I was getting shaken awake. I was cold. I reached around for a blanket, but couldn't find any. "Aki," a worried voice called out to me. I pried open my eyes to ses Naomi crouching over me with fear in hed boice. My sleeves and pant legs were pushed up. She must have checked if I had cut myself. What scared me the most, I was on the ice. I thought back what happened. I was at practice, and I came over to talk about our plan for the finals.
"You're going to the doctors," she rold me, as she picked me up off the ice. That is why I was sitting alone in a doctor's office. Be for either left my doctor in Japan referred me to one in St Petersburg, so it wasn't like I didn't completely distrust them.
There was a knock on the door before the doctor entered. She looked to be of Japanese descent. It wasn't strange, I've seen u lenty in the time I lived in Russia. "Hello, I'm Doctor Polpivitch," they reached their hand out to me, "Its nice to meet you Akira." I gave her a small smile and a nod of the head.
She sat down in the chair, and logged into the computer. "I've been reading through your file," she told me, "Quite a medical history you got there. Anxiety from a young age, weight loss problems, depression, then a skating accident, then testosterone, and now vision loss from brain damage."
"What can I say I'm a mess," I forced a laugh out with confessing the truth. She shook her head at my attempt of humor.
"So what brings you in today?" she asked, "But there is something I want to talk to you about..." She seemed a bit nervous about what's to come.
"Well my coach made me come in, cause I fainted on the ice yesturday," I told her, "I wasn't moving or anything, just calasped." I shrugged. I didn't think there was anything to it. I'm used to fainting.
"I think that is related to what I want to talk about," she sighed, typing away on the computer. "Akira you are extremely under weight. You've lost almost one hundred pounds since the last time you got weighted. You're body is very malnourished, and with your vigorous activity, its not healthy."
I knew I wasn't eating a lot, but I have been eating more than usual. Vesides it usually hard for me to lose weight. Appeariently that changed. "I want to put you in a three thousand calorie diet, and no exercising until you are a healthy weight. You should come in once a month, and don't binge eat to try and gain weight, its not healthy for your weight to change room quickly."
"Umm I I have the Grand Prix Final, and I also got to a music school, and Im required to tale dance classes," It told her. I needed to stay active. I couldn't just sit around and do nothing, I needed to prepare. The doctor sighed, and leaned back into the desk chair. She seemed to be in thought.
"We could raise the number of calories you need to intake, and maybe some dietary supplements, but I don't want to add more medicine onto you," she sighed, talking to herself. "The Grand Prix is in December, which its only a month away." She turned her head to me, settlinf on a decision.
"You need to take in four thousand calories until the Grand Prix," she told me, which was double what the average person should intake on a daily bases, "After that I want you to come see me again, and we can now adjustments." I nodded. I was perfectly fine with it.
The moment I told Naomi about it she ran out to buy me a bunch of calories rich food, and made me a strict deal schedule. It was sorta annoying, cause I would be in the middle of working on a song and should come in and force me to eat.
"You look pale," Yuri commented when he saw me sitting on the couch. He had come over to hang out. Its been a while since it was sjust the two of us. I missed that.
"I know," I said, I tried wearing makeup to make me look healthy, but it wouldn't help. Everything I've been eating doesn't stay down. Its really been affecting me. Im guessing because I can't even keep my meds down anymore, and I was too nervous to tell anyone of the development. "Oh I have something for you," I said, having a smile on my face for once. I went into my room and grapped the SD card.
"What is it?" he asked. Looking ar it closer.
"It's Sarah Mei's next album," I told him, with a proud smile, "It won't come out until the new year, but I get all the final songs, so I copied them, and put them on the sd for you." I reached otver and booped his nose. He instantly stuck it into his phone and started listening to it.
What if he doesn't like it? That one question, that one question sent me into a spiral. Somehow my brain made its way to him not wanting to be friends with me. I soon couldn't breath, or hear. I reache DUP and covered my mouth as I felt an overly familiar surging noise. I ran to the bathroom and emptied whatever o had left in me stomach. I slow down onto the ground and started crying as I ferociously scratched at my arms.
I couldn't hear. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel anything. I just scratched harder, trying to feel anything. My arm flaired up in pain, causing more tears, but a smile. I could feel. The pain disappeared as soon as it came. I tried to scratch again, except my arms wouldn't move.
I started hyperventilating. My head was pulled up to make me look t something. My eyes met ones of green-blue. They were laced with tears. I got lost in them and realized how shallow my breathing had been getting shallow, and I was on the way to fainting. The slower my breaths got the more I could hear. Aki, are you alright?" Yura asked me once he could tell I regained some stability.
"I'm sorry you needed to see me like that," I told me, pushing his arms off me, "Can you not tell Naomi." I didn't want her to worry about me nore than she already was. I got up and went to the sink to clean out the beed cuts I inflicted on my arm.
"Aki," he sighed, "What was that about?" He seened truly worried. I knew I couldn't go through this alone. Naomi was trying her best, but she had her family to look after too.
I sighed, and gave in to telling him. It felt right though, like I wanted him to know. I wanted him to help me. I wanted him by my side.
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Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)
أدب الهواةYou'd look at my life, and think I had everything. I was a national figure skating champion. I was secretly and internation music sensation. I had a family that loved me. More talent than anyone would ever wish for. And I had yet to graduate highsch...