Ever since they'd left Detroit, Phichit had missed spending time with Yuuri. There was just something about him that Phichit was drawn to. Maybe it was the fact that they were polar opposites? There was that saying… something about social introverts making friends by being adopted by an extrovert? That had certainly been the case with Phichit and Yuuri. But since he'd arrived in St. Petersburg, the time they spent together was less than relaxing. Sure, Yuuri had always been nervous and quiet, but now he was silent. Knees hugged to his chest. He'd been trembling slightly since Viktor and Yurio had left.

"What do you want to do?" Phichit asked, breaking a slightly uncomfortable silence. The skating conversation had exhausted itself after Otabek had put in his two cents. "We could watch a movie, I could cook something, we could play a board game…"

Yuuri picked up his notepad and turned it to Phichit, who eagerly awaited a response.

Movie. Can you let Makka in, please?

"Yeah, for sure!" Phichit smiled. The poodle had spent quite a bit of time outside in the past couple of days, mostly because nobody had been available to walk him, and also because Yurio didn't like him and put him outside every chance he got. "Do you have a movie preference?" Phichit called as he moved to let Makka in. Yuuri shook his head and looked to Otabek, who was kind of just existing in the corner. He shrugged.

"You pick." Otabek grunted at Phichit, seeing that Yuuri didn't have an opinion either.

"Well, Yuuri knows what I'll recommend." Phichit dashed up the stairs as Makka hopped up on the couch. Makka curled up and put his head in Yuuri's lap, immediately calming his nerves a bit. Yuuri ran his fingers through Makka's curly fur and nodded to Phichit, hoping he would understand that he was agreeing with the obvious movie choice.

"So what are we watching?" Otabek asked as Phichit returned, a DVD case in hand.

"Hope you don't mind kids' movies." Phichit smirked as he inserted the disk and flopped on the couch with Yuuri.

Otabek's eyebrows pulled together for a moment before the instrumental version of Shall we Skate? began to fade into the room through the TV speakers. He recognized the tune immediately and a slight smirk accompanied his eye roll.

Phichit and Yuuri had always watched The King and the Skater when one of them was feeling down in Detroit; it had become somewhat of a habit for them to listen to the soundtrack when things got stressful as well. It was an all-around feel good movie, something everyone needed at that moment.

About half an hour into the movie, Yuuri slipped out from under Makkachin's protective head and stood up from the couch.

"Where are you going?" Phichit demanded before Yuuri was even completely upright. He mimed taking a sip from a glass and gestured to the kitchen behind him. "I'll get it." Phichit moved to stand but Yuuri held out a hand, stopping him, and grabbed his notepad.

I have to do some things for myself. I can handle getting water.

Phichit sat back down and smiled. "Yeah, you can." He nodded, immediately feeling bad. Yuuri hated when others did things for him, it made him feel weak. And with how he was feeling now… Phichit didn't need to make it worse.

Yuuri disappeared from the room, which made Makka whine, but with some head scratches courtesy of Phichit, he calmed himself down for a moment. However, a minute or two later, the poodle bolted into a sitting position.

"What's the matter, Makka?" Phichit and Otabek turned to look in the direction of Makka's gaze, but didn't see anything aside from the back wall of the living room. Even faster than he sat up, Makkachin launched himself over the back of the couch and bounded out of sight. Phichit and Otabek looked to each other, confused, before hearing a crash and the unmistakeable thump of a body hitting the ground seconds later.

"Yuuri?!" Phichit vaulted over the couch in the same fashion Makka had and skidded into the kitchen followed closely by Otabek. Yuuri was laying on the floor, propped up on one elbow, the other hand pressed to his temple, shattered glass and a shallow pool of water surrounding him. "Are you okay? What happened?" Phichit knelt next to Yuuri, pushing a nosy Makkachin away gently. A cold, wet nose in his ear did not seem to be helping Yuuri at all, and it would probably only add to his stress if Makka cut his paw on the broken glass.

Yuuri gestured for his notepad, which Otabek had smartly grabbed on their way to the kitchen. He handed it to Phichit, who handed it to Yuuri.

Dizzy. Fell. Was all that he wrote.

"Are you okay?" Phichit pressed.

Don't know. Hit head.

"You should lay down; do you want to go upstairs?" Phichit was nervously biting his lip, wishing Viktor was there. He still wasn't too sure how to interact with Yuuri. He seemed to get worked up over the smallest things, so Phichit felt as though he was walking on eggshells around a person who used to be his best friend. Yuuri was still his best friend of course, but this was not Yuuri.

Yes.

"Okay, are you still dizzy?"

Yuuri held up his notepad again, pointing to the same response as before.

"Can I help you?"

He visibly tensed, but still pointed to the same answer.

"Okay, let's get you up." Phichit held out a hand to Yuuri, who hesitantly took it. "It's okay." Phichit smiled as Yuuri took his hand. "You know I would never hurt you."

Yuuri nodded, making the room tip and sway even more than before. He found himself stumbling, but before he could hit the ground, he felt strong arms around his waist. His body tensed, his breath caught, his eyes squeezed shut as he remembered being thrown on the bed, arms restrained.

"No, no, no, not again!" he felt his mind beginning to spiral.

"Yuuri!" Phichit's eyes widened as Yuuri began hyperventilating and shaking. He started beating against Otabek's chest, clearly trying to get away from him.

"It's okay." Otabek tried to soothe, but looked like he was panicking almost as much as Yuuri. He gently let him down on the floor, and kept his distance as the older man scurried back into the corner, curling into a ball of pure terror.

"Viktor!" Phichit was relieved when the man answered his phone. Makkachin couldn't even get close to Yuuri without him flailing in the direction of the body. "Where are you?!"

"In a car on the way back, why?" Viktor took note of Phichit's flustered sounding voice, his mind immediately jumping to worst case scenarios.

"Yuuri's having a panic attack and neither of us can even get near him."

"I'll be there in five minutes, give him the phone."

Phichit got as close as he could to the shaking man without being attacked and knelt down. "Yuuri. Yuuri it's Viktor, can you talk to him?"

Viktor. That was a name that made things better. But Yuuri wasn't in control. He didn't want to throw punches at the people who were trying to help him. He'd just lost all rational thought. He did not want to be touched. He didn't even want anyone near him. Suddenly, there was something cold pressed against the side of his face. He could feel his arm begin to move, trying to shove the object away, but his muscles froze as he heard a voice.

"Yuuri, if you're listening you need to try to calm down."

Viktor's voice. The voice that made things better. The voice that belonged to the person that Yuuri relied on. The person that Yuuri would probably lose because of this. The person that assured him that wouldn't happen.

"Yuuri, breathe." The voice instructed. The voice counted Yuuri's breaths for him. In two three, hold two three, out two three, repeat.

Yuuri listened to that voice, following the instructions to the best of his ability, trying to keep the hiccups and sobs to a minimum. But it was hard, and it wasn't until the voice was coming directly from Viktor's mouth instead of through the phone that Yuuri began to feel himself calming down.

"What happened?" Viktor asked when Yuuri's breathing had returned to normal. He was still curled up in his ball, not ready to face the others yet.

"He went to get some water, had a dizzy spell and fell." Phichit rubbed the back of his neck, so badly regretting that he hadn't insisted upon getting Yuuri's drink for him. "He started to fall again when we were heading upstairs to get him to rest, so Otabek caught him and he panicked. He hit his head when he fell the first time."

"Don't feel bad." Viktor saw Otabek's expression. "It happened the first time I tried to hold his hand. It's not your doing."

Otabek just looked away. Yurio grabbed his hand, failing at his attempt to be comforting.

"Yuuri, can you look at me?" Viktor pressed, gently, needing to see his fiancé's eyes. To know that Yuuri wasn't completely lost. To feel like he was doing something for the man he so deeply loved.

Yuuri tensed before slowly peeking up at Viktor. It was mostly fine that he was there, but there were so many other people in the room. People who had seen Yuuri at his most vulnerable. Well, almost his most vulnerable. It even felt like Makka was silently scoffing at him. There were too many eyes. Too many eyes. Too. Many. Eyes.

Upstairs. PLEASE. Yuuri scrawled hastily, practically throwing his notepad at Viktor.

"Okay." Viktor nodded. "I'm carrying you, though. We don't need another fall."

Fine.