Yuri was glad he'd skipped breakfast that morning as he sat on the examination table in the medical building. The nausea only seemed to worsen with time. He glanced around the small room, taking note of the medical posters around him. Advertisements for the newest medications were prominently displayed as far as he could see. On the desk, a small model of the human body, showing off the vital organs was in full view. He had been there for what seemed like hours, waiting for the results of the seemingly countless tests.
In the time he spent waiting, his thoughts returned to the silver-haired man. Yuri missed Victor terribly. He often thought of calling the man, but knew he was already busy working on his program. The truth, as Yuri saw it, was that Victor was quite forgetful and probably didn't remember he existed. A soft click pulled him from his thoughts. The door opened and an older man with thinning white hair made his way over to him, He smiled, extending a hand to Yuri.
"Yuri Katsuki, I'm sorry for the circumstances, but I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. My daughter and I have been following your skating career and we love you. Congratulations on your silver medal in the finals."
"Thank you. I couldn't have gotten as far as I did without Victor though. "Yuri replied, watching the man open the folder, pulling out two photographs from a newspaper and offering them to Yuri.
"I don't suppose you'd sign these? If you don't mind, please make one out to Yui, she's my daughter and my name is Shiro. "Yuri complied, writing down a short, personal message and passing them back.
You usually carry around pictures of skaters in your files?" Yuri asked. Shiro shook his head.
"No. These were actually out in the waiting area. I do apologize. Thank you so much."
"Sure."Yuri sighed. The doctor tucked the objects away, turning his attention to the contents of the file.
"So, it looks like I've got all the results from the lab here. I'm sorry it took so long, they're running a little behind today."He pulled the stool over to sit close to Yuri. "I've read over everything and the answers you gave the nurse. It looks like you've got quite a rare condition. It's not completely unheard of, but most certainly not commonplace." Yuri's heart dropped.
"Is it serious?" He asked, not entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.
"It's not something you should take lightly, In the thirty-three years I've been practicing, I've never personally seen it. Not much is known about how exactly it works...According to your results and replies, it seems you're pregnant."
"Are you sure you grabbed the right results?" Yuri asked. "I'm sorry, but that's-
"You are Yuri Katsuki, aren't you, can you confirm your date of birth?"
"November 29th. How-that can't be right."
"I'm afraid it is. The first several days of pain were most likely implantation taking place. You're in quite a delicate position. Your answers suggest you're in the very beginning stages. We don't typically do ultrasounds until at least six weeks with women, and unfortunately, I don't have anyone on staff to fill in the information that I'm not sure about. We can do the ultrasound to confirm if you like. Normally, at this stage when working with ladies, we can see something on the monitor. I can also look into finding a specialist to refer you to after that. Or you can wait to do it with them." Yuri didn't know what to think. He couldn't possibly be pregnant. If somehow that was true, was he selfless enough to share his body, how could he possibly consider an alternative? What would he tell his family?
"Yuri?" the older man called. "I know this is a lot to take in. There's a lot of decisions to be made, but what I do know is that you'll need to take it easy and rest as much as you can over the next several weeks. Especially or until you see the specialist and they tell you otherwise. You don't need to confine yourself to bed the entire time, but I do recommend it for the rest of this week, just as much as you can. Next week, lie down when you feel like you need it and very light activity is best. Do you want to wait for the referral or should we take a look?"
"The sooner I know, the better, I guess." The skater replied the doctor nodded. Shiro picked up the phone and dialed the front desk, asking for a nurse to bring the machine. Yuri's heart sank further. What would he tell Victor, could he even find the courage to reach out at all? When the nurse arrived, Yuri found himself lying down on the bed, a warm gel was then placed on his stomach and he watched the monitor anxiously.
"Just relax." She soothed, smiling sweetly. She placed the probe on Yuri's belly and began to move it around carefully. Yuri lay still in silence.
"Th-there can't really be anything in there, right?" He asked. The woman pointed to the tiny shape on the screen with her free hand.
"This little bean shape," She began. "That's your child. It looks like you're about five and a half weeks."Yuri stared at the shape in disbelief. The rest of the appointment passed by in a blur for Yuri. He soon found himself climbing back into Yuko's car. He held the sonogram in his hand, hidden among his many papers. Yuri could only faintly hear Yuko's voice but was unable to make out the words as they were drowned out by his racing thoughts.
Victor's child was currently nestled within him, he couldn't deny that, not with the proof lying in his hands.
"Yuri, are you alright?"At last, the words came through clearly.
"I-I don't know."He answered, resting a hand on his belly. "I-I think I just need to get home and-I don't know." Yuri was silent the majority of the drive back to the hot springs, thanking Yuko once they arrived.
"Call me later, just so I know you're okay." Yuko requested. Yuri simply nodded. He turned, entering the butchering to stop until he reached his bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Yuri was unsure about what to do next. He put the picture on the desk, resting his head in his hands,
"It has to be some kind of weird dream," He told himself as tears began to fall. He could only hope he'd wake up from it soon.