A week passed and Yuri was released from the hospital. He used a wheelchair all the time and had to have Viktor push him most out of the time. He was watching TV at the moment, trying to distract himself. His body was sore and his throat was cracked from the amount of crying he'd done. It was pathetic.
He hated himself for being so weak. He kept trying to stop crying and he'd finally succeeded. He was to the point to where he just wasn't feeling any emotion anymore.
Viktor had gone back to coaching Yurio after a lot of convincing from Yuri. Yuri didn't want to be the reason Viktor was stopping work.
He sighed and dragged himself into the wheelchair, wheeling himself over to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and took out the razor. He hadn't done this since he was a child. He was doing so well. His anxiety had even gotten better.
It's worse now. You know it is.
Yuri sighed and lightly pressed the blade to his skin, seeing a thin line of blood appear.
Why do you exist anymore? You're just a burden.
He pressed a little harder, watching the blood drip down his arm.
Enough physical pain will take these emotions away. You won't bother Viktor anymore.
Yuri could feel the sting of the razor but he didn't care. It felt good to him. To actually feel something in his emotionless state.
Why don't you go ahead and kill yourself? Are you too much of a coward?
Are you?
Are you?
Are you?
ARE YOU?
Yuri gasped as he felt the blade dig farther than he ever intended. His thoughts were right though. He was too much of a coward to go through with it. He saw the blood dripping down his arm at an alarming rate and he started to look for the bandages.
Once he found them, he was starting to get light headed. He worked quickly and expertly to get his arm bandaged up quickly and he threw on a long sleeve shirt to hide this afternoon from Viktor. His fiancé knew he used to cut when he was younger but knowing he had gone back to his old ways would worry Viktor.
Yuri used his good arm to scrub the blood that had dripped onto the floor away. The evidence was gone and he stood up to go sit back onto the couch.
When Viktor got home, he smiled at Yuri.
"How was your day?" He asked, his heart shaped mouth kissing Yuri's cheek.
"How do you think?" Yuri replied gruffly, still in his emotionless state. If he showed emotion he would start bawling again and he couldn't have that in front of Viktor.
Viktor frowned but nodded, "Alright." He muttered, running his hands through his hair. He sat beside his fiancé and rubbed circled on the back of his hand. "I'm sorry for leaving you today." He said.
"Don't be. I wanted you to go didn't I?" The younger man replied, staring at Viktor in the eyes.
Viktor nodded but Yuri could tell he was still feeling guilty. He sighed and kissed Viktor softly and tried to smile but it probably looked more like a grimace. "I love you Vitya." He said softly, using Viktor's pet name.
Viktor smiled gently and kissed Yuri's forehead.
"I love you too, Yuri."
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Red Ice
Fanfiction"You will not be able to walk ever again. Unfortunately the fall broke the nerves in your leg. I'm very sorry." _________________________ Yuuri was a relatively successful figure skater with Viktor by his side, but when he renders himself unable to...
