History Makers || Victuri ✔

two

Three months.

It has been three months since that fateful day.

That night, both Yuri and Victor were rushed to the hospital in critical conditions. Victor had suffered a minor blow to his ribs and fractured his arm, nearly breaking it. Besides a couple of bruises and cuts here and there, that was it.

Yuri, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky.

Since the impact of the incoming vehicle that crashed into them was on his side of the car, Yuri was the one who received the most damage. He broke a few of his ribs and most of his right side was scattered with cuts and bruises. But the biggest problem was the hit he recieved to his head and the amount of blood loss. He had arrived at the hospital and was taken into the ER--three months ago, he's been in a coma and hasn't woken up since.

It's not certain if he ever will wake up, or if the blow to his head will cause any permanent damage. Nothing was certain yet, but since they released Victor two weeks after the incident, he's insisted that Yuri will wake up.

It's been three months now and nothing has changed. Yuri us still in a coma, stuck in that hospital bed Victor loathed, but Victor still believed it was only a matter of time before Yuri woke up.

All he wanted now was to see Yuri's eyes shinning brightly the way they always did whenever he smiled. He would give anything to see him happy again. Even his own life.

Victor began to head back towards Yuri's room from the small break he was forced to take by the nurse he had somewhat grown a friendship with. She insisted he should take some time off and walk a bit to get his arm used to moving, even though his health was the least of his worries. After arguing a bit, he eventually decided to give in though and go for a walk around the hospital.

Victor opened the door, the slightest part of him hoping he could walk in on Yuri awake, smiling brightly at the sight of him. But as he stepped inside, nothing was different than the last time he was in there. Everything was still and quiet, besides the sound of the heartbeat monitor and the oxygen machine that helped Yuri breathe. Those where the only two things that let Victor know he was still alive and the only things they were holding on to.

There was usually someone visiting, either a family member or a friend; some stayed a couple of minutes, others a few hours, but Victor was the one who rarely ever left. He wanted to stay by his fiancé's side at all times, to show him support even at his weakest point. Even if Yuri might not be able to see him, he hoped that he could feel his love, wherever he was lost.

That's it.

He was only lost and it won't be long before Yuri is able to find his way back home. Back to Victor's arms.

Victor sighed softly as he took his usual seat next to Yuri's bed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. It had been growing out lately, but he couldn't care less if his hair was long or not.

He knew how bad he probably looked and how tired he must seem, but, again, it didn't matter to him. Lately, nothing did. Everything was so bland and empty. He knew it was because Yuri wasn't there next to him, but even if he wanted to, it wouldn't make a difference if he tried to see the 'bright side' to things. It never will; not as long as Yuri is stuck in that hospital bed.

And there was the guilt.

Victor knows he shouldn't blame himself for what happened. It wasn't something he could've controlled or known was going to happen--at least that's what Yuri would want him to believe. But he couldn't help to think that if maybe he hadn't taken that route, Yuri would be perfectly healthy right now. And so part of him blamed himself for what happened to Yuri. And that part of him hated himself more than anything, more than he hated that intoxicated man that almost took Yuri's life away from him.