A/N: This is my first Yuri on Ice fanfiction. It covers heavy topics such as panic attacks, cutting and other illnesses. If this bothers you, or if you are easily influenced, please, do not read this. Other than that, all the characters are in their mid to older teens for plot convenience. Please leave a review to let me know how it is and if you want me to keep going.

- Lulu

Yuuri's world was spinning. His surroundings smelled so sterile it made him sick. The bright walls made his head throb as he made his way through the hospital halls.

"I know this is scary, but it's for the best. We aren't leaving you. We will come to visit as much as we can." His mother had assured him when she had dropped him off at the best mental health hospital in Japan. He had argued, but it only made him feel closer to panic.

"You promise you'll visit?" He asked, feeling tears threaten to emerge.

"Of course, Yuuri," His mother sealed the promise with a kiss on the forehead. "Good luck, my boy."

He was pulled from the memory by one of the doctors he was walking with, who had introduced himself as Celestino, said, "Here we are."

They were at a grey door with a name plate that read, Katsuki, as prepared for his arrival. Pushing it open, Yuuri's breathing sped a little bit at the blank, light grey walls, light blue sheets and empty wardrobe. There was a shelf on the far wall with a series of calming objects, stress balls, Slinkies and a stuffed dog. The dog looked a lot like his family pet, Victor, or Vicchan. He missed him a lot and felt a hot tear run down his cheek.

Doctor Celestino wiped it away with a soft, large hand and smiled at the boy. It was a reassuring smile that made Yuuri return, a more pained smile. He sat on the bed and held the stuffed dog in his arms lightly. "Her name is Maccachin." The doctor said, "Named by the previous owner."

"Maccachin..." Yuuri whispered, pressing his face into it. She smelled sterile, just like everything else in the building, but there was a hint of cinnamon. He breathed it in. It was nice.

The next few hours passed with nothing to note. He ate, he read a book he brought from home and took a nap. This wasn't to say the Yuuri felt at home. Far from it. The bed still felt too new and clean. The walls were too bright and he kept the light off, with only the light of the sun from the window to light the room, unless he was reading. He had met a few of the other doctors, but it seemed like Celestino was his closest doctor, the one to rush to his call and was always there when he woke.

Like most days, he had a few a panic attacks the week, but less then usual, which must have been the atmosphere. He definitely felt safe, if not comfortable. The first panic attack was difficult without his mother there.

He had woken up, after the first night there, and had no idea where he was. The walls were too bright, there's wasn't enough sound. He shot up and felt his chest tighten, his heart pound and his breathing become unsteady. The pounding of his heartbeat filled his ears.

No, no, no... he thought. He was terrified. Where was he? What was happening? He wanted to run but he body felt numb.

Every nerve buzzed and he shouted, "HELP!" At the top of his lungs. It echoed through the room and into the hall. The door opened, oh god, who is here? Yuuri's head spun and he fell back onto the bed. The person who had entered left with a glace at Yuuri and familiar, heavy steps entered. He was curled up, shaking on his bed. The sheets felt too rough to be right. He wasn't home. He needed to get home!

"Yuuri..." Celestino's voice was low, soft. It made Yuuri relax a little bit, but not much. He reached over to touch Yuuri, but was swatted away by the panicking boy. "Yuuri, I'm here if you need me. I'm here." He sat on the chair beside the bed and put a heavy glass down. Yuuri's eyes were closed, so he had no idea what it was.

Yuuri sniffed and tried to speak. It came out as a croak and he tried again, "M-Ma..." He shook and salty tears mixed with snot as he cried and tried to speak, "M-Maccachin..?"

Celestino nodded and Yuuri felt the soft body of Maccachin being lowered into his arms. He clung to the stuffed toy as if it were his lifeline. He stayed, curled into a ball, shaking and crying with Celestino sitting near him for the next... forever, it felt like.

Finally, Yuuri's body relaxed, his grip loosening around the stuffed toy's body. Celestino saw Yuuri lift his head and he gestured to a glass of water on the side table.

Yuuri nodded and moved to sit up, still shaking from the adrenaline rush, and with a shaking hand, took the glass. He held it for a while, slowly moving it to his mouth with stiff muscles. His hand shook, making it a little difficult to drink without spilling, but he controlled his body and swallowed. The cold water felt good on his parched, hot, tight throat.

A minute or so passed of drinking and breathing. Yuuri's heart was calming, beating at an almost regular pace. Eventually, he looked at Celestino and said, "Sorry..." Looking down.

The doctor stood and sat beside the boy. "There is nothing to say sorry for, Yuuri! I came to help. This is why you're here. I'm glad you're feeling better now." The boy nodded and blinked slowly, suppressing a yawn. He was tired from panicking an crying, but it was probably only early afternoon.

"Are you hungry at all?" Celestino asked. Yuuri shook his head in response and the doctor said, "Well, you shouldn't miss lunch, so... Tell me when you are hungry and I can get something." He glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost 1:30. I have something I want to show you." He stood and held a hand to Yuuri, who took it, standing on shaking legs and they walked out of the room.

Where's Celestino taking me? Yuuri wondered. They walked down the hall to an elevator and took it to the third floor. Yuuri's chest tightened, but he was holding Maccachin still, so he felt safer. The elevator opened and it seemed like they had walked into a different world.

The walls were all a light pink with soft blue light, unlike the harsh white lights of the lower hospital. The floors had a pretty white ceramic pattern, unlike the plain black flooring he was used to. It was a nice change and it lifted Yuuri's mood. A faint smile even dusted his face. Celestino lead him to a room at the end of the hall, Community Room, it read. They entered, Yuuri hiding a little bit behind his doctor.

The room was like the hallway. It was light pink with a light green blackboard at the front. A few beanbag chairs sat in the room, along with some hard chairs. The most important part of the room were the people. There were seven other people in the room.

A young adult stood with a young boy, the youngest of the group, who sat in a wheelchair. The other five were sitting on the beanbag chairs with each other. There was a dark skinned boy, about Yuuri's age, who sat on the floor, looking very interested by the tallest, oldest looking teen in the room. He had short, black hair that was gelled up a little. He was talking, waving his hands around and smiling brightly. Standing next to him, smiling and listening, was an older teen, maybe seventeen, with dirty blond hair. He was shifting in place and biting his cheek. The two who were sitting on the beanbag chairs were quieter. There was a young teen with blond hair and a streak of red in the middle. He was fiddling with his hands and quietly talking to the last person in the room. He had short black hair and was looking at his lap.

When Yuuri entered the room, the young adult saw and walked over. His short sliver hair bounced and his blue eyes sparkled. "Hello!" He greeted Yuuri. Celestino introduced him. "It's nice to meet you, Yuuri. I'm Victor Nikiforov. I run this support group." He held out his hand and Yuuri took it gently.

"N-Nice to meet you, too." That was all he could say. He was mystified by the man.

"Is this your first support group session?" The man asked. Yuuri nodded. "That's fine. Welcome! You can meet everyone here. I have some paperwork for Celestino. You can go say hi, Yuuri." He pulled out a package and went with the doctor to Victor's desk to work on those.

Yuuri walked into the middle of the room. It didn't look like the young blond boy in the wheelchair wanted to speak with anyone right now, so Yuuri went to the group.

The leader, as it seemed, the older dark-haired boy, looked as Yuuri approached and walked over, "Hey!" He beamed and took the boy's hand. "I'm Jean-Jacques. You can call me JJ!" He did a little thing with his hands, making two "j"s. He pointed at the dark-skinned boy, "This is Phichit," The blond, "This is Chris," the red streak, "This is Minami," and the last one, "And Otabek!"

Phichit stood and smiled at Yuuri, "HI."

Otabek only nodded and Minami shot a smile. While giving a smile back, Yuuri was hugged from behind. It was Chris.

"Hello, I'm Christophe. Or Chris. You are?" The group looked at him.

"I-I'm Yuuri." He said. Out of the corner of his eye, Yuuri saw that the boy in the wheelchair had turned and was watching them. It looked like he was almost glaring.

JJ laughed loudly, "Really? Guys, we have two Yuris!" He said, "The kid in the wheelchair is also named Yuri. I guess we can call him..." He thought for a moment, "Yurio!"

The blond boy moved the wheelchair quickly over to JJ and said, "That's not my name!" and threw a punch at JJ. "Don't call me that!"

Wow, Yuuri thought, This group is... something.