"In the past four years figure skating has become the favourite form of entertainement for vampires. It's a good thing that is the sport I decided to pick up.
Its all thanks to Victor Nikiforov really"
Ever wanted to see what life is like if Yuri an...
"If you escape your room one more time the nurses are going to loose their heads" Jewel says as he walks into Yuris hospital room. He's smiling, he looks happy. I guess somebody has to be.
"I'm fine. Plus, this room is nicer" I grumble, showing him the brace my arm has been put in. My injury is the least of my worries. I have to be here, by Yuris side. I can't rest without the sound of his heart monitor beeping away in the background. I only think the worst when I can't hear that sound.
Jewel got Yuri a wonderful room with a side that's all window, you can see all of Londons impressive sky scrapers from it and at night all the lights have a beautiful way of glowing. I wish he could see it too.
"You've still got blood in your hair" Jewel mumbles, tucking one side of it behind my ear. My eyes just stay on that heart monitor, watching the small and regular spikes it makes.
"I'm cutting it"
"Does that mean you'll be competing in the olympics?" He sits on the chair next to mine. I usually sit on the chair right next to Yuri but sometimes I like to put some space between us, so I sit against the opposite wall. I feel, if I can't see his face I can forget that he's not awake, that he's doing more than sleeping.
"No. I'm not doing anything until Yuris awake." I say flatly, my voice unsteady in tone. I want to cut my hair because a new leaf is being turned. All our sources of pain have been eliminated, according to Valentino Yuris curse died with Yakov, our tragic chapter has come to an end. I feel that somehow refreshing my appearance will help, I've lived too many of my worst moments with long hair. When Yuri wakes up we'll live good moments and we'll both look different.
"He'd want you to" I feel Jewels white cloak press against my good shoulder as he leans on me. It doesn't help too much if he's trying to comfort me.
"I got shot with a silver bullet two days ago Jewel" I give him a plain look before returning my eyes to the monitor. Even if Yuri wanted me to I couldn't skate. I couldn't smile at my fans, at the cameras, I couldn't take interviews because I know he'd be brought up and I wouldn't skate well without him awake and watching, like I'm sure he did before we even knew eachother.
"Sorry, it's just, when you get discharged I don't want you to spend all your days in here" he signals at the room, everything in here is ither white or wooden, impecably clean. I like it. It's a good place to just sit and think. I can't think now though, not with Jewel saying stupid things.
"My whole life is lying in that bed! What else could I possibly do?" I exclaim, pointing at Yuri, my voice cracking a little. I can't control it anymore, I don't bother to eather.
"I know Victor but if-" my hand goes up to cut him off.
"I know what you're doing Jewel and I know you're trying to help but please. Don't." What he wants to say, it's clear as day, he wants me to get back on the train of life in case Yuri never wakes up.
Well I bought two tickets for that train and I'm not letting one of them go to waste.
"At least eat. The nurses said you haven't touched any blood they've given you"
"I'm not hungry. Look, can I be alone?" I try to hold back the snappy tone because the last thing I want to be toward Jewel is disrispectful but he's bugging me about irrelevant things when all I need is peace and quiet.
"I'm worried about you, you're going yourself make yourself ill if you carry on like this"
"Get out. Please" I say weakly, getting out of my chair and standing at the window so I don't have to see his face. It feels so bad to reject somebody who's only trying to take care of me. I just don't want to be taken care of right now.
At the sound of the door shutting a breath I didn't know I was holding falls from my mouth. The dead quiet. Nothing but the heart monitor making noise, that's what makes me feel less on edge, more at peace.
"I bet you'd tell me off if you saw that huh Yuri?" I spin on my heel and face him, a melancholy smile on my face.
No responce. Just beeping. I don't know why I expected anything else.
"I remember... you got so upset when I was ill before" I aproach the chair next to his bed and sit heavily on it, watching his slim, colourless, relaxed expression with my same sad smile.
"You think maybe... if I got really ill again you'd wake up and shout at me?" I chuckle at the thought of him shooting up from the bed, fully awake and yelling at me for not sleeping, not eating, not taking care of myself at all. Because that's exactly what I'm doing.
"I've been wearing the same shirt for two days you know" murmur, tugging at the collar of the white dress shirt I've got on. It's not even white anymore, it's got blood, sweat and tears on it. Before I met Yuri nobody would ever catch me dead looking like this, like a drunkard that just came out of a violent bar fight. Then again, before I met Yuri I was my own priority, always making myself look as good as I could. Jesus, I was painfully shallow.
Another reason I like being here is because I can see a better version of Yuri. Whenever I blink I see the Yuri hooked up to the sinister cross, dirty and injured. It's refreshing to see a cleaner Yuri in clean sheets within a clean room. As soon as Valentino gave the green light the staff here groomed him thoroughly; cleaning his skin, mouth, hair and treating his wounds. They would have cut his hair too, if I hadn't told them not to. I remember Yuris bucket list read that he wanted to grow his hair out, I thought he should have the right to. It's long enough now to go in a small ponytail. I like the length, while it takes some of his cute points away it gives him more beautiful points, which I didn't think was possible.
"Morning Victor" my head jerks up and my eyes catch Valentinos. He's wearing a doctors white coat and holding a blue clipboard. He's only allowed to treat Yuri out of all the people in this tall hospital as most of the doctors here are human and don't understand his condition.
"We've ran all necessary tests and I can officially say he's in a comma." That is the assumption we had all made. The weight of it increases now that he's said it out loud.
"What kind of comma?" I ask, wanting more specific detail.
"The kind he can wake up from" Valentino smiles assuringly. I'm just hanging on can. Can doesn't mean will, can means he might or he might not.
"Don't make that face. I'm confident he'll make it" He clicks his pen and writes stuff on his clipboard paper before clicking it again and slipping it in his breast poket. He offers me one last smile before heading for the door. He stops before going through it though, "Your discharge papers will need signed tomorrow morning" then he's gone.
The first thing I'll do is get my hair cut. Then I'll come straight back and stay here for the rest of the day. Like I will everyday until I'm walking out of the hospital with Yuri by my side.
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Again, I could have done wayyy better butIdon'thavetime for re-writes :(
