Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Victor: Perform

⚠️ WARNING: Depicts a scene of injury.
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(Your P.O.V.)
I skated onto the ice, warming up my legs and my arms. I wore a heavy jacket, covering my performance uniform. The ice was smooth and I was gliding on it peacefully, my body in complete control. I ran through my piece in my head, the choreography flying through my brain. I had practiced long and hard to try and perform this to the best of my ability. Now that the time was here, I was nervous.
    I went off the ice, waiting for my turn in the locker room. I took off the jacket, setting it on the bench and looking at myself in the mirror. The leggings were flesh-colored, matching my (skin color) skin tone. My face was heavily applied with makeup, making me look almost unrecognizable. My (hair color) hair was pinned up, styled beautifully. My piercing eyes looked at my reflection. Would I truly nail this?
    "Representing the country of (home country), it's time to welcome, (your name) (your last name)!"
    I rushed out and skated onto the ice, waving to the crowd. They cheered and smiled. I looked over and saw Victor sitting in the stands. His eyes widened when he saw me; he had never seen me dolled up before. I looked so different, so...grown up. He blushed.
    I got into the middle of the ice and into my starting position. The music began. I waved my arms gracefully and began to skate, remembering the choreography I had learned. Victor watched in anticipation, his eyes glossing over in concentration.
    I jumped and spun, landing it perfectly. I skated backwards slightly as the music changed tempo, waiting for the big build-up. I stopped skating and looked ahead, waiting for the beat. As soon as it hit, I began to skate again, gaining speed. I jumped into the air, spinning as fast as I could.
    When I landed, the blade on my skates tilted. My ankle rolled, and I fell onto the ground, smashing my head into the ice. I blacked out for a few seconds, hearing the crowd gasp. Victor shot straight up, his eyes filled with worry. "No!"
    I laid on the ice, panting heavily. I looked at the ceiling, my brain mush. I could hardly think straight, let alone skate normally. I continued to lay there as the emergency medical team came onto the ice, asking me questions.
    I slowly sat upright and gripped my head, which was pounding like a drum. The audience clapped as I was led off of the ice, still holding my head. The commentators were speaking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
    I stepped back onto the padding of the locker room and ripped off my skates, throwing them down onto the ground. I was angry. I had always landed that jump. Why was this time different? Was it because Victor was there? I gripped my head and stomped my feet, the pain growing even worse.
    "Where is she?" I heard a familiar voice yelling through the hallway. "I need to see her!"
    Victor came into the locker room. He saw me, his eyes filled with concern. I looked at him, my hair a mess and my makeup smudged from tears of pain and sadness. He sighed, taking out a handkerchief.
    "Does it hurt?" he asked, gently wiping the dripping mascara off of my cheeks.
    "Huh?" I asked, my mind completely messed up. I couldn't think straight. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."
    Victor frowned. "That's not what I asked. I'm taking you to the hospital."
    Victor leaned down and grabbed my skates. He took me by the hand and led me into the lobby. He quickly draped his coat around me and led me to his car, which was waiting out front. He climbed in, pulling me in with him. The throbbing in my head was unbearable. I shook with agony.
    "Take us to the hospital," Victor commanded.
    When we got there, they immediately took me back for a CT scan. Victor waited in the lobby for a few hours before the doctor came back out. Victor looked at the doctor, his gaze piercing.
    "Don't worry so much, Victor," the doctor said, laughing and patting his arm. "She just has a concussion and a twisted ankle. We'll monitor her condition overnight."
    Victor let out a breath of relief. "Can I see her?"
    The doctor nodded. "She's in room 438."
    Victor walked down the hallway. He looked at his hand, his frown deepening. He knew he could have stopped time and prevented me from getting injured. But the gaze he felt...he knew it would be dangerous to reveal his Evol. He scanned the room numbers until he found mine.
    There was a soft knock at the door. I turned and answered. "Come in." I watched as Victor opened the door, smiling slightly. I smiled back, my head less painful due to the medicine. "Victor."
    "That was a nasty fall," Victor said, frowning. "Are you sure you're okay?"
    I nodded. "They have me on painkillers, so I don't feel much." I took a deep breath and ran a hand over the lump that had formed on my skull. "I don't get it. I never once fell that hard when I practiced the jump. Why did I hit the ice so hard this time?"
    Victor frowned. "I have no idea. This was the first time I've seen you skate."
    I turned away shyly. "You must think I'm a klutz."
    Victor laughed and gently took your hand. "You're a klutz, with or without ice skates."
    "Gee, thanks. Way to knock a person when they're down."
    "Come on, (your name). You know I don't mean it rudely." Victor kissed the back of my hand, rubbing it gently. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
    I sighed and placed my other hand over his. "Stay with me tonight."
    Victor smiled. "I won't leave your side."
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Kiro...Kiro...ack!
    I have no clue what to write about with Kiro!! I'm stuck!
    See you in the next one!