Yuuri didn't remember how he reached home. He remember Victor shouted at him, Chris calling him, Anya cursing, the door slammed.. Then everything was a blur.

He wiped the droplets of sweats on his face.

Did I run?

Or was it tears?

Yuuri couldn't remember. His hand clutched on his heart. Pain.

Why am I so stupid?

How did I forget the fact he wore a ring?

Of course, of course it was an engagement ring! It was so obvious!

Yuuri remember how the same silver band encircled Anya's finger.

They are perfect together. They're handsome, pretty, so beautiful together!

What am I?

Why would for a second I thought Victor want to do anything with me? I'm not worth it.

Yuuri curled himself at the farthest edge of his room, away from the door. He pulled his hair, something that became a habit for him once his anxiety strikes again.

He cried again, ignoring the buzz on his phone - Chris calling him, probably wanted to check if everything was ok. Probably by now CHris would knew that Yuuri had a feeling for Victor, more than a friend.

Then Yuuri remembered, how Victor looked at him when Anya revealed she was his fiancee, pained, but there wasn't any trace of shock could be seen on his face.

He knew. Of course he knew.

Was it because of that that he slightly changed?

Was it that that made Victor spend more time at the hospital?

Did he remember everything after all?

Did he played with me all this time?

Yuuri laughed, for the fact that even for a second he believed at someone. He had been hurt countless time, so why would this time be any different?

"Yuuri," he flinched at the sweet velvety voice calling his name full of concern.

Stop.

Don't get close to me.

No.

Don't hurt me anymore than this.

"Yuuri," the voice called again. This time he could feel the warmth seeping from his arm.

"You knew," was all that Yuuri could managed to say in between the sobs. He believed that his voice would be similar to that of a dying dolphin, not that he got anything against dolphin, dolphins are cute.

Victor didn't answer. The silence was eating Yuuri up. He started pulling his hair again.

"Yuuri, stop. Don't hurt yourself," the voice said again.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Why would you care at all?" Yuuri finally raised his face, glaring at Victor for a second only to melt at those blue orbs, so he averted his gaze somewhere else.

"Because I love you. Of course I care about you," Victor smiled sadly.

"Don't- Just don't lie about that. You have such a beautiful fiancee. You knew you had. That's why you've been distancing yourself. Isn't it?"

"Yuuri, no-"

"So you realized you loved her, that your feelings for me was just because of the moment, so when you woke up, you'll leave me. I mean, it's okay, I can't force you to stay. I'll be okay."

"Yuu-"

"I know, I know I was stupid for accepting you, for even trusting a stranger I just met. Maybe my feeling is also just a fluke of the moment, maybe it'll fade soon, I don't know. I promise I'll leave after you wake up, it will be like before, like you never known me at all. I'm just a stranger who happened to be helping you, someone you won't even remember. It's okay, I'm okay. You should just go back to Anya and I'll disappear from your life. Maybe I should just di-"

"KATSUKI YUURI!" Yuuri flinched. It was the first time since the day they met that Victor shouted at him, angry.

"You listen to me first! And don't you dare finish that sentence!" Victor hissed.

It was the unknown side of Victor that Yuuri faced. Even his voice was more than enough to make Yuuri finally looked at Victor in the eyes. But Victor also didn't know that Yuuri could be really, really stubborn.

"What? Why should I listen to you? Why should I listen to you at all? Who are you to me? We haven't even started anything! I'M NOBODY COMPARED TO HER!" Yuuri screamed, letting out his rage and frustration.

"YOU'RE THE ONE I LOVE!" Victor screamed back, making Yuuri closed his mouth for once. "Please, Yuuri. Don't say that we haven't started anything. We have. You said you're willing to try. I promised you forever, didn't I?" Victor's voice broke as if he was crying.

"T-then why? Why didn't you tell me anything?" Yuuri finally asked.

"I was thinking how I would tell her when I woke up that I want to end the engagement. That I love someone else, but I don't want to make it as if you're taking me away from her. I don't want you to be the bad person. And I don't know how to tell you either, like 'Hey, Yuuri, I found out I got a fiancee but I'm leaving her because I love you'. That would be really awkward, wouldn't it?" Victor caressed Yuuri's cheek, cupping his face in his hands. Yuuri finally let him touched him.

"I know how soft you are, Yuuri. You'll feel guilty if I tell you that. But I was stupid. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hide this from you. Sorry. Will you forgive me?" Victor gave him a smile, a sad, sad smile that made Yuuri's eyes overflowing with tears.

You're not supposed to apologize to me. Why are you apologizing?

"Ssh.. Yuuri. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you, and I'm sorry for shouting at you. Forgive me?" Victor hugged Yuuri close, but even with the invisible gap between them, he could feel the warmth that Victor gave him. Yuuri nodded, still crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Victor," Yuuri cried.

Thank you..

"It's okay. It's not your fault, Yuuri. Now, would you accept Chris' call? Your phone has been buzzing for a while now and he was really worried when you suddenly left the hospital," Victor said softly, soothing Yuuri. Yuuri nodded and took his buzzing phone. It was a message.

Yuuri, are you okay? Please come to the hospital. I need to talk to you.

-Chris

Yuuri searched again for the calming blue orbs that belong to Victor, who nodded in encouragement.

"Talk to him. I have a feeling he'll tell you what even I don't know. I knew about the fiancee stuffs because he was talking to me when he visited. Sometimes he just sit and watch me," Victor smiled sadly. Without Victor telling him, Yuuri knew that Victor had grown fond of Chris, despite not remembering anything about himself.

"Okay," Yuuri said as he typed his reply. He set the meeting at dinner time, knowing fully well that he needed some time for himself, and some time to heal his puffy eyes as well. Chris replied came almost immediately, telling him that Anya had left and Chris will be waiting in Victor's room by dinner time. Yuuri offered to bring food, which Chris gladly accept.

The time passed by quickly with his usual playlist and a cold compress on his eyes. Victor accompanied him the whole time, never leaving his side, sometimes whispering sweet words or a simple I love you, which Yuuri appreciated.

It was almost dinner time so he quickly took a bath and changed his clothes. He considered what to bring for Chris at the hospital, but with the amount he had for himself, a burger set from McDonalds would have to suffice, since he was too lazy to cook for that day.

Chris was already waiting by the time Yuuri arrived in the hospital. The nurse seemed to notice him and let him pass – Chris must have given them a note that Yuuri would be his guest – and Yuuri appreciate the lack of security since he wasn't in the mood for trouble. What Yuuri first noticed was the blue rose arrangement that he brought this morning was back in the vase.

"Hey, Yuuri," Chris said, looking tired from the hard work of the day.

"How's your day?"

"Would be perfect if only Anya didn't come. That bitch only brought trouble whenever she come." Chris answered and patted the seat next to him in the couch. Victor urged him to go as he took his usual spot by the window. Makkachin followed the Russian spirit and curled near Victor, leaving the couch area empty for Yuuri and Chris.

Yuuri sat down and offered Chris one of the McDonalds' paper bag he brought. "Got you McChicken set, I hope you don't mind. Sorry if you turned out to be some health freak that doesn't want to consume junk food."

Chris laughed, obviously amused. "No, I actually quite enjoy eating junk food. But please don't let this information leak, my patients will judge me. Thanks, Yuuri." He said as he accepted the paper bag and start munching the french fries. Yuuri had always thought that McDonalds' french fries were killer, so he always made sure to get the large meal set whenever he ordered anything from them.

"So? What are you going to tell me?" Yuuri take out his burger and start eating them. Unlike Chris, he preferred to enjoy the potatoes for the later. Save the best for the last, was it?

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong. And I want you to be really really honest with me. Do you like Victor?" Chris asked carefully.

Yuuri didn't answer, but he stopped munching his burger. He had expected this question but he didn't expect Chris to be so upfront about it.

"And with like, I mean romantically," Chris added as he hear no response from the Japanese.

Yuuri just blushed at the question, which seemed to be enough answer for Chris, who just smiled at Yuuri.

"I wonder why Victor never told me about you. You're a good match for him. I can see you care for him," Chris smiled.

That's because I just met him in less than a month. But I can't possibly answer this, can't I?

"Please be good to Victor, Yuuri. Take care of him. I'll do my best to bring him back," Chris said again. "And I guess you noticed I put the flowers back. I'm really sorry about Anya."

"Ah, I'm okay. I'm just.. surprised. She doesn't seem to like me, though," Yuuri commented.

"She doesn't like anyone. All she cares about is herself. Talking about her, well, I'm telling you, but don't let anyone else know, especially Yurio. He'll kill Anya for real," Chris said, frowning.

Yuuri nodded, knowing fully well he couldn't possibly tell anyone as the only person related to both Victor and him was Chris – and Anya, that famous rude supermodel, which Yuuri would like to just forget.

"You probably know that Anya is.. well.. a famous supermodel, and as she said, she's Victor's fiancee," Chris paused for a bit. Yuuri already knew the fact but he could still feel the sharp pain in his heart. "And the reason why Victor's condition worsen three weeks ago.. was because of her."

"How so?"

"Um, she.. was drunk. She unplugged the medical ventilator, the machine that supports Victor's breathing. I didn't know how she got pass the security guard and nurse carrying those amount of alcohol, but she got drunk in this room and nearly kill Victor. He was lucky I was about to check him for one last time before going home, so I can help immediately. I swear, if Victor weren't in such a dire condition I would have killed that woman for almost killing Victor twice."

Chris was an easy going person, so it was new for Yuuri to see anger resided in his eyes. Victor who had been listening to the conversation was a little shocked as well but he chose to listen more to Chris.

"Twice?" Yuuri asked, noticing the last word that Chris muttered.

"Twice. Because she was also the reason why Victor admitted in this hospital."

Yuuri gulped his saliva, trying to calm himself. "May I know what happened?"

"Well, long story short, two years ago, I was hanging out with Victor to celebrate his success on the hotel's grand opening. By that time he was already engaged with Anya. He didn't give me the details but.. from what I know, they were introduced by Victor's parents. Anya was the one chasing him, but he basically accepted because of his parents keep urging him to take a fiancee, since, well, it's his time," Chris began explaining. "Victor.. wasn't the type to love someone. He commits himself to his work, which also explains his success. He had never been interested in anyone. So when he accepted the engagement, he told Anya not to expect his love. She can lavish herself with his money, but he asked her not to ask for his heart. But Victor asked her to be loyal, and be faithful. I guess he just wanted to gradually learn how to love her in the end."

Yuuri almost forgot to breathe listening to Chris's stories. Knowing Anya was Victor's fiancee was one thing, but listening on how they met, and more so, knowing that Anya was the reason Victor getting admitted to the hospital pained his heart. Just why would Victor had to go through such ordeal? He chanted inside his heart, assuring that Victor had chosen him like a mantra before his anxiety hit him again. He tried his best not to interrupt Chris.

"And knowing Anya, she.. that morning, Victor heard about the scandal Anya had with Georgi Popovich, one of the Russian figure skater. So Victor told me that it was over, he had called her and he would tell his parents the next day. Anya came to the bar and drag Victor out. I think they were having a fight. After I settled the bills, by the time I went out, Victor was pulling Anya back and he got hit instead. It- it happened so fast and I couldn't do anything.." Chris slumped back on the couch as he told the story. "Even now I feel guilty for not stopping Anya. I didn't tell his family what really happened either since I think Victor would like to settle it himself. But he didn't wake up until now," Chris let out an empty laugh. It was almost painful to see.

Yuuri stayed quiet, clearly couldn't believe what he just heard from Chris. His eyes widened in shock, his brain trying to process every information carefully.

"I'm sorry.. I.. didn't know.." was all that Yuuri could say. He could feel anger building up inside him, anger for Victor, the man that wasn't supposed to be the victim, anger directed towards Anya, despite not knowing who she was, but clearly, that woman didn't love Victor.

"Please be here, Yuuri. Be here when Victor wake up, I think if it's you, you can break his walls. I have a feeling he will wake up soon, with you by his side," Chris begged him, which of course, Yuuri couldn't refuse. And he planned to stay by Victor side as he determined to be there when Victor woke up.

"I will. Please do your best too," Yuuri smiled at Chris, knowing fully well how guilt could eat him up. At least, he would like to help.

"I will. Would you like to stay over? Victor's room is a private room so I can always tell the nurse you'll stay over," Chris offered.

Yuuri took a peek at Victor who smiled at him. Yuuri nodded as he knew Victor would love that. "I'd love that. Thank you."

"I'll take a blanket for you. Sorry, but you'll have to sleep on the couch."

"It's okay. It's more than enough. Besides, I'll have time to look at him the whole night," Yuuri giggled, trying to joke. Chris laughed as he went out carrying his McDonalds paper bag to inform the nurse.

"Ooh~ So you prefer to look at me sleeping than talking to me?" Victor suddenly replied, suprising Yuuri a little. "I'm hurt, Yuuri~~"

"Victor.." Yuuri sighed. "Aren't you surprised with what Chris just told us?"

"I am, but I don't know, I don't feel anything about it. I mean, I'll figure it out myself when I woke up, if I could remember everything, then I'll find my answer, right?"

"I can't believe you're so chill about it. And yes, I like the sleeping you, you look so peaceful and handsome, unlike some spirit who keep on having a cheese war with me," Yuuri pretended to pout.

"Yuuri~! Oh god, don't make me feel jealous of myself," Victor pouted back, making Yuuri giggled.

"Sorry, I'm kidding. I like you, so whichever you doesn't matter. You're Victor, and you're the person I love."

"That's my Yuuri!" Victor smiled and hugged Yuuri close. "Well, why don't we take a picture together?" Victor suggested.

"How? I don't think camera can capture spirits clearly," Yuuri asked.

"No, no, I mean take a picture with my body there. Show it to me when I woke up, and then let's post it on our account together!"

"But, that would be weird. It will be like I'm taking a selfie when someone is sick behind me," Yuuri answered, unsure.

"You got the permission from the owner of that body, so go," Victor excitedly chirped. "Please?" He put the puppy eyes that he knew Yuuri couldn't decline.

"Alright, alright. Just because I don't want you to keep on nagging me," Yuuri gave up and sighed.

Victor looked excited, asking Yuuri to take several photos of them together, although the Victor he took the picture with couldn't even move a muscle. Victor asked him to do several poses, directing him to what he thought was perfect. Clearly, Victor was much better than Phichit, because if Phichit was the one taking picture, the selfie session wouldn't end for at least one hour for one photo posted.

The one Yuuri liked the best was the one he got close to Victor's head, his head slightly tilted to Victor's and his cheek touching Victor's silky silver hair. Yuuri smiled a little at their selfies.

"Oh my, I look really good even when I'm sleeping like a corpse," Victor joined Yuuri to look through their selfies.

"As ever the narcissist," Yuuri rolled his eyes.

Yuuri felt strangely calm as he covered himself in the blanket Chris gave him and sat close to Victor, curling himself at the chair near the bed. He took his time to appreciate the beauty laying in front of him. He had never noticed it before, but Victor looked exceptionally beautiful and serene under the moonlight. With the lamp turned off and moonlight shine by the window, Victor's silver strands glisten gracefully.

"Victor," Yuuri called to the man.

"Hm?"

"I think you look really beautiful," Yuuri smiled as he continue watching the man.

"I know, I even look good in that ugly hospital gown, right?" Victor joked.

Yuuri chuckled at the attempt but agreed on it nevertheless. "I still can't believe you choose me over Anya."

"Told you this morning, I love you. Still unsure about it?"

Yuuri shook his head. "No, it's just feel surreal. I mean, if you compare Anya to me-"

"Ssh, of course you're more beautiful. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my whole life, I don't know if I ever said that to anyone but that person would have to come second after you now," Victor gently put his finger on Yuuri's lips, assuring Yuuri that whatever he said was true.

"I am just ordinary, Victor. Nothing special, you know?"

"Well, if you're talking about looking like you danced even when you walked around is ordinary, then that's fine by me. If that innocent gaze and kind heart is ordinary, it's okay too. That just means other people will have to be content with being less than ordinary," Victor gave him a genuine smile. "You're breathtakingly beautiful, Yuuri. Trust me." He said again as he caressed Yuuri's cheeks.

"Thank you," Yuuri muttered as he felt tears up in his eyes. He felt himself blushed a little. "You always showered me with praise."

"Who said I'm praising you? I'm just stating the fact," Victor said as he put a smug grin on his face which made Yuuri chuckled. "Alright, you need to sleep, Yuuri. It's past midnight."

Yuuri rolled his eyes at Victor. "Okay, daddy," Yuuri said teasing him. "I'll be healthy for real with you constantly reminding me when to eat and sleep."

"You really have no idea what effect those words have on me. Just be prepared when I wake up, seriously," Victor smirked.

"I'm looking forward to that, daddy," Yuuri smirked back, knowing which word Victor meant and purposely repeat it to make the Russian spirit frustrated. "Good night, Victor."

"Good night, Yuuri. I'll be here," Victor said as he accompany Yuuri to the couch and sitting between him and Makkachin. "Sleep and dream of me, love."

Yuuri curled himself near Victor and yawn with half-lidded eyes. He took a last glance at Victor. He noticed something was off, but still drifted to sleep as he was embraced by the light of full moon. Embraced by Victor.