Saving Him | yuri on ice (ON HOLD)

Don't Do It

I clicked my car fob, locking the car. As I walked down the empty street I heard every leave crunch beneath my feet. The sun was beginning to set leaving the town painted red and pink. The cool breeze blew my blonde locks all around.

I love winter.

It's a lot chillier here in Tokyo compared to my small town down south.

I approached the steps up to the door. One after another I made my way up and knocked.

I waited, but no reply.

I knocked again.

Nothing.

I then took it upon myself to enter.

I grabbed two pins from my hair and poked them through the key hole.

After a few wiggles and jams I got it to clock. I awkwardly opened the door and looked in. There was a empty front room with a single box.

I walked in farther and was met by another dart of stairs. I scampered up and onto the landing. There was a a lift with a kitchen and one door parallel.

I approached the door and reached out to the handle.

It turned and I easily pushed it open. The room had a bed on its frame and a bedside table next to it. Other than that the room was quite empty.

There was another door to my right. It was cracked open and there was a light on.

I walked up and pushed slightly. This action led me to be faced by harsh reality.

The sad black haired boy was seated in front of me with a blade. His shoulder was covered in blood along with much of his arm, hand, and the floor.

He looked up at me, a flash of fear in his eyes. All I could do was be disappointed, sad, I don't even know how I felt. The boys face was stained with tears. He looked deathly pale and sick. I quickly rushed to his side and removed the blade from his hand placing it on the counter. I then quickly reached for a towel which was placed in the counter as well. I applied some water to it and gently dabbed his arm. He winced but quickly went back to crying. I reached into my backpack and removed my aid kit. I removed the towel and grabbed a bandage. Once I got it fully wrapped I pinned it and pulled the boy into a hug.

As much as I wanted to slap him for giving in I just couldn't.
He continued his stream of tears into my shoulder. He muttered something that I couldn't quite make out but I didn't question it.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do in situations like this so I just do what I can.

We ended up sitting in that bloody bathroom for multiple hours before the boy stopped crying long enough to say, "thank you."

He exited the bathroom and laid down on his bed.

"Please sleep Yuri. I'll take care of this." I spoke taking a notice to the dark circles beneath his eyes.

The boy drifted off and as I cleaned I decided to stay with him.

How else was I supposed to help and keep him safe?

Who knew saving him could be so hard.