"Hey, boy!" Yuri landed on the floor as Maccachin jumped on him and he chuckled.
"Where the hell have you been? There's hardly no food in the house you know-"
Yuri stood up after Maccachin got off of him and he grabbed Yurio, hugging him.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Yuri let go of the younger male and bowed. "Thank you so much for helping us!"
"Y-yeah...whatever...I need to eat, you know!"
"Sorry about that. I forgot to leave money for you." Rummaging through his pocket, Yuri pulled out his wallet and handed Yurio some money. "That should do you for the next week or so, right?"
"You're not coming back for that long again?"
Yuri sighed and then nodded. "Viktor gets too anxious when I try to leave and the doctor says it's not good for him to get too stressed out."
"It's probably because you didn't go and see him for three days."
"Huh?" Yuri stopped walking and looked over at the other male.
"He wakes up and gets told you're his husband, but he doesn't remember anything about you. Then you say something that could pretty much bring back bad memories for him and then you don't come back for three days."
"Oh..." Yuri hadn't thought of it like that before.
"You really need to use that head of yours, pork cutlet bowl. You're supposed to be taking care of Viktor, so do it right!"
Yuri saw the other cross his arms over his chest and he couldn't help but smile at his words. "You're right, Yurio, Thanks..."
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Stepping out from the shower, Yuri wrapped a towel around his waist. "That felt so good..." He ran a hand through his wet hair and sighed softly.
Walking into their room, Yuri stepped over to the bed and started to get dressed. He didn't want to leave Viktor on his own for too long, even though the nurse had told him that he wouldn't be awake for a few hours.
He was thankful that the hospital was within walking distance from their apartment. It only took maybe twenty minutes to walk there.
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The raven haired male zipped up the backpack and then grabbed his phone, putting it in his back pocket.
Stepping out into the living room, he seen Yurio in the kitchen with bags. He must have went shopping when Yuri was getting ready.
"You don't have to stay in the house all the time, you know."
"I know that! I go to the skating rink to practice in the mornings and then I come back. Don't worry about me and just take care of Viktor. Everyone is anxiously waiting for him to come back. He only just came back and now he has to take time off."
"Yeah, he still has another few weeks to go in the hospital." Yuri looked down at the floor and then felt the side of his arm get hit.
"No spacing out, pork cutlet bowl! Get back to Viktor! Tell him I'll be coming up for a visit sometime."
"Will do!" Yuri smiled and nodded, heading to the door.
He said goodbye to Yurio and then pat Maccachin on the head, before turning and leaving.
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"I don't want it." "Dear, you must eat. Your bones won't heal if you don't. You also need to drink your milk." "I said I don't want it! Where is Yuri?" "He left for awhile, but he'll be back." "Why did he leave? I knew I shouldn't have let her give me that medication."
The nurse frowned and was about to say something, when the room door opened.
"Why are you making such a fuss, Viktor?"
Viktor averted his eyes and looked into his lap as soon as he seen Yuri entered the room.
"He refuses to eat his lunch and drink his milk, which are both necessary for his bones to heal."
"It's okay, I've got it now." Yuri smiled gently at the nurse and motioned for her to leave.
Smiling back, she nodded and hurried from the room, suddenly hearing something from over the intercom speakers.
Closing the door, Yuri locked it and looked over at the other male.
Viktor was quiet still and he was waiting to be scolded by Yuri.
"Viktor...you've gotta eat and drink this."
Yuri set the backpack down on the table that was in the far side of the room and then took his jacket off, setting it down on the chair that was there as well. Since it was now getting to be nicer weather, he had switched the coat to his jacket.
"I had to go back to the house and check on Maccachin and Yurio. He's been nice enough to take care of the house since you're in here. I also needed a few things, like clean clothes."
Viktor looked over at the other male and let his gaze fall again. So, he didn't actually leave him.
Yuri stepped up to the bed and reached over, pulling the tray of food down into his lap. "Come on, you have to eat."
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"Do you think I'll remember everything?"
"Hm?" Yuri looked up from what he was doing and glanced over at Viktor. Setting his clothes down, he walked over to Viktor's bed and sat down on the edge.
"I want to remember everything, but when I try to think about things I don't know, my head starts to pound and it's frustrating."
"The doctor said that it was temporary, so I have no doubt in my mind that you will remember everything. It's going to take time though and it might take months even." Noticing the other male flinch at his words, Yuri smiled and reached out, taking Viktor's good hand in his own. "I love you Viktor and I'll remain by your side and be patient. Take however long you need. You'll remember things gradually and when you do, we can rejoice over those small but big accomplishments."
Pulling Viktor's hand up to his lips, Yuri kissed it softly and then looked over at the older male, seeing him blush.
Yuri loved Viktor and it didn't matter how long it took for him to remember him fully. All he could do was just be patient and stay by the other's side, because life without Viktor wasn't an option and Yuri wasn't about to give up on the man he loved.
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So, this is the last chapter.
I was't entirely sure how I wanted to end it, but I think maybe I did alright? :/
The only reason I've been able to actually post this every week, is because I've actually had it all done since the first day I started it.
Haha...
I had a lot of motivation that day >....<
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Please, remember me (Victuri) (BoyxBoy)
FanfictionSometimes things don't go as well as you had hoped and the unthinkable happens, suddenly forcing you to look at reality. Everything can slip from between your fingers in no time at all and shatter to the ground like fragile glass. - Viktor