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“Mr. Katsuki?”
Yuuri blinks back from wondering if he remembered to remove the Uber Eats sign from his car window. “Yes?”
“I’m so sorry, but Dr. Fratianne has taken ill.”
“Oh. I hope he’s alright.” Yuuri rubs damp palms on his thighs, frowns. “I’ll need to reschedule, then?”
The secretary hesitates. “Unfortunately, he could be out for…a while. But Dr. Nikiforov can see you, if you like. He had a cancellation.”
“Of course. Thank you.” Stomach quivering, Yuuri follows the secretary down the hall.
“What a coincidence,” she says conversationally. “Dr. Nikiforov was a competitive figure skater before he went into sports psychology. A few years before your time, but I’m sure you recognize the name.”
“Mm.” Five Worlds golds. Two Olympic golds. Yuuri’s idol since the sleeping dragon of his hormones awakened.
“He currently isn’t taking new patients, so you’re very lucky, indeed.”
“Is that so?” Yuuri wonders how the woman can’t hear his heart beating. Hammering.
“Having skating in common will help, won’t it?”
“Mm-hm.” Yuuri wishes the woman would stop talking. As he’s ushered through the door, he slips a hand into his pocket, fingertips brushing two empty poison vials.
“I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.”