It seemed to last forever; the darkness and the cold before finally he was able to resurface. It took him a moment to realize that not only was he being pulled out from the lake, but Yurio had been the one to go in after him.
He coughed and breathed in as much of the welcoming oxygen he could before dazedly searching for the Russian.
On closer inspection, the blonde wasn't wearing his signature jacket and was just a foot apart from Yuuri. His body hurt terribly and his teeth chattered at an undeniable level.
Unexpectedly, Yurio stripped Yuuri of his soaked jacket, wrapping his own around the raven's frail shoulders. He would've questioned his actions if he weren't so thankful.
His eyes were swiftly becoming heavy, but his name being called kept him coherent.
"Hey, Yuuri, you need to stay up."
His eyes drifted again before his head was held from behind. He was forced to look at the blonde.
"I'm calling Viktor, I can't carry you home alone."
Thankfully, the hand remained there. It felt comfortable but firm enough to keep his eyes open.
Yurio had took the phone from the jacket currently wrapped around Yuuri and rapidly dialed the familiar number.
"Hi, hi." The friendly voice on the other line sounded.
"Viktor, no time to explain- Yuuri, stay awake, would you?"
He hadn't realized he had been falling asleep and jerked awake with a start.
"What's wrong?" Viktor asked. The phone had been turned on speaker as Yurio set the phone on the ground. He reached forward and zipped up the jacket to keep Yuuri's shudders at bay. "Yuuri, describe everything you see. Tell me what everything looks like, every single detail."
Yuuri stared in confusion, but followed the younger's instructions. "O-okay." His shuddering was getting far worse what with the snow on his face, below him, and iced water dripping down his face and along his clothes. "I-I s-see...street lamp...b-bright. Yellow light."
"Good, keep going."
Yuuri continued to describe the buildings and the trees and the glittering lights of far off shops in the distance.
Viktor spoke up again, his voice becoming panicked. "Yurio, what's wrong with Yuuri? Yuuri are you okay?"
"He needs some help. He fell in a lake and we need to get him warm. Hurry and get here, I can't carry him myself."
"Right. Stay on the phone, I'll be there."
"T-the shop down the r-road...a bakery...warm... bread. Sounds s-so g-good..." Yuuri felt so weak. Just talking felt far worse than any training he had gone through. He wanted a warm bed, a pillow, a bowl of Pork cutlet would be nice too. Viktor would be nice. If he lay with him, held him. Oh, he missed the blue-eyes Russian.
He needed Viktor.
"Yuuri." Said Russian spoke over the phone, the sound of desperate shuffling clearly audible along with the banging of a door. "Yuuri, are you alright?"
He didn't answer immediately. His mouth too dry to move now. He swallowed, desperate to find words. "V-Viktor...hi..."
"Hello, Yuuri. I'll be there as soon as possible. Stay awake. Don't sleep."
Yurio pulled Yuuri against his shoulder in an attempt to offer warmth. "I've been telling him that the whole time."
Viktor continued. "Yuuri."
"Hm."
"Yuuri, talk to me. Anything. Talk about anything. Let's talk about skating."
"Skating?" The raven questioned.
"Yes. Talk about your theme."
"T-theme... love...I l-love many things...lots of...things..." He wasn't even aware of what he was saying anymore. It felt strange to talk when it hurt so much. His breathing had become erratic at some point and he only realized now.
"What do you love most?" Viktor suddenly asked.
"I-..." he coughed in a horrible manner before replying. "V-Viktor...I love...Viktor most. Hurry, please..."
"I-i'm hurrying." The Russian's voice cracked considerably.
An awkward silence followed buy was quickly dispelled by Yurio's whispered words. His face close enough to Yuuri so that he was the only one to hear his words. "Viktor is coming. He loves you, he'll be here soon. You need to breath, Yuuri. In and out."
He tried. He exhaled shakily before inhaling and continuing as balanced as possible.
He got an approving squeeze at the shoulder.
Viktor's voice suddenly spoke. "Alright, I'm in my car, what's the address?"
Yurio glanced around at the streets before successfully relaying a string of numbers.
"I'll be there. Yuuri, you still awake?"
"Ye-"
"Of course he's awake!" The blonde rubbed the other's shoulders in a comforting motion. "I know what to do, okay? I'm not stupid."
"Right."
The sound of a car engine roared to life before tires tore down a cobbled path from what Yuuri could hear. It was a strangely comforting sound knowing it was Viktor rushing to get to them.
He couldn't help but smile just a bit.
Viktor continued to talk, though it was hard for Yuuri to actually understand any of the words he was saying. His had swam and the chills wracking his body felt horrible. Just the sudden thought of falling asleep though, the random image of never waking up scared him terribly. Yuuri wasn't sure why exactly the mental image had popped into his head. It was rare for him to become so full of anxiety that something as such occurred, but once it did, he had no control.
His breathing had once again begun to ache throughout his chest. His heart constricted and his eyes burned.
His fear was clearly palpable considering the blonde beside him vigorously rubbing his shoulders to stimulate warmth back into the older's body.
The only thing Yuuri begged for most was Viktor's presence before his body gave out.
I forgot to mention this before guys, this will be a short fanfic, but I do plan on working on it with as much enthusiasm as possible.
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I will update as soon as possible XD
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