Viktor's POV

"Viktor?" Yuuri asked, walking in from the hallway. From his expression, Viktor could tell he was surprised to see him back so early.

He opened his mouth to say something, but froze when Otabek came in. Viktor didn't know what happened, but judging from his body language something clearly went down from Yuuri to get startled.

"You have to tell me everything that has happened in the past day-" he cut himself off when he realized that someone didn't come and greet them.

Otabek beat him to the punch. "Where is Yuri?" he asked.

Yuuri nervously rubbed the back of his head and gave a small laugh. "He fell asleep on the couch, so I had to carry him to bed myself," he said.

It seemed to be enough of an explanation to satisfy Otabek, but it wasn't like they were both on high alert. There was one issue though, it was going to be a big surprise once Yurio did wake up.

Viktor held up a finger to Yuuri to say just-a-moment and walked back to his front door. He saw Nikolai standing there, hesitant to walk in, but Viktor gestured for him to come in.

The old man slowly made his way into the house. It wasn't until he was completely situated that Viktor finally realized an issue.

Yuuri can't speak Russian and Nikolai can't speak English.

"Очень приятно (OHchen' priYATna)" Yuuri managed to say in his thickest accent. It was clear that Viktor and Otabek were going to have to play translator for this conversation if it were going to happen.

"Let's all sit" Viktor said grabbing the grey blanket from the love seat to make room for the old man. As he held it, he realized what blanket this was. It was a strange feeling, nostalgia. Well, for Viktor it was nostalgia, but for a certain someone those memories came with pain. He didn't realize how long we was standing there until Nikolai gently grabbed the blanket from him and placed it on his lap.

"Sit down, Vitya," he said, "if I know my grandson well, he's not going to be waking up anytime soon." And he was correct, if Yurio could get away with it, he would probably sleep for 24 hours straight (which in hindsight was probably not a good thing).

So he took his seat next to the old man and sighed. "Okay, from the top. I want to know everything."

Everyone was in stunned silence.

Otabek put his head in his hands and Viktor couldn't tell if it was from regret or worry.

"Oh Yuratchka" the old man said, obviously in worry over his grandson.

For the first time in his life, Viktor didn't have a solution for this problem, but he was proud enough to know that Yuuri was able to take care of it himself.

That seemed to knock loose a couple memories from 6 days ago.

Their fight...wasn't their fight about something similar to this?

Even though this moment was supposed to be dedicated to Yurio, Viktor couldn't help but feel some sort of admiration for his partner.

All those days ago Viktor had tried to argue with him about being protected, how Yuuri needed him, that he should depend on him.

He realized that Yuuri had every right to be mad. What Viktor needed to do was step back and trust him, but after learning what happened to Yurio and knowing if he had just been there for him, he didn't want to make that sort of mistake again.

It looks like Viktor knew what he needed to improve on, he silently promised himself to be a better person because he knew he just needs to be there for him and be there for Yurio in his time of need.

He blinked.

"Oh wow it's noon and Yuri still hasn't woken up" Otabek remarked sounding almost impressed.

The old man laughed, "You sound like you regularly wake up at 6 in the morning, my friend. I tell you, once you get old you no longer need to sleep, so that problem is going to fix itself in a few decades."

Viktor could see Yuuri give a shy smile, so he chimed in with his translation of what Nikolai just said and Yuuri nodded to indicate he understood.

Nikolai brushed a tear from his eye and then pointed at the Japanese.

"And you? Please, tell me how you Vitya has been treating you"

Again, Yuuri looked to Viktor for help, so Viktor obliged.

"Oh haha, uh Viktor, you can tell him that you're doing fine and also that I didn't know he knew about us" he said nervously. Viktor nodded and translated what Yuuri said.

Nikolai made a hmmmm sound as if processing what he just said, but before he could continue with his interrogation the sound of footsteps greeted the living room.

It was Yurio, half awake and with a whole nest of bed head. He seemed to be just asleep enough to not process his surroundings, but alert enough to hid his right arm behind his back.

"Grandpa?' he asked, timidly, as if he were afraid that Nikolai were just an illusion.

Without any sort of hesitation, the old man stood up and spread his arms, indicating that he wanted a hug.

It seemed to be enough to wake Yurio from his stupor, but hesitantly he walked up to his grandpa and hugged him strongly. As he did so, he ended up revealing a fully bandaged right hand.

Once Nikolai let go, he gently grabbed Yurio's right hand and held it gingerly in his hands. "What happened?" he said quietly in a voice just above a whisper.

Yurio didn't seemed to want to answer the question, but he did take a deep breath. "I haven't been entirely honest with what has been going on, Grandpa," he said, his voice shaking.

The scene seemed to be an emotional one, so Viktor stood up, walked over to his fiance and gently tapped him on the shortly to let him know that was their cue to leave. Yuuri seemed to understand and they both swiftly left the room.

As they walked to Viktor's room he prayed that Yurio and Nikolai have a thorough and honest conversation, but he wondered if the old man's deep rooted Russian values would get in the way or he would push those to the side to help his grandson in need.

Well, this is a very sudden and unexpected update. I honestly want to apologize to the people I've kept waiting for the past 4 or so years. I haven't been feeling so hot both physically and mentally, but hopefully I'll keep my promise to see this project through to the end. I don't exactly remember what my initial vision for this story was, but I have an idea of where I need this to go. So, I hope to see you all at the finish line! RHYS OUT!