Yuri shot up in a cold sweat, patting the patting the bed frantically. He was praying that he would find Victor beside him, and he was starting to panic until his hand connected with Victor's chest.
"Yuri, Yuri, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Victor grabbed Yuri's hands and stroked the tops with his thumbs.
Yuri stopped stopped looking around and faced Victor's voice. "You're really here?"
"I'm here," Victor said. "What's wrong?"
"In the dream . . . the nightmare . . . you were gone. There was nothing anyone could do and you were just-" Yuri's voice cracked and tears threatened to spill.
Victor wrapped his arms around Yuri, and Yuri buried his face in Victor's chest.
"I'm here. I wouldn't leave you." Victor squeezed.
Yuri's eyes looked full of hope. "Promise?"
Victor smiled softly down at Yuri. "I promise."