❄ ⏩ @eternallives II Continued II Verse: I found peace in your violence
Yuuri had just finished his free skate, feeling confidant that this time around he was finally going to beet Yuri to the gold. They had a bet going of sorts, but then again the two always got so competitive, despite the fact that they were dating. As soon as he was out of the kiss and cry, he headed to the locker room to get his skates off, so he could hurry and catch at least some of Yuri’s free skate.
He had managed to make it out just in time to catch the second half, deciding to just stand in one of the aisles afraid that if he turned away to find a seat that he would miss something. Then it happened.. Yurio went up for a jump, it seemed flawless like they always do.. but when he came back down, something went horribly wrong. The sickening sound of the other falling to the ice could be heard over the music playing on the speaker system, then came the screams.
Yuuri felt like he had been frozen in place, he couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there and watch as the medics rushed out to the ice, and eventually he was carried off. He stared at the spot on the ice where Yuri had fallen. He could hear a ringing in his ears, and the closing of his airways as it suddenly became so difficult to breathe. A panic attack.
Thankfully Viktor had found him just in time, got him out of the public eye and somewhere private. It felt like an eternity, he wanted to know where Yuri was, and whether or not he was okay, but Vitkor was trying to get him to focus on himself first, to calm down. Which honestly was just absurd in his opinion, How could he just calm down?! But eventually he did. He had tried to go see Yuri at the hospital, called him more times than he could count. Yet he got nothing.
He had gotten the news from Yakov, that Yuri had suffered a broken leg and ankle, the doctors unsure if he would ever be able to skate again. It had been a hard blow to deal with, but all the while all he could think about was Yuri, and how he had to be handling the news. More calls were made, so many long voicemails, babbling and panicking, occasionally pleading for the other to call him back.. or at the very least text him.
Eventually he had pried the number for Yuri’s grandfather out of Yakov, and he had to go through the awkward introductions over the phone. However his concern for his boyfriend managed to help him get over any social anxiety he might have about it. Eventually it got to the point where he was calling the elderly man every day just to check up on Yuri. It was the only think he could do since Yuri still wasn’t taking any of his calls.
His own competitions had long since been forgotten about. He had tried to continue to skate, trying to take Viktor’s advice that it would be a good distraction.. and that Yuri would eventually come around. But it didn’t feel right to skate while the other wasn’t there, to know that Yuri was suffering alone.. it had effected his score and so his skating season came to an abrupt end as well, which was fine by him.
It had been months at this point, and despite the fact that he hadn’t heard from his own boyfriend once in all this time.. he wasn’t angry at him. Sure he wanted to be, but all things considered.. knowing how the other thought? he couldn’t bring himself to hold a spark of rage. Instead he just found himself worrying all the more. Eventually Yuri’s grandfather told Yuuri that he just needed to come to Moscow, that Yuri needed to see him.
Yuuri had been unsure at first, but he eventually agreed and booked a flight. Thankfully he already had a Visa since his home rink had been moved to Saint Petersburg to make it easier for Viktor to continue to be his coach. When he got there, he thanked Yuri’s grandfather for putting up with his calls and he was pointed in the direction of Yuri’s room and told that the older man would be leaving to run some errands.
He found himself standing outside that door for longer than he cared to admit, almost afraid to just knock on the door and go inside. He was sure that Yuri was going to be mad at him for just showing up unannounced, but he had been so damn worried.. and so was Yuri’s grandfather. Eventually he took a deep breath, knocking before letting himself in. However nothing could mentally prepare him for the sight of the other sitting in a wheelchair at his desk.
There was a pang to his heart as he just stood there for a long moment, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. He stood there holding a get well gift of sorts, something silly really now that he thought about it. Yuuri eventually got himself to move closer, closing the gap between them. Once he was close enough, he placed the lion jacket he had bought for him down on the desk in front of Yurio.
Despite wanting to say something, he decided against it. Instead he moved to stand behind the wheelchair, leaning down and just wrapping his arms around the other’s shoulders. He squeezed as tight as he could in the awkward position, and moved to rest his head on top of Yurio’s hooded one. There wasn’t really anything he could say, Yuri didn’t need his pity, or useless words of encouragement and promises of a future that may never come. But what he could do, was be there for the other, whether he wanted it or not.
