Howdy partners! I'm at school posting this but I finished early for you to have enough time to make the next one great! YAAAAY!

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For Yuuri, hospitals were always kind of surreal. Their floors are too shiny and their doctors too nice. Hospitals were too fake to have seen so much death and sickness in their walls. Like putting on a fake smile.

He remembers once in middle school when Nishigori had an allergic reaction to something in his lunch and had to go to the hospital. He remembers calling the ambulance when Yuko went into labor and waiting, pacing the waiting room for hours, just to hear back. But he always knew she'd be okay.

This time is different. This time, it's Victor, and he's not sure.

They were on a run. Well, Yuuri was running. Victor was on his bike. Makkachin was running alongside Yuuri, and spotted a squirrel or something. That was it. He'd darted between Yuuri's feet and Victor had yanked on his handlebars to try not to hit him. He hadn't.

Yuko is holding his hand.

He expects he should feel numb or something. That's not really true. It's more like complete, all-consuming, hot, so hot, panic. Helplessness. It's different from an anxiety attack. That's more like a tornado inside his chest. This is an ocean on his shoulders, and he's grabbing at the waves, trying to keep it balanced but it's just not working and soon enough he's just going to-

"Is anyone here for Nikiforov Victor?"

Yuuri shoots up, practically knocking the green plastic chair over in his frantic haste.

Yuuri isn't sure. He hasn't been sure since he got up off the sidewalk, scraped at best, while Victor was just laying there and not. Getting. Up.

"He's fine," the doctor is saying, and the ocean on his shoulders is evaporating.

"C- Can I see him?" Yuuri manages to choke through a windpipe that somehow seems too small.

"Are you family?"

"His fiancé."

"Okay. Follow me." The doctor swishes away. Yuko's hand slips out of his.

He follows the doctor on weak legs, past hallways that he's sure he'd seen seconds before, down too long corridors and around too many corners until they reach a door that's just like every other door on that endless, silent hallway.

Yuuri thinks superficially that he would find it ironic or tragic that such a barren door and the bland room inside houses the one and only skating legend Victor Nikiforov. He doesn't.

Yuuri doesn't really stop long enough to notice the door, or room, or doctor, as the completely unnoticed door swings open into a room that is just as likely to be there as to be a void. Yuuri doesn't care, not when Victor is there.

"We put him on painkillers," the doctor is saying, and Yuuri is hardly listening. Something about sleep. Painkillers. He's asleep. Keeping him overnight. Released soon.

There's a cast bloating his arm. Maybe it's serious, but maybe it's not. Suddenly, the ocean is dripping back onto his shoulders, and tears are dripping onto the hands clutching the metal bars caging him in.

Told you this one was going to be better. TRAGEDY STRIKES AGAIIIN!

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