Viktor's hands turned into fists. He banged one of those fists onto his desk. Reading and re-reading the email that was sent to him.

Viktor,

It has come to my attention that the patient YK has not been responding well to your therapeutic approach. His condition seemed to have worsened last week and I feel that the outings you are taking him on are detrimental for his recovery. I will be removing him from your care and placing him with Jean-Jacques.

-Dr. Feltsman

Viktor stormed out of his office. His anger burning in his veins, making his body run hot. He barged into JJ's office without even knocking. JJ scrambled out of his chair. A smirk creeped up on his lips seeing Viktor in a rage.

"What did you do!?" Viktor trudged over to the man in question. With a finger pointed at the man's chest, he got close to him, inches from each other. JJ was pressed between his desk and Viktor. "Why would you do that?! Why would you take him away from me?" Viktor screamed in his face.

JJ's smirk grew into a grin. "Now you know what it feels like to want something and have it ripped away from you." JJ calmly stood up straighter. Viktor took a few steps back, confusion written on his face. "Interesting choice of words, Viktor. He is just a patient after all, non?"

He knew he made a mistake. His anger blinded him. His words giving him away. He had to turn it around somehow. "He is not just a patient JJ. All of them are not just patient's. They are people, people who are here for help, from us. How dare you play Yuuri like he is pawn in your game." Viktor composed himself.

"C'est la vie." JJ shrugged his shoulders.

"Why are you doing this? What do you get out of this?"

"Nothing my dear friend… Well nothing yet anyways. Now, I would appreciate it if you left my office."

It was a losing battle, and he knew it. It was no use trying to reason with JJ, Viktor needed to do something else. He can't let Yuuri break in JJ's hands. Without another word Viktor left his office slamming the door shut behind him.

What can I do? I know…

He made his way down the hall stopping short of Dr. Feltsman's office. Knowing that going in angry would only make things worse, he took a few deep breaths, rationalizing why Yuuri should stay with him in his head. Thoughts of Yuuri clouded his mind and he could feel his body relaxing. With one final deep breath, Viktor knocked on the door.

"Come in." Grumbled a voice on the other side. Slowly Viktor opened the door. Dr. Feltsman sat at his desk facing the door. His balding head reflected the overhead lights, he kept his graying hair long on the sides and back of his head. His face was in a scowl, but that was nothing new, he always had a permanent frown. "Ah Viktor. Good to see you. What can I help you with?" Dr. Feltsman motioned to a chair in front of his desk. "Please take a seat." His voice was thick and gravelly.

"Dr. Feltsman…"

"How many times do I have to tell you, call me Yakov. We've known each other for a long time now." Yakov interrupted.

"Sorry. Yakov, I just came to talk to you about Yuuri Katsuki. Why was he pulled from my care?" Viktor was getting nervous. Did he know about him and Yuuri and this was his way of protecting him?

"Ah. I figured you would come and talk to me about it. Jean-Jacques pointed out a few concerns he had with Mr. Katsuki. I feel I need to agree with him."

"Why was he discussing my patient with you, and not bring it up with me? He had no right." Viktor cast out his nervousness and his body was filling with boiling rage.

"I understand that Viktor, what he did was not right. Normally, I would have told him to discuss this with you, had he not brought up some valid points. I was the one that made the final decision. He was only thinking about the well being of the patient. Which you should be too."

"I only think about Yuuri's wellbeing! I've been making progress with him. He was a tough one to get to open up, but he trusts me, he's comfortable around me."

"Be that as it may, he hasn't shown any progress. His condition took a turn for the worst last weekend, and again just last night. Both times after you have taken him out…"

"Last night? What do you mean last night? What happened?" Viktor interrupted Yakov. Unable to hide the alarm rising in his voice.

"How can I trust you with the care of this patient if you don't even know what happened last night." Yakov sighed. "Nothing to be too worried over. He's regressed again. His behaviours are similar to that of last weekend."

"I have to go see him." Viktor sprang up from his seat, turning towards the door.

"Viktor, he's not your patient anymore. Let Jean-Jacques handle it now."

Viktor stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly turned back around facing Yakov. "Handle it? He's not a thing to be handled. He's a person, and he needs my help."

"No." Yakov replied, with every ounce of authority in his voice. "Jean-Jacques with handle him."

"He doesn't know a thing about Yuuri. He…He… He's vulnerable. He's fragile, his heart is like glass. He will destroy him" Viktor moved closer to the desk, reasoning with Yakov.

"He's dealt with many patients like Yuuri. More than you have. Don't make me regret my decision, Viktor."

Viktor winced at the reminder. Yakov had put in his recommendation for Viktor to become the Professional Practice Leader. It was the role that JJ wanted so badly for years, and when the position was finally available it was taken away from him. The decision came down to Viktor and JJ, with Viktor being the final choice.

Yakov sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips. "Listen, give Jean-Jacques two weeks. If I don't see any progress with Yuuri or his illness worsens, I will move him back to your care. Reasonable?"

"Yes, that's fine then. Thank you, Yakov." The next two weeks are going to be torture for Viktor, not being able to see Yuuri. But how could he say no to the possibility of being with him again. He left Yakov's office and instead of going back to his, Viktor made a B-line to the unit floor and to see Yuuri, ignoring Yakov's warning to not see him.

I must see him. I got to tell him everything will be alright and that I didn't abandon him. Oh, my Yuuri.

"Otabek!" Viktor called out from across the day area. Taking large strides with his long legs, Viktor hurried to Otabek. "Where's Yuuri?" He looked around the day area and the patients eating their breakfast.

"He's still in his room. He's not doing well again, I can't get him out of bed." Otabek sighed. "What's going on with him Viktor?"

"Was JJ here last night?"

"Yes… but what does that have to do with Yuuri?"

"Ublyudok" Viktor cursed in his native tongue.

"Huh? Viktor what is going on? Is there anyway I can help?" Otabek could see the distress in Viktor's face. He pulled him aside to be a little more isolated from everyone, but still being able to keep on eye on his patients.

"Its JJ. He made a complaint to Dr. Feltsman about my treatment of Yuuri. He said that I was making him worse, that I don't know how to care for him. So now Yuuri is in the hands of JJ. If JJ was here last night that means he already told Yuuri, I have to go talk to him."

"That would explain why Yuuri is the way he is right now. I saw him when he got back from his outing with you, he looked happy and relaxed. By the evening, before I left, he took a 180 and he wouldn't talk to me or anyone." Otabek crossed his arms over his chest. "What can I do to help?"

"Keep an eye on him for me. Keep me posted on anything that happens. Dr. Feltsman is giving JJ two weeks with Yuuri and if no progress is made then he goes back to my care. I-I just…" Viktor didn't want to admit what was nagging him in the back of his mind. What if it really was him that was making Yuuri this way? What if he was making him worse? What if in the two weeks, Yuuri does do better without him.

Otabek seemed to have caught on to Viktor's thoughts. He placed a reassuring hand on his arm."It's not you Viktor. You're not the one doing this to him. I've seen progress in Yuuri. I work the frontline, I see him almost everyday and I'm with him almost everyday. Those guys are only just reading notes on a computer and pick out all the bad stuff. You're one of the very few therapists here that actually listen to your patients, and actually get help from the frontline staff."

Viktor took a shaky breath. "Thank you, Otabek."

"I don't like JJ as much as the next guy. So, you have my word I will keep on eye on Yuuri, not just for you though, I'm doing this for Yuuri too."

"Of course." Viktor nodded and mumbled his thanks again and started off towards the bedroom corridors.

"Oh, see if you can get Yuuri up for some food." Otabek called out before Viktor left the day area.

Yuri finished up his food and brought his tray back to the servery window. Once that was finished he approached Otabek. "What's going on?"

"Not much, Yuri. What are your plans for today?" Acting casual and professional.

"Quit the bullshit. You know what I'm talking about." Harshly whispered Yuri.

"Yeah, I can help you with that." Otabek said a bit louder. "Come on then."

Yuri followed Otabek to his room. Neither saying a word. Once the door was shut, did Yuri speak. "Now are you going to fucking tell me?"

"I shouldn't be telling you anything."

Yuri sauntered over to Otabek, pressing his body close to his. One arm went around his neck the other traced lazy patterns on Otabek's chest. "Oh, come on Beka. It gets boring in here, I need something. Maybe I can help." He booped Otabek's nose with his finger.

Otabek encircled Yuri with his arms around his waist. "How do you do this to me?"

Yuri smirked. "I have my ways."

Otabek sighed. "Yuuri was taken off Viktor's care and put with JJ instead. JJ made complaints to Dr. Feltsman that Viktor isn't providing proper care to Yuuri."

"That's bullshit! Fucking JJ! He probably knows something then. Shit! Why else would he do that?" Yuri pulled back, distracted by his thoughts.

"What are you talking about? Why am I the last to know everything?"

"You don't know?"

"Know what?" Otabek held out his hands in question.

"Viktor and Yuuri… You know…" Yuri trailed off to let it sink in a little.

There was a moment while Otabek thought. Yuri could practically see the light bulb shine behind his head. "They are?!" Otabek's face fell in complete surprise.

"Well I don't know if they've done the deed yet. But Yuuri confided in me that they kissed on a couple occasions, but Yuuri is a complete virgin in everything and was freaking out about it. I mean, it seemed like he didn't even know he liked men."

"Wow. That would explain a lot." Otabek put his hands on his hips. "So, you think JJ knows something? How would he know?"

"I don't know." Yuri shrugged. "He probably suspects something but can't prove it. This is his only way to get back at Viktor for taking the job he wanted."

"How do you know all this?"

"Like I said, I have my ways. Patients around here listen you know, especially when the staff here don't pay any mind to us. They know a lot of what's happening around here. So, I talk to them." He sauntered back over to Otabek, placing is arms on his shoulders and stroking his hair with his fingertips.

"Is that so? You seduce them for information?" Otabek slid his hands around Yuri's waist.

"Nah. I only save that for really hot male nurses." Yuri leaned in pressing his lips against his. At the same time Otabek slid his hands down further groping his ass. A soft moan escaped Yuri's lips. "Got time for a quickie?" Yuri whispered against his lips, as he ground his hips.

Now it was Otabek's turn to moan at the feel of Yuri's hardness pressed against his. "Always." Otabek picked up him up and walked over to the bed.

Viktor didn't bother knocking on the door to Yuuri's room. He swiftly took out his keys and unlocked his door. "Yuuri?" He questioned and closed the door behind him.

Yuuri could recognize that voice anywhere. He jumped out of bed and rushed over to Viktor. "Viktor!" He threw his arms around his neck. Viktor caught him with his arms around his waist. The smell of the ocean and musk clouded Yuuri's thoughts and he started to sob. Burying his face in the crook of his neck, he could feel the tears pouring down his cheeks. Viktor held him tightly, one arm moved to the back of Yuuri's head stroking his hair.

"Tell me what JJ said last night isn't true. Tell me he was lying and that's why you are here." Yuuri was able to mutter out between sobs.

Viktor's heart smashed to pieces seeing Yuuri so broken apart, and all he had was the truth, which would tear him apart even more. He walked him over to the bed and sat him down. "It's true Yuuri. I just found out this morning."

"But why!? Why me?!"

"He's claimed that you're not making any progress, because of me. But you are, Yuuri, don't let him doubt you." Viktor wiped away some of Yuuri's tears. "I think he has some sort of hidden agenda and is using you to get to me."

"You're the only reason why I have made any sort of improvement. But…" Viktor held his breath. "…But… maybe he is right. I'm so weak. I'm so pathetic. Maybe this is the best I'll ever be." He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them tightly.

Viktor grabbed Yuuri's hands in his. "Look at me Yuuri." Yuuri slowly turned his head, trapped under Viktor's hard stare. "You are not weak. You are not pathetic. You are the strongest person I know."

"I can't see myself the way you see me, Viktor." Yuuri said in a low whisper.

Viktor sighed and enveloped Yuuri in a hug, holding him close. "You will, Yuuri." He whispered against his ear.

Yuuri pulled back. "How? When I don't have you to help me anymore."

"I spoke to Dr. Feltsman before coming to see you. He won't switch me back to you. Not now anyways. JJ is going to be your therapist for 2 weeks, Yuuri. If Dr. Feltsman doesn't see any improvements either, then you come back to my care."

Yuuri nodded. "Okay. You said that you think JJ has a hidden agenda. What might that be? Why use me?"

"I think he wants my job. We are both therapists for this unit, but I am the Professional Practice Leader for all the therapists in the hospital. JJ wanted the position and Yakov and few others recommended me instead. Also, I think he knows… about us…"

Yuuri's eyes widened. "What?! How?! Oh god…" Yuuri's breathing quickened. His grip on Viktor tightened. "I… knew… this… would happen." He stammered between breaths.

"It's ok Yuuri. Breathe with me." Viktor lifted Yuuri's face by his chin, so he could look at him, and took deep breaths in and out. "I think he only suspects but he can't prove anything. As long as we remain careful, everything will be fine." Viktor tried his best to reassure Yuuri. He pulled him in another embrace. Slowly he felt his breathing evening out and his body relaxing against his. Viktor pulled back enough to look into Yuuri's chocolate eyes. "I'm not giving up on you, Yuuri. I promise." He leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. "Come, lets go, you have to go eat something. Otabek is worried about you." He rose from the bed and grabbed Yuuri's hand.

"I'm not hungry. Please just stay with me for a little bit?" Viktor couldn't say no to the puppy dog eyes that Yuuri was giving.

"Alright, just for a little bit." He sat back down. Yuuri repositioned himself on the bed so his head rested on Viktor's lap. He couldn't help but smile and stroked his hair. After a few minutes, Yuuri fell asleep. Viktor slowly got up, trying not to disturb him. He turned back around and placed a peck on his cheek, before leaving the room.