Beauty | Victor Nikiforov X Male Reader

Chapter 9

I can't stand it here.

I want to be a supportive brother, I love Yuuri, but why. Every time I think of Victor jealousness fills me, and I hate it.

Every time I think about Victor, my chest hurts, my stomach hurts, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I managed to sit through Yuuris performance, aka I wasn't paying attention at all, but now I had to meet him and tell him 'how well he did' even though I can't even watch it.

We walked down there, towards him and Victor, I could tell Yuuri was all over Victor, his love for him was obvious, through my ears of course, but could I figure out how Victor felt about Yuuri? No.

My anxiety just decided it, decided that Victor loved him, and would never love me.

Halfway through our conversation, I had to excuse myself, I couldn't breath, I was going to throw up.

And by 'excuse myself' I mean, stop mid-sentence and sprint to the toilets, not bothering to close the cubicle door behind me.

I held my head over the toilet, and threw up.

At first it was normal, until a copper flavour filled my mouth, along with a nature flavour?

I looked at my hand and the toilet.

There was blood, and flower petals.

I had thrown up flowers, and more were coming.

I threw up a few more times before anyone rushed in to see why I'd ran off so quickly.

I couldn't retain consciousness and passed out on the bathroom floor.

I felt someone holding my body, and the last thing I heard before I completely lost consciousness was.

"SOMEBODY CALL 911"

I couldn't make out if it was Yuuri or Victor saying it, it sounded like both of them. But as I lost consciousness, I couldn't remember a thing