Glass Hearts ⸢viktuuri 1/2⸥

11. Uncontrollable

'Yuuri! Hurry, let's go!' Viktor pulled the younger male through the door of his apartment. He held tightly to Yuuri's hand as he sped through the door and out into the world. They had never really decided where to go, so Yuuri assumed they were just going to wander aimlessly around the city. 

Viktor had other plans. 'We're going to a bouncy house!'

Yuuri stopped in his tracks. He was speechless. 'A BOUNCY HOUSE?' 

He was by now accustomed to Viktor's spontaneity, but this was beyond anything he could have supposed the grown man capable of conjuring. 

Going to a bouncy house? That was for children. Though, we should all suppose Viktor's got a child's brain and an amazingly beautiful adult's body. 

'Yeah! Is it not the greatest idea ever!?' Viktor laughed, giddy with excitement. Yuuri did not reply, only rolled his eyes. 

'Do you even know where in this city there is a bouncy house?' Yuuri asked. Viktor nodded. 

'Yep! I went to one for a job interview. I didn't get the job. The people said I had the spirit, but not the age,' Viktor shrugged, still walking in some direction. Yuuri was wondering if they were going to walk all the way there.

'Come on, hurry. It's a thirty-minute walk from here, so we gotta go fast!' 

Yuuri nearly tripped as Viktor broke into a run, pulling him forcefully along. 

Yuuri's phone rang once, signalling he had a text. It was probably Phichit asking where on planet Earth he was. 

Yuuri was running out of breath. Living a sedentary lifestyle hat suited him well until now. He could hardly keep running anymore. 

Viktor suddenly stopped, but Yuuri kept running. And he ran straight (or not) into Viktor. Both toppled to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. 

'Oof!' Viktor gasped as his arm hit the ground, and a popping sound rang loud and clear. 

Yuuri cringed and scrambled to his feet. He was unhurt, but for a scratch on his hand which wasn't a big deal at all. Viktor's arm, on the other hand, was. He was breathing heavily, a pinched look on his face. Holding his arm tightly, knuckles white, Yuuri knew Viktor was in an immense amount of pain. He stood up, shaking.

Yuuri looked on with worry. 'Viktor...are you okay?' 

Viktor, eyes shut tight, shook his head. 'I think my elbow... I think it's dislocated.' 

Yuuri stepped forward to look at his lover's arm. He was no doctor, but Yuuri knew that Viktor's elbow was not supposed to look like that. 

'Viktor, I think we'd best go to a hospital. They can relocate it,' Yuuri said carefully. Viktor did not argue. 

Yuuri hailed a taxi and instructed the driver to take the couple to the nearest hospital. Upon reaching their location, they entered the Emergency Room and Yuuri explained what happened. Viktor was aching with pain, and Yuuri did his best to sooth him by rubbing circles on his back and peppering his forehead with kisses every now and then. 

Soon, they were called in and Yuuri had to reiterate the event which had led to the incident. Viktor was instructed to lay down, which he did. 

'Okay, just relax, here we go,' the nurse told him as he grabbed hold of Viktor's upper arm firmly. The doctor placed one hand just above Viktor's elbow, and the other on his wrist. Yuuri held Viktor's hand (the one on his good arm) and told him to look at him. The doctor pulled Viktor's arm forward, then with a sudden jerk placed it back into its place. Viktor let out a strangled yell, and Yuuri closed his eyes momentarily. 

The moment was soon over and Viktor sighed deeply. The pain had been instantaneous. It had come and gone quickly, now replaced with a dull pain. 

Both thanked the medical workers and set out, leaving the hospital. 

'Viktor, do you suppose we should go somewhere more relaxed? We could go watch a movie instead,' Yuuri suggested as they walked. Yuuri's hand held Viktor's firmly, and they were walking at a steady pace.

Viktor looked sad but nodded. 'I guess so. I'm sorry I had to ruin our plans. We could've had so much fun.' 

Yuuri looked at his boyfriend, eyes glimmering. 'Viktor, you didn't spoil our plans. As long as I'm with you, I don't care what we do. If anything, this whole ordeal is my fault, since I knocked you to the ground in the first place.'

Viktor shook his head, 'Yuuri, we're going to keep arguing about who's  to blame if we don't stop now, so I'm just going to leave it at it being both our faults. I shouldn't have been running so fast, and you should've been watching your step.' 

Yuuri laughed a bit. 'Alright, we'll leave it at that.' 

A cinema was just a few metres in front of them, and before entering, Yuuri turned to Viktor and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

Viktor tried to sneak his tongue in Yuuri's mouth, which resulted in a light slap across his face, an alluring 'Save that for when we're alone,' followed by an innocent smile.