I'm not too sure where I am now, but it feels warm and safe. I am in a bed, it is very comfortable however I feel horribly sore. I can't seem to move, or speak, no matter how hard I try. There are distant voices and clattering of cutlery but I have no reason to worry about that. I don't know how long I've been here for, everything seems a blur. I can't remember anything anymore. I can't remember what I was doing that led me to be like this or who I was with when it happened. I almost forgot my name too, but I keep repeating it in my head over and over so that is not lost too. All I can think of is that dream. Was it real or all just my crazy imagination? Oh, I hear a voice near me and the sound of heels against the floor. I try to listen in to what they are saying as hard as I can, even though I really shouldn't. At the moment, all I want to know is what's wrong with me and why I'm here. The voice is coming closer and closer, it's a feminine voice, one that sounds caring and helpful. I can also here a masculine voice, it sounds like the one in the dream, however, this time, it sounds so soothing, I like it more than the feminine voice. I wonder if it is Victor or if I'm imagining things again. I hear a curtain being drawn back. The voices seem to be in the same room as me. I can hear what they're saying now.
"Oh my... he looks awful. Is he ok?" The masculine voice asks, I can hear the fear in his voice.
"He's currently in a stable condition but he's been in this coma-like state for the past five days. No one has been able to get any signs of communication out of him." The feminine voice says. She sounds very professional. Maybe I'm in a hospital. But did she just say I was in a coma? I've never been in this situation before, I've never felt anything like this before. I hear someone move close to me, they crouch down and I feel their warm breath on my cheek. They then nuzzle their hair into my neck before softly kissing me on the cheek. I feel a weird type of energy jump through my body as we make contact but I still can't seem to move.
"Yuri," the man whispers into my ear, "please wake up soon." I hear his voice crack half way through the sentence then he breaks down into tears. I know who this person is. I recognise them now. It's Victor. He came to see me! I thought he was going back to Russia, I thought he hated me. I wish I could wake up. I'm trying as hard as I can. Is this another dream?
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Who Is He? / Viktuuri
Fanfiction"Victor... I love you." I sob. I can't believe how lucky I am. I hug him even tighter than before. "Please don't let go." Katsuki Yuri is casually skating on his home rink when he is greeted by a man from Russia called Victor. Yuri feels as if he ha...
