You Matter⇾Viktor X Yuuri // Yoi Fanfiction

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"Viktor!!" The room rang as his body began to instantly sting and weaken. The room spun and his vision blurred due to the overwhelming pain in his abdomen. Everything was too loud, and all he could hear was shouting.
"Viktor! -Let me fucking go you son of a bitch!" Was that... Yurio?
A pained wail followed by another painful sting to his stomach passed causing him to fall. Before he knew it, he was left in the room...alone.

The last thing he heard was Yuuri screaming before silence overtook the atmosphere.

His breathing paced faster as he looked down at his stomach- that had been shot twice, dripping with blood.

Blood splashed out his mouth landing on the once untouched carpet. "...Sh-shit" He commented bitterly, instinctively closing in on himself.

Viktor could practically taste pennies now, but he couldn't die. Not now- not when he and Yuuri had everything they ever wanted. Not when they were so... happy. His life couldn't have just gotten fucking better just to end, right? Wrong.

That's not how the world works and Viktor was so lucky to find such a sweet caring man such as Katsuki Yuuri. He would force himself to crawl out the room and find help if he needed to.

Fumbling with his pockets, Viktor began wheezing- feeling himself slowly lose consciousness.

He was going to die.

His breathing began to slow as his world began to fade. Tears filled his eyes, I can't die. I can't...

Then a light sob filled his ears, "Okaasa..."

Viktor slowly lifts his head to see the same teenage boy from a little earlier. In a sense, he was reminded of himself as the black longish locks fell over his eyes, the now empty terrified green orbs staring at the elder woman the masked man had killed. He wanted to help the poor kid, but as every second passed and another thought of his came to mind, was where another second was wasted to which he could be getting help.

"Hey..." He basically whispered, still tasting the blood he'd thrown up.

The kid didn't move however, his blank eyes stayed on the woman. And he couldn't blame him...
"L- Look, I know sh-she was your family, right?..." Viktor gasped for air, the air he was running short on. "M- my family was t- taken too... And I finally just made a new one... S- so, please... Please help me get them b- back. I'll help you, but please...

Viktor held out his hand, unlocking his phone and handing it to the younger kid. But he still didn't move. His time was running short and his last hope wouldn't even help him.

Viktor's eyes rolled backward as his lids closed shut. Losing everything, his arm fell and his phone slipped out of his palm and made a thud onto the floor.

He was going to die now, wasn't he?

The boy turned his head in the direction of the odd man. He was likely dead... (I don't want more people to die.)

Earlier he was talking about family, would he help me find a new family if I help him?

His legs felt like jello as he made his way over to the seemingly dead man. (I don't want him to die.)

He scrolled through the phone and stared at the glowing screen. Was it 811 or 911?... Some people even say 611. He never had to call an ambulance until now. 911 will have to do as it's the most common...

Tapping the screen, the numbers entered '911' as he pressed the call button.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?"