It has been a week since Yuuri and Viktor's last session. Yuuri was sitting in his room, he was getting anxious about not having a session. Questions were forming in his head, the typical 'what if' questions.

What if he is planning to switch me to a new therapist?

What if he doesn't like me and doesn't want to help me?

What if I never get better?

What if…

What if…

With his back against the head board, he pulled his knees to his chest and rocked on his haunches. He could feel the panic start to rise from his belly and spread upwards. The dark shadow was slowly creeping up behind him. Yuuri sprung out of bed and rushed over to his cupboard, he grabbed his music player. He assumed his previous sitting position and shoved his headphones in his ears. Trying desperately to keep that shadow from embracing him. Fumbling through his music, he found what he was looking for.

The song was titled History Maker. He planned to do a routine with this song, since the first time he heard it, but was never confident enough to bring it to his coach. He closed his eyes and let the music take over his body. The image of his routine he has been planning pressed against his eyes. The panic was settling, and the shadow was slowly retreating. Once the song ended, Yuuri hit play again, and again, and again.

Viktor sat in his office mulling over his schedule and his patient workload. His eyes were drawn towards a certain name. He's been avoiding the man behind the name. He knew it was unethical to ignore the patient, he was a professional and there to help in his recovery. But there was something about Yuuri Katsuki that scared Viktor. He had never touched a patient, ever, in all his years of working. He also never had a crush on a patient either.

A crush? What am I, twelve years old? He is good-looking that's for sure, and adorable, and sexy, and…

GAH!

That's still no reason not to help him and do my job. I've met plenty of attractive people, but none of them affect me like he does. I just have to be more cautious, that's all.

Sounding unsure of himself, he turned back to his schedule shining on his computer screen and booked in a time slot to see Yuuri for the next day.

Otabek knocked a few times on Yuuri's door but was greeted with silence. He took out his keys and unlocked the door. Yuuri was sitting on his bed with his knees drawn up, his head resting on them with his eyes closed, and a peaceful look on his face. Otabek then noticed the headphone wire coming together below his chin and connected to a music player that laid beside him.

I think this is the first time I've seen him without some worried or scared look on his face. He looks almost… happy.

Deciding how to approach Yuuri without scaring him, was the next question he asked himself. He decided there was no way, so Otabek walked over and pulled a headphone out of his ear. With a yelp, Yuuri jumped off the bed and nearly fell to the floor.

"Sorry Yuuri, I didn't mean to scare you, I've been trying to get your attention." Otabek said with a chuckle. Yuuri clasped his chest, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of it.

"I'm sorry, I should have had the volume down lower."

"No need to apologise Yuuri. You looked relaxed, I feel terrible for disturbing you now."

Yuuri nodded his head and looked down at his lap with embarrassment. "I was thinking about my skating routine I've been wanting to do."

"Oh? You figure skate? Competitively?"

"I did." Yuuri's shoulder's slumped and his voice held sorrow.

Understanding where Yuuri's sorrow was deriving from, he tried his best to comfort the man. "You will again Yuuri, don't let being here stop you. This isn't forever. Life doesn't stop just because you're here." Yuuri looked up Otabek with tears in his eyes and nodded.

He's right, this isn't forever and the sooner I am out of here the sooner I can be on the ice again.

Yuuri's chest started to fill with some hope, something he hasn't felt in a long time.

"The reason I came here, is to tell you that Viktor emailed me and booked you in for a session with him tomorrow at 11:00."

That little light of hope started to get a bit brighter. "Great. Thank you."

Sara came barging in Yuuri's room, making both men startle. "Otabek! There you are! We need your help. Yuri is throwing a fit in the day area again and won't talk to anyone. We don't want to have to call a code on him to sedate and restrain him. For some reason he only listens to you." Yuuri of course knew the answer as to why he only listens to Otabek but kept that information to himself.

Otabek sighed. "Alright. Duty calls, see ya Yuuri." He hurried off to calm the fire that was burning in Yuri. Figuring it was probably safest in his room, Yuuri put his headphones back in his ears and perused his playlist.

Yuuri walked into the single therapy room and was surprised to see Viktor already in there waiting for him. Viktor stood up when Yuuri walked in and sat back down when he did.

"Hi Yuuri, how are you feeling today? I'm sorry its been a while since our last session. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off the last time." Yuuri slumped in his chair, remembering they were talking about the panic attack he had last week before dinner. He didn't see what the big deal was, he gets them all the time.

"Mhm, that's fine." Yuuri lied.

"Good. The last thing we spoke about was the panic attack that happened before dinner a week ago. We were making good progress with that. You told me that your room is the only safe place for you here, and that no one can hurt you while you are there, and not in a physical sense. Is it just this environment that you are in right now that made you feel this way or in your own environment as well?"

"Umm… uhh…" Yuuri paused and thought about all the other times he had panic attacks, when and where he was when he had them. "…I-It's all the time I feel that way. When I go out, when I'm skating or dancing, and when I go to school."

"Hmm ok." Viktor wrote some notes down, which was making Yuuri feel a little uncomfortable. As he was taking down his notes, Yuuri made some of his own notes in his head. He noticed Viktor was a bit stiffer than the other times, colder even, like he is trying to keep at a distance. This made Yuuri feel even more uncomfortable. Yuuri pulled his knees up to his chest for protection, he didn't like this Viktor. He wrapped his arms around his knees so tightly, like he was trying to get his legs in his torso.

Viktor noted the position Yuuri took and started to worry if this was a sign that he was getting anxious. He didn't want him to feel that way, he wanted him to feel safe. His heart shattering at the thought he was doing this to Yuuri.

"Can you remember what you think about before you have a panic attack, Yuuri?"

Yuuri didn't answer, he didn't even look at Viktor. He was too lost in his thoughts as they were racing in his head. He was too busy worrying about how he made Viktor feel uneasy in his presence after last week.

Great, I made another person feel uncomfortable. I just had to go and talk, and now he doesn't even want to be around me. He's only here because of his job. I knew I couldn't trust him, he doesn't care. He just judges me like the rest.

Yuuri started to rock back and forth on his haunches. His body felt hot and cold at the same time. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. His body shook uncontrollably. The dark looming shadow burst out behind him and smothered him completely. He felt like he couldn't breathe, as hard as he tried, he couldn't get lungful of air. His eyes were wide and wild, but he couldn't see anything clearly. It was dark, cold, and silent.

Viktor rushed over to Yuuri, trying to somehow help him. "Yuuri, breathe. Just look at me…" Yuuri heard nothing of what he was saying over the pounding of his own heart. Viktor reached out and stroked his head, and the dark shadow quaked in reply. Viktor kept talking comforting words to Yuuri, while touching him. What felt like a light was being shone on the shadow. With each touch and each word made that light shine brighter making the shadow retreat to its depths of his mind. Yuuri could hear something, but it was his vision that came back first. He saw Viktor kneeling in front of him with a worried look his face. He noticed he was holding one of his hands and the other was stroking his hair and face, wiping away the tears he didn't know he was shedding. Lastly, he heard what Viktor was saying.

"Breathe with me Yuuri, that's right come back to me. Focus on me. I'm not going to let you go." Yuuri focused on Viktor's eyes, swimming in that sea. He mimicked Viktor's deep breaths. He focused on the sensation of Viktor's warm hand in his. He didn't want to let go of that warmth. He moved it closer to his chest.

Viktor could feel Yuuri's body relax and return to normal with each deep breath. "Better?" Viktor asked in a low, almost whispered voice. Yuuri nodded his response without taking his eyes off the turquoise sea. Without letting go of that warmth he moved his legs down to either side of Viktor. Still kneeling on the floor, Viktor moved in closer and with his free hand wiped away the remaining tears on Yuuri's face. Subconsciously, or consciously, he didn't know which, Yuuri responded and leaned in closer. Their faces a few inches apart. Viktor made a quick glance down to the other's lips, and then licked his own. Yuuri felt a blush spread on his cheeks. His breath hitched, and a shiver ran down his body when he saw this. The response crazed Viktor, and he leaned in a little closer, craving to see that response again. Desire spread throughout his whole body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Oi! Its my time now! Get the fuck out!"

Both men recoiled from each other. Viktor stood up quickly and cleared his throat, "I guess I lost track time again." Scratching at the back of his head, a small chuckle escaped his lips. Silently, he was cursing himself for getting too close to Yuuri again. He completely forgot himself and almost let it go too far.

Yuuri nodded and scrambled to get up from the couch, his knees weak. He was amazed he made it to the door. He turned his head slightly and mumbled a 'thanks' before leaving. He brushed past the patient that interrupted them and dashed back to his room.

Yuuri was in the computer room, trying to occupy himself. It was better than sitting in his room raking his brain over the almost kiss he shared with Viktor earlier that day. He couldn't understand why he felt that way when he got close to him, he feared he would never understand. He still couldn't figure out if he could trust him yet or not, one-minute Viktor was acting cold and distant, the next he was warm and gentle. So, there he was trying to take his mind off it, attempting to email his sister. She emailed him a reply from his last email. She promised she would visit soon, and that she missed him.

All was quiet, which Yuuri was enjoying, when the other Yuri barged in. He stopped in his tracks for a second noticing Yuuri, then continued walking to the end of the row of computers. Yuuri decided to ignore him so he would hopefully leave him alone.

After 15 minutes of silence between the two men, minus the sound of the occasional tapping of the computer keys. Yuri spoke up, "Oi, I never said thank you for last week. So… umm… thanks." Yuri mumbled the last part.

"Oh! T-That's no problem, you were in a bad spot and needed a shoulder to cry on." Yuuri waved his hands back and forth.

"I don't mean just that, pig. I mean about Otabek and I, and don't play stupid and say you didn't see anything, cause I know you did. You didn't say anything to anyone and you could have, especially how I've treated you."

"It's not my place to say anything. I mean we are not friends or anything, and yes you haven't been nice to me per se, so I could if I wanted to say something. But, I know from being in this place for a week now, everyone has their own issues they are dealing with, I don't need to add to mine right now."

"Well, whatever your reasons are, thanks."

After a minute or two of trying to gather up the courage, Yuuri asked quietly, "May I ask you a question? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"What?" Yuri spat.

"Umm... D-D-Did you meet Otabek here, or did you know him from before?"

"Why do you want to know? Got a crush on one of the nurses? It's Sara isn't it?" Yuri teased.

"No, no, no! I-I'm just curious." Yuuri started getting frantic, waving his arms around.

"Relax will ya? I met Beka here, I've been in this fucking place a few months, and we hit it off. Of course, cause its not allowed, it adds a slice of excitement to it." Yuri replied with a wink.

"Y-Y-You don't think its wrong?" Yuuri looked away from him. He knew the question sounded bad, but he wanted to know if the feelings he felt for his therapist earlier were wrong.

"What the fuck are you saying?! He's not just some guy that I fuck around with, trying to get extra snacks and privileges. Who the fuck do you think I am, some type of slut?" Yuri stood up suddenly, making his chair fall backwards, crashing to the floor. His hands turned into fists.

Yuuri's eyes went wide in fear. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I'm not judging you. I didn't mean it. I-I was just…" Yuuri couldn't tell him why he wanted to know, that would make him reveal his secret. He scrambled his brain for a cover, "…I just wanted to know your opinion on it, since everyone would think the relationship is inappropriate, if you thought the same thing." Yuuri bowed in an apology. He held in his breathe waiting for the blow.

"Why would I think its inappropriate? Who the fuck cares what other people think. If I had it my way I would be fucking him in front of everyone any chance I got. Showing off to everyone that he is mine. But I can't have it my way. I care about Beka, I wouldn't want him to lose his job." Yuri picked up his chair and sat back down, turning back to the computer.

"Thanks." Yuuri mumbled.

"Yeah, whatever." Yuri rested his head in his hand and continued scrolling through the computer.

A nurse walked in. "Everything ok in here?" Both responded with a yes, albeit Yuuri's was a little more panicky, than Yuri's own bored response. "Do any of you boys want to go see a movie? It's the Friday night movie in the lecture theatre upstairs."

"Who's going?" Yuri asked.

"Myself and Otabek are taking a group with us."

"I'll pass this time. Thanks." Yuuri replied shyly. He knew he should go, he really needed to distract himself and get his mind off Viktor. But he just couldn't.

"Yeah, I'll come." Yuri closed his browser windows and followed the nurse out of the room.

Yuuri finished his email, when the door opened again.

"Hey Yuuri!" He recognized that voice, his eyes widened, and his heart started racing at the sound of it. He slowly turned around in his chair. Viktor was leaning against the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, with his toe down, and his arms crossed over his chest.

"V-Viktor!" Yuuri was still stunned, his mouth stayed open, but no other words would come out.

Viktor chuckled. "It's my night to work the evening tonight. I heard you refused to go to see the movies. You haven't been off this unit in over a week. You're going."

"B-But… But…" Yuuri stammered.

"Come on. This will be good for you, part of your recovery." Viktor reached out and pulled Yuuri out of his seat by his hands. Yuuri could feel the warmth spread up from his hands to the rest of his body. Viktor didn't let them go, instead he stepped in closer to Yuuri, he looked in his chocolate coloured eyes. "I'll be there with you, I won't leave your side. I promise. If you get to anxious, just let me know and we can leave." Viktor said lowly, grabbing onto Yuuri's chin, his thumb brushing against his bottom lip.

Yuuri nodded, "O-okay." He was able to squeak out. Viktor grinned, his eyes sparkling with joy. He pulled Yuuri towards the door, and only when they left the room was when Viktor let go of Yuuri's other hand. Feeling the warmth leave.