery/recovers is comfort food!Trust me, it always works!"

I raise a brow at him before he takes me by the wrist and drags me out the room, down the hallway, and in the direction of the vending machines.

"What a strangely optimistic kid..." 

Yuuri's P.O.V.

Butterfly...

Like a Butterfly...

Mochi Butterfly, bu Butterfly chereom

In my dream, Viktor and I are listening to music in our living room. I believe we're doing the waltz but on ice?

And the song kept repeating itself, over and over again, until it stopped completely, freezing us in time as well.

I feel like I'm drifting in between life and death, but I feel more dead than alive.

"I've never felt more reason to stay alive even after going to all the lengths to die."

I remember telling Phichit that sometime after the Grand Prix Final.

He knows me better than anyone, so he knew what I might've and did feel like after the skating series was over with.

"Well, you can still win gold at the other skating competitions!" he yells into my ear. "Japan is counting on you!"

"Thanks, Phichit..."

And then two night later, after I had finished coming down from my silver winners high, I felt the disappointment and shame catch up to me in a blink of an eye. I realized the majority of what I had been telling Phichit had been bullshit I was using to try to convince myself that everything was alright.

At the time, I felt at my lowest and usually, I would've been holed up in my room for days at a time but...

"Please save me... Save me..."

And here we are again. I'm ready for death to claim me as its own, but all the same, there's a lingering feeling of warning to stay alive that I don't understand...

There's never any final ground with me, is there?

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My eyes open and I cover my eyes from the sudden assault of light. After finally adjusting I reach over to find my glasses that were not in the best of shape...

No one else is in this room except me, kind of a comforting thought, really...

Outside, there are voices. I wonder what they're saying...

"Mr, Nikiforov, would you like to press charges on your fiancé's behalf?"

"Of course, where do I sign?"

"Here Mr. Nikiforov."

The door opens and two people walk in. One is unknown to me and the other is Viktor...

"Hello?"

Viktor turns to me and rushes towards me in what I'm going to say is excitement. I cover myself with my arms in defense.

"Mr. Nikiforov! Don't come rushing up to him like that!" another person had joined the room. "You'll trigger PTSD symptoms!"

Too many people... Way too many people...

"2 hours dungeon. Sit outside until we're done with the examinations." the nurse scolds leading him away from me.

Viktor knows it's useless trying to argue with someone of higher authority than you in the workplace, so he lets himself out and gives me the look of an abandoned and lost puppy.

"Now Yuuri, put your arms down please." the nurse says in a warm comforting voice. "The doctor is coming in soon to examine you, is that alright?"

I slowly put my arms down and look at the nurse's face. She looks like she's taking the most pity on me right now.

"O-Ok..."

"Doctor! We'll need you in here now!"

Another man walks in and I try my best not to tense up or flinch in his presence, although it's very noticeable that I am.

"Yuuri Katsuki, right?"

I nod and look away. I'm not interested in what he looks like. I just want to be alone with my thought, at least they won't hurt me much in the long run...Right?

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You're so brave for doing this for us...

No, No I'm not... Don't lie to me.

Open wide please, this will only take a second

Not after what happened...

Does a shower sound nice? Let's run you one, ok?

Please, get them off me. I want to feel clean.

Your fiancé is outside...Would you like me to take you to him?

Viktor wouldn't want me now. He doesn't love me now that I've been touched by someone that isn't him.

He loves you Yuuri.

Not anymore. He'll get fed up with me and think I'm not worth his time.

And besides, someone as filthy as I am not worth a god's attention...

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Viktor walks in with a bashful smile on his face and his hand at the back of his head, brushing her hair.

"You look like you're doing well."

No response.

"The doctor told me you'll be discharged soon. Then you'll be able to get back on the ice.

"How?" I mutter out, my voice hoarse "I-I can't Viktor..."

I begin crying in the most heartbreaking way possible, the tears don't stop with me either...

"I-I'm broken, Viktor. A broken toy with no more use for it's buyer." I say before I can stop my mouth from running like a broken locomotive "How can I make not only my family and friends but also my country proud like this!!"

"You're not broken, Yuuri. And if you are, then I'll be the one to fix you,"

"Why don't you say it, Viktor."

"Say it?"

"Say that you don't love me anymore." I say with a sad smile. "Say that no one wants me, and say that you don't want me either. I know that no matter how much I try to convince myself, what I have said today still stands."

"Yuuri, please don't say such things."

"Viktor, why? I'm dirty... I'm filthy and I can feel the sin coursing through my veins, Viktor! I committed a crime! A crime!"

"The only crime committed here was the one those bastards inflicted upon you."

You're so calm...

Why?

Why are you like this?

"Isn't what I did called adultery? Why don't you hate me right now?!"

"What?! Do you want me to degrade you and insult you just like those bastards did?"

"Yes!" I yell throwing my hands in the air in exasperation "Why not that?!"

He gets closer as I continue to rant.

"I love you, Yuuri. Don't forget that you got us these rings for a reason."

"They were supposed to be good luck charms, but they don't seem to be bringing much look, do they?!"

He takes my right hand in his, tracing mindless patterns over the palm of it.

"If you're going to be filthy, I'll be filthy with you, ok?" he mutters "Let's be filthy together, ok?"

I wipe my eyes but more tears take their places.

"I hate you so fucking much, Viktor." I say continuously wiping my eyes "Why won't you disappear like all the others?!"

He lays a kiss on my palm and smiles.

"I'm not a ghost, Yuuri. I can't disappear even if I tried."

Those statements would be very heart melting if I was in the right mindset, but I'm not and this is what followed instantly afterwards.

"You're so stupid Viktor." I say wiping my eyes so hard I can't even see anything. "I'm scum on the face of this earth, so why do you hang on to me?! I Don't understand! Why do you do all this for someone for can't make this their country proud?!"

"You aren't scum and nothing that happened the other night was your fault." he tried to assure me but I just keep going on.

"But it was. Why can't anyone else see that?"

Viktor sighs. I knew it.

He is tired of me and this entire conversation, right?!

"Stop pushing me away, Yuuri." Viktor whispers clutching even tighter into my hand.

There you go again, Yuuri...You did it again. You hurt someone who's trying to help you because you think that everything is always your fault.

"Nothing you're doing here is fair, Yuuri."

"If life won't play fair, neither will I." I say bluntly staring at him.

Viktor gets up and goes to leave, but before he does, he turns and said this to me.

"I'll be back. I hope you'll be ready to talk after this."

And the door slides shut.

I realize the screaming. pain

Hearing loud in my brain

But I'm going straight ahead with this scar.

I let out a choked sob at hearing his voice say that in the hallway. I knew that damn song from my teenage years anime phase. It was Sign by the band FLOW. Just hearing Viktor sing it in Japanese made it all the more personal even though the first part is in English.

It's not fair to Viktor and I know it all too well.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, so am I.

God, I just can't stop screwing up my own life, can I?

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Phichit.chu: *enter the mp4* Whichever one of you bastards touched him, I hope this is what you wanted #savetheship2k17

SugaKookie: The ship is dying? Oh happy, happy day!

Imma(S)catman: I hope those 5 bastards go to hell

LiliaBaranovskaya: It will be a shame if those to break up, right @YakovFeltsman ?

Yakov Feltsman: Yes... Quite a shame

RyousukeYuruichi: Finally, that pig sees what a useless burden he is on Japan.

RedhairedPrincess to RyousukeYuruichi: Bitch, fight me

YakovFeltsman: Mila, control yourself

RyousukeYuruichi: I know you have skeletons in your closet too, Mila. Remember the incident with your best friends boyfriend?

RedhairedPrincess: 1v1 me irl. I will mess you up

YakovFeltsman: How about no?

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Phichit's P.O.V.

Although I feel bad that I posted that video without video without anyone's jurisdiction, but it had to be done.

I'll apologize when Yuuri's back to feeling 100%.

He's clearly hurting right now, but I also know there's nothing to be done that involves me. This is the most I Could do to help raise awareness for his case.

Honestly there is really nothing I can do. All I know is that the ones that are the closest to him are the only ones that can truly provide him the mental help and moral support that he needs right now, and those people are his family and fiance. I have no place to butt in here. This isn't my scene,, but I will raise awareness and put in my own two cents.

Yuuri's harsh sounding words speak to me on a very personal level, though. He won't accept my help nor anyone else's until the time is right.

Yuuri, he had said something similar when we were living in Detroit together. We dated briefly, but then we stopped after an incident that we choose not to speak about because it just brings up terrible memories from years past.

I still feel really bad about it and what had happened back then. Perhaps if circumstances had been different, we would've stayed together, but Viktuuri is the otp, so why should I let it sink because of me?

That's just selfish...

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Visiting hours had ended quite some time ago and I check my phone. A lot of people seem to be happy that Viktor and Yuuri are in a rough patch right now and others are very, very, upset over the matter and what has gone down. Even big-time skaters that would've shared the ice with Yuuri are voicing their opinions. Some are even attacking the account that started this in the first place. But every time they shut him down, he just comes right back with another email and username and bounces back.

"Yuuri's undergone a complete 360-degree turn, I hope he's alright..." Viktor says from next to me trying not to disturb the rest of the staff and the patients.

"Those bastards shouldn't have touched Yuuri. If they didn't, the world might not be in the completely up in flames state it is in right now." I say in a matter-of-fact tone.

"And Yuuri might not recover fast enough to be able to participate in Japanese Nationals, which will slowly eat away at him and make him feel even worse." Viktor says, his shoulders slumping down even farther.

"It happened once back in Detroit, and Yuuri felt bad he couldn't watch me kick ass during our monthly skating competition because of how hard he overworked himself."

"Yuuri never mentioned that injury." Viktor said in a dejected tone.

"Of course he didn't, usually what happens in Detroit, stays in Detroit." I say "Bad things happened in Detroit, Viktor."

"What things?"

"Nothing for you to worry your precious little head about!" I say with a smile trying to lighten the mood "Now, how about food, yeah?"

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Viktor and I eat in silence save for the occasional "This is really good!" from me in an attempt to make conversation with the Russian.

Tough crowd...

Eventually, he and I part ways to our respective homes (or in my case hotel but whatever, a tension in the air.

"Damn!" I yell kicking a wall in frustration.

"Please, don't destroy yourself." a voice says from little ways away. "You'll get wrinkles if you keep that grimace on your beautiful face."

Ok, no.

I back away and head to my hotel, when I turn behind me though, the man is gone just like he was a figment of my imagination, even though I can swear on my life that he's real and alive!

I enter the lobby, already fishing through my wallet for my keycard that seems to have miraculously, somehow gone missing in the move.

Today just isn't my day, now is it?

God, this sucks.

I head to the elevators and see if I left it somewhere in the hallway and maybe someone picked it up and didn't rob me of my things!

"What fun!" I think to myself bitterly before stepping out onto the 6th floor.

I go to my door and notice that si was cracked wide the hell open, meaning the card had been stolen and someone was in there.

I begin to back away from the door like a smart person would do and I don't go investigating when the door flings itself wide open, banging roughly against the door.

"Hey, we didn't get to finish our conversation, so why don't we chat?"

I break into a run to the stairwell because this is setting off at least several red flags, very unwanted red flags might I add

I hear footsteps from behind me speed up and I speed into a run/ sprint, whichever you prefer.

I see someone who is walking to the elevators and when I get a good look at their face, I automatically feel the need to put what Yuuri taught me all those years ago to use.

I take in a deep breath, and if anyone is reading this, I apologize for the people I'm about to offend.

"Onii-san! Are you feeling kimochi now?!"

Never have I felt like cringing into a pretzel more in my life.

"Daijoubu desuka?!"

"Hai?!"

The footsteps stop and we reach the safety of the elevator and I unlatch myself from his arm.

"God, that as so fucking embarrassing!" I yell internally glaring at myself.

I turn to the man I had temporarily taken hostage and I bow repeatedly in apology.

"I'm sorry for offending you if I offended you! But I was being followed and you were the only one who was in the hallway a-and-"

"No hard feelings, just work on your Japanese a little." he says before we both step out into the lobby.

What a close call...