Yuri!!! On Ice Book 1

Chapter 34

**Author's Note!**

Hey guys! So I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry, I've been reading a lot and have had a hard time focusing. This has been in my drafts for SO LONG but hopefully it'll be published today! I know there's been kind of a lot of -for lack of a better word I say- drama, recently and I'm sorry if you hate that! This can't be all fluff all the time, 80% yes, 100% no, because then there would be no plot. I hope you can deal with the drama and I understand if you hate it, sometimes I read Wattpad stories and just cringe with what happens. Especially in terms of injuries, sometimes it's just a bit painful to read, don't be mistaken, I'm not saying my writing's any better, just relating. Anyway, I hope the drama isn't super annoying and if my writing does do this to you, you have my sincerest apologies.

On a MUCH happier note, I have an announcement to make! This is a shoutout to

who in terms of being a reader goes above and beyond and, brace yourself, MADE ME A COVER!!! She made me a beautiful hand-drawn cover without even being asked and it's so cool! I'm going to change the cover of the story to it once it's done! (she's doing a small edit right now) I honestly can't express how amazing this is for me as a writer and as a human! Commenting on every chapter and voting on almost all of them you (I'm speaking right to you now lol) give me tons of support and it makes me indescribably happy. The kind of happy only literature and being on the ice can give me, so take that as a high compliment! Now back to speaking to every viewer, she not only is an amazing reader but also a terrific writer! Go check out her story; Living a Fantasy (A Yuri On Ice Fanfiction)!

Okay, gush over now, sorry that was SO long, but I felt it was necessary. I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!

**Time Jump to Two Weeks in the Future, November 14th**

Yuri's POV 1st Person

Victor's silent the entire way home, and as I pull into the driveway gets out without a word. By the time I catch up with him and shut the door against the cold he's already inside. Very fast for someone on crutches in the snow. But it's not like I can blame him, he was so excited for today and now, well- now he isn't. It's been a shitty day.

"How about some hot chocolate?" I say in a falsely cheery voice, and when Victor doesn't give any indication that he heard me, go into the kitchen. I sigh as I dump our bags on the counter, the stark marble cold beneath my fingers. I glance toward the clock on the wall, 5:30, I should really start making dinner soon. I look around the room, normally warm and happy now seems grey and bleak. Oh well, I think, the mood fits the day. Inside the fridge, I find ingredients for several different meals. For a second I consider asking Victor what he'd like, but after a peek around the corner I decide he probably wants to be left alone. Katsudon it is.

Normally the smell of the dish cooking makes me happy and draws Victor to the kitchen begging for a taste. This time however I don't have an excited fiancee dancing at my heels and distracting me. I stir the sauce as it simmers and let the steam rising from it warm my face.

"Two weeks? But I was supposed to get it off today," The doctor shakes his head and repeats what he's already told us; 'It isn't healing right, your physical therapy isn't working, you need another two weeks on crutches before you can even think of skating again.' Victor looks crushed, and for such a happy person that's hard to do. I thank the doctor and take the sheet on recovery and care he's given me. I start to leave the small exam room when I realize I'm alone. I look behind me to find Victor still sitting frozen to his spot on the chair. I walk back to him and take his arm gently, he raises his face to mine, as if emerging from a deep reverie. He doesn't speak as we make our way through the door and into the car, he doesn't even seem to notice when I take his crutches from him and lay them in the back seat. I survey his face before turning over the ignition, he looks almost heartbroken. A veil of shock and despair blankets his features, but the look in his eyes is different, they look blank, hollow. Those expressive turquoise eyes that always betray his emotions are empty, a shell of what they once were. A shell of the person Victor once was.