Yuri doesn't remember much from before the fall. He remembers being happy and loved, but not much other than that. He has to think hard and reflect in order to remember that much at all. The first solid memory he has is of the fall itself. Feeling his body twist in the air and his wings not working quite right. Most likely because in the moments where the wind grabs at him as gravity pulls him to the Earth he doesn't remember how to use them to begin with. They end up as useless as his arms are at keeping him in the sky.
He remembers the impact as well. As much as he wishes he could forget it. The bone shattering impact as his delicate body hits the dirt. He's sure many bones are broken as he lays there, unable to find a reason to move or get up, his mind only able to focus on the agonizing pain that radiates through his spine. Every nerve in his body seems to hum from the shock of the impact. It feels like an eternity passes by before the world finally goes dark and he can embrace the dark comfort of unconsciousness. In reality it only takes a few minutes for his body to burn through his adrenaline enough to let the wounds overcome him.
He doesn't feel the urgency he should to get up and begin running from whatever caused his fall to begin with. He'll regret this immensely when it catches up to him.
Otabek Altin is just arriving home from work when he hears a strange crash in the woods behind his small home. He assumes it's nothing as he goes about showering and changing out of his work clothes to change into something more casual. He feels a strange urge that he needs to go see what it was though. As much as he'd rather not go hiking through the woods in the dark, the constant thoughts that seem to force their way into his head convince him to go.
He grabs a flashlight and pulls on a thick coat before he makes his way out into the snow. He doesn't have to trek far before he finds the source of impact. He's never been one for religion, yet he can't deny what the creature in front of him is.
He frowns to himself as he tries to rationalize the best way to handle this situation. Before him lays what he could only describe as an angel. A being more beautiful than he has ever encountered before in his life. Soft blonde hair frames such a delicate and lovely face that somehow still manages to be attractive despite the grimace of pain etched into it. He can't see much of the body with the baggy white robes that clothe the celestial being, which is for the best since the injuries below would only cause a larger shock factor to what is already incredibly surprising and unexpected.
The most stunning feature that Otabek can't seem to take his eyes off of are the large white wings that lay sprawled out under the angel that nearly blend into the pure white snow beneath him.
Otabek has to take a deep breath to gain the courage he needs to pick up the delicate figure. He knows as soon as the angel is in his arms that his injuries are incredibly severe. His basic knowledge of first aid doesn't come in until that moment he has him in his arms, realizing that he shouldn't have moved him at all. It's too late though, and he knows that he can't leave the angel in the snow while he returns home to call for emergency help. Not to mention the fact that he hasn't had the understanding that angels exist means that handing this beautiful creature over to a hospital could mean more harm than good.
He knows the science profession is rather eager when it comes to new discovers, and he assumes the blonde in his arms would likely not be well treated. He carefully carries the angel home, walking carefully to make sure he doesn't step on the large wings that drag along the ground as he walks.
As soon as he makes it inside he lays the angel carefully in his bed, knowing he needs to get the small blonde warm quickly. It would be no good if the angel died of hypothermia before Otabek has a chance to assess his wounds. He immediately throws his spare blankets in the small clothes dryer he has to warm them up and quickly turns up the heat. He knows both will take a while to get to the point that the angel will actually benefit though. Seeing no other alternative and not wanting to see this beautiful creature turn into a corpse in his bed he does the only other thing that comes to mind.
He tries not to think about it too much as he strips down to his underwear and lays next to the broken body, hesitantly removing a few layers of white robes until the angel is left in his own undergarments.
Otabek does his best not to jostle the angel too much as he lays close, hoping his warmth will suffice for now. At least until the blankets are warmed enough in the dryer to be useful.
He tries not to stare at the bare creamy skin of the mostly bare angel beside him, though can't help it. He can clearly see the horrific bruises that cover most of the being's body, but can't pull his eyes away as he watches the bruises shift from black to dark purple to blue to green then to yellow before blending into his natural creamy pale skin tone. Watching his body change colors and heal right before his eyes was almost as mesmerizing as watching the aurora borealis. It also gives him a sense of relief, knowing that medical intervention most likely won't be necessary if his body can repair itself in such a fashion.
He watches quietly, studying every feature of the beautiful angel, praying to whatever higher being that had created this delicate being that the angel won't wake up during this time while he is laying with him almost nude.
Luckily the deity must have been listening, because the angel remains unmoving until the dryer alerts the otherwise quiet house of the cycle being finished.
Otabek carefully gets up and collects the now warm blankets and carefully tucks them around the angel, making sure he is comfortable before he takes the white robes he had removed from the angel's body and folds them on the bed next to their owner.
At this point he's too nervous to sleep, despite the fact that it's late and he has work in the morning. A part of him already knows that he's going to have to call in. He can't leave the man in his bed alone. He doesn't even know him. While he doubts the angel would do anything destructive, he doesn't want the delicate being to leave in the state he's in. At least not until Otabek is sure that the angel fully recovered and has the means of returning to where it is he came from.
Otabek sits in a chair beside the bed quietly, pulling out his laptop to do some research on angels. Since he know has one he figures he should find any literature he can that can provide information he might need. He'll need to know what to feed him after all. He gets to studying diligently and taking notes on what he deems might be important, casting glances to the angel often. To make sure he doesn't get any worse through the night.
Otabek had never had to take care of another creature other than perhaps some small rodent pet that he had been gifted when he was younger. He hadn't been terribly good at it either. The poor creature didn't even survive a month. While he understands the angel in his bed is in no way a pet and is actually, in fact, a person with feelings and thoughts as valid as his own, he feels nervous about the fact that he doesn't know how to help. He feels drawn to this beautiful winged man and wants to do what he can to make sure he recovers fully. That he survives and Otabek can possibly have the chance to know him.
Through this the angel doesn't move, remaining in the bed unaware of his near nudity or the dark haired stranger who was anxious over his wellbeing. He remains in his comfortable darkness a few hours more.