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The audience was captivated as Yuuri skated around on the rink. No one could take their eyes off him as he perfectly preformed all his jumps, quads, and spins. The cheers rose up from the crowd, and Viktor cheered along with them. He smiled as the ring on Yuuri's right hand gleamed in the light, claiming that he was taken, claiming that he was Viktor's.
It made his heart ache.
The anticipation rose as the performance was coming to an end. If Yuuri executed the final move, the quadruple flip, perfectly, the free skate would be a cinch. A gold medal was within his reach.
Now, for the quadruple flip! Yuuri thought, bending his knee before launching himself into the air.
Then it all came crashing down; literally.
A sickening crack was heard as Yuuri's head connected with the ice. Gasps and shouts of shock came from the crowd, and Viktor stood there, frozen, as Yuuri's once moving, beautiful body turned lifeless. Blood was now staining the ice.
The ice was tinted red as the lifeless body slid a few more feet before coming to a stop.
Viktor stood there, mesmerized by the swirling bright colour, trapped in a daze.
It was the screams that snapped him out of it.
Viktor had never run faster in his life.
He ran out onto the ice, gliding over to Yuuri's lifeless body. He dropped to his knees, not even noticing that he was kneeling in a puddle of growing blood, the red fluid staining his pants. He gently turned Yuuri around and rested his head in his lap, cradling his face.
"Yuuri? Open your eyes for me. Can you do that, my pork cutlet bowl? Just open your eyes for me, Yuuri. Please, I need to see them real quick." Viktor quietly pleaded, his fingers trembling. He pushed back Yuuri's hair from his face and almost gagged when his fingers were stained red when he pulled them away. The large gash was hidden under his hair, but the blood flow wouldn't stop as it ran down his face and neck.
"Yuuri-" Viktor began but stopped when he felt a strong pair of arms grab him from behind and yank him away. "No!" Viktor struggled as several paramedics rushed past him, speaking very quickly to one another in Spanish. A stretcher was brought onto the ice and they placed Yuuri's body on it very gently before whisking him away, much to Viktor's dismay.
"Viktor, calm down." Ah, so it was Chris who was holding him back. But the words fell on deaf ears as Viktor still struggled against him, tears pouring down- tears? Chris almost let go of Viktor in shock. He had never seen Viktor cry, not even once. In fact, Viktor only seemed to be happy most of the time, despite the situation.
"Let me see him...let me go with him, goddammit!! Chris, let me go!!" Viktor snarled, pushing Chris off him before running off the ice.
Viktor ran down hallways, heading towards the enterance at top speed. That is, into he bumped into Yurio.
"Oi, Viktor! What the hell is your problem? Shouldn't you be congratulating your fat boyfriend or something?" So he hadn't seen the accident. He was probably in the bathroom or getting interviewed while it happened. But that didn't matter, because he was in Viktor's way and had insulted Yuuri, even though Yuuri was hurt and on the way to the hospital, and could be dead-
"Move!" Viktor shoved Yurio aside and made to run to the doors until Yurio grabbed his arm.
"What the hell is-" Viktor silenced Yurio by slapping him right across the face. Yurio fell to his knees, staring up at Viktor in shock and anger while holding onto his now red cheek. Never had he seen Viktor this angry before.
"I said move." Viktor said darkly, before bolting to the enterance and hailing a taxi while avoiding reporters.
Yakov found Yurio like that, still kneeling on the carpet holding his cheek, still looking shocked, but now, a bit scared as well.
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Viktor burst into the hospital, cursing traffic. It had taken twenty minutes to get there, but it felt like twenty days, with the car moving at a snail's pace. But that didn't matter, because he was here. Viktor ran to the desk where a woman sat, typing away at a computer.
"I'm here for Katsuki Yuuri!! Please, what's going on with him? Will he be okay? Tell me-"
The lady cut him off with a harsh tone. "I'm sorry sir, but only family can gain access to that information. Please, what is your connection to-"
"I'm his fiancé!" Viktor yelled, waving his hand in front of her face, showing off his ring. She blinked slowly, before turning to her computer and typing in a few words.
"I'm sorry sir, but in seems he only got in surgery fifteen minutes ago. I have no idea what his condition is. If you're willing to stay until I get the news, the waiting room is over there." She gestured to the left.
Viktor slowly trudged over, the shock starting to form in his mind, collapsed in a chair, putting his hand in his face. He only then realized that his hands were still stained with Yuuri's blood.