💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
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even when it was only a few years ago , yuri still could not understand the overwhelming emotions that crushed his diminutive form like a TIDAL WAVE when that event had occurred .
though , he vividly remembered his hands tightly gripping his grandfather’s as he followed incessantly after the gurney rushing him to the nearest emergency room . his teeth grit , mind flashing with memories of how he had fallen , canines once or twice scraping over the skin of his lips that they bled and his lifeblood dripped from his chin .
eventually , he was restrained by nurses who murmured that he could not accompany him and that he had to wait for him in the waiting room . thru a few minutes of screaming and throwing a childish tantrum , he was forced out of the hospital entirely ( after cleaning his bloody mouth ) and was to be called on his cell of his grandfather’s status .
the next thing yuri knew , he was dialing viktor’s cell despite it being quite late at night . ( it wouldn’t be a problem as others would think . both of them shared the habit of spending excessive time perfecting routines . )
viktor answers almost right away , an energetic voice speaking thru the receivers --- ‘ YURA ?? is that you ?? i though you were taking the rest of the time off to be with your grandpa -- ‘
‘ viktor , VIKTOR , he fell and i had to be at t - the hospital and i - i ... ?? ‘
‘ oh my god , ‘ yuri hears viktor swear colorfully in russian and hears skates clashing with ground . viktor is heaving into the phone and it takes yuri a moment to realize that hes getting out of the rink . ’ i’ll be right there , okay , yuri ?? what hospital are you at ?? where are you ?? ‘ yuri manages to provide an accurate address and description of area before viktor hangs up .
he doesn’t know how long he has been sitting outside . having been born in snowy russia in a desolate apartment with poor conditions had made him immune to breeze that would constantly pass by . drowning in critically mentally attacking himself for not being there to catch his grandfather where he fell , he doesn’t notice when viktor’s car pulls up in the lot and viktor is rushing to his sitting form .
’ yuri , yura , i got here the fastest i could . is he already inside ?? ‘ viktor is hurriedly asking , a hand moving to tug his wrist so he was dragging him off the bench .
’ ye - yeah ... ‘ yuri confirms , annoyed but allowing himself to be dragged like a doll back inside the hospital where it was warmer than the outside . viktor pauses in the middle of the entrance , whirling around and capturing yuri in a tight hug that nearly lifted him off the ground . after a few awkward minutes , viktor pulls away with his hands on his shoulders , a proud smile on his lips --
‘ you did good to get him to the hospital . they’re going to do the best they can . everything will be OKAY . ‘ viktor reassures , voice soft before placing a small kiss on the teenager’s forehead , his long tresses brushing his cheeks with butterfly kisses of their own . the fear and anxiety running thru his veins clears and he is less shaky than before .
it was a wonder how viktor nikiforov could dissipate one’s fear so easily .
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