So here's the new chap :D i decided to update it earlier bcoz everyone was freaking out lol :P
Love you all and Merry Christmas!
Sorry for my shitty mistakes and i obviously don't own anyone only my OCs
Chapter 28
"Your grandfather's heart stopped! We started the CPR, and prepared the defibrilator!" That was all it took for Yurij to dash out dragging the doctor.
"Viktor, guys, follow him," Yuuri pleaded. "I need to sleep and he needs all of you."
"Take care," Viktor nodded and gave one last kiss to his children and Yuuri, then was out with the rest of the team. And yet again both Yuuri and Viktor prayed to God that Yurij's grandfather would be fine.
The blonde teen stood behind the glassdoors, trembling as tears slid down his cheeks, whatching as the doctor's fought for his gyiedushka's life. Suddenly two arms wrapped around his waist, and he was surprised to see Otabek's face at his shoulder, ignoring Viktor's protective glare.
"He'll be fine," The Kazakh man murmured. Arjun took Yurij's hand and squeezed it, signaling his moral support. The doctors inside were doing their best, while it seemed his grandfather didn't want to come back at all. The constant frantic orders and yells broke Yurij's heart even more, making him sob. Five long minutes and nothing happened. Viktor couldn't beleive - didn't want to believe that his best day would be Yurij's worst day, making it increadibly bittersweet for them.
"I need you back, gyiedushka," He muttered sniffling, hoping. Even he begun praying to any god that woulf hear him. Five more painful and dragged minutes passed, and everything seemed to go to the worse. Yurij sobbed, falling to his knees when he saw the doctors shaking their heads and giving up. Trembling, he bursted through the door, shocking the doctors and ran to his grandfather's motionles, cooling body.
"We are-"
"Don't tell me you are sorry!" Yurij bitterly snapped, yelling. Crying, he buried his face into his grandfather's shoulder, shaking as silent sobs racked his body. "Come back, please, come back," He sobbed quietly, choking on his tears. Viktor entered the room and gently carrassed the boy's back. Yurij didn't bother to look up. He knew it was Viktor, and he knew he didn't want to say anything, just support him. Two silent, mournful minutes passed, when a cough, then another cough could be heard. Then a collectove gasp from the doctor's and the aquaintances. Yurij instantly shot up, disbelief and happiness in his eyes as he gazed at his grandfather's slowly opening eyes.
"Wh-where... am... I," He croaked, his voice raspy and increadibly low, only audible to the ones close to him.
"In the hospital, you were in coma for like eight, nine months," Yurij explained sobbing relieved. He had to supress the urge to hug him, for it would obviously make things worse. His grandfather looked surprised, though after taking in his surroundings he remembered fainting.
"Th-the... finals... skating?" The grandfather muttered raspily.
"I was second in the GP finals, Yuuri the first," Yurij told.
"Con...gratula...tions..." He coughed out." I-I... dreamt... that Fyodor..."
"Shh... you'll tell me later, when you have rested enough," The teen murmured stroking his grandfather's head. The elderly man nodded and slowly fell asleep in his grandson's arms.
"Well, another example of love saving a life," The doctor said with a small smile. "Let's push the bed back to his room, shall we." Yurij nodded and let the foctor push the weeled bed back to the room, everyone following the doctor.
"He will be fine from now on, right?" The teen asked, hope laced in his voice.
"He will, but he needs to live in a place where it's calm, so he can recuperate in peace," The doctor said. "Until he rebuilds his muscles and is independant and until we make sure nothing's wrong with him he has to stay though."
"I see. I'll come and visit every day as usual then," Yurij nodded giving a last kiss to his grandfather, who smiled in his sleep then left, the other's following suit.
"I'm glad he's fine," Otabek muttered and Arjun nodded sighing relieved.
"I can't believe I nearly lost him," Yurij shook his head bitterly. "Thank God he survived."
"He's going to get better," Arjun said. Only Egor noticed the bitter, albeit relieved smile Hanuman cracked with a few tears in his eyes.
"Shall we update Yuuri?" Viktor suggested and Yurij nodded. Egor and the Chauhans decided to go home, for it was getting late, bit promised they would visit the next day.
"I'm increadibly happy that your grandfather survived and is awake now," Yuuri cracked a relieved and tired smile.
"We nearly lost him," Viktor murmured holding History in his arms.
"The doctor said he should go to a calm place once he is independant," The adopted teen said cradling the other twin whilst sitting in Otabek's lap - who was purposefully ignoring Viktor's murderous and overprotective stares.
"Hasetsu is a calm place. I'll call my parents and tell them about the babies and your grandfather. I'm sure they would let him stay," The Japanese skater said. "We can even all move back there until he gets better. Training would be calm."
"I can be all of your coaches!" Viktor grinned excitedly.
"I wonder how Hasetsu is," Otabek muttered aloud.
"You'll like it," Yuuri chuckled and with Viktor's phone dialed his parents. They were extatic to know that the babies were born, and they immediately agreed to them moving back with Yurij's gyiedushka for a longer period.
