The look on Victor's face just confirms his fears as the older man shushes him.
"It'll be okay Yuuri, I called a paramedic."
Victor's frantically petting Yuuri's sweat slicked hair, pushing it away from his face, and using his body to block Yuuri's view of his own injury.
Yuuri tries not to think about, not to relive the past minute since he has hit the side wall and the ice all at once and heard the sickening, unnatural snap.
He lets himself cry.
Yuuri can't help it. He can't breathe. The pain is so searing, like ten thousand needles right below his knee. He'd always heard that broken bones felt numb, but this is no where near that.
The sense of his limb is dulled, but only from the way it normally feels. He can't move it, or feel it move like normal, but aside from that there is no 'numb' just the hot burning fire of injury.
He doesn't know how something could feel so severe with no blood.
He looks at Victor's soothing face to try and calm himself but that's just another mistake.
Yuuri can see it.
It's in the pinched line of Victor's soft pink lips. In the slight flare of his nostrils as he breathes with Yuuri. It's written on every worry drenched line of Victor's face, and highlighted in his watery eyes.
This is it.
Yuuri will never skate again.
