Yuris Secret!! (YurionICE!!!)

-9: Care-

I got no idea how long we sat there, before the pain slowly subsides to just a dull ache. I wait a little longer before I lift my head a little and look at Yuuri. I was more that grateful, that he didn'ttry to help me or do something. The way his hand stayed on my shoulder all the time was everything I needed.

"Let's go home.", I say.

"You're alright to go?"

"Yeah."

I get up and feel the soreness in my body. Slowly and slightly limping I walk next to Yuuri back to his car. I feel his eyes on me, ready to catch me if I fell. After a hot bath and something to eat I fall down into my bed. Exhausted from the days events.

I was kinda surprised that Yuuri didn't hoover around me all the time. He did hold his promise and didn't tell Victor anything. He was almost so disinterested that it hurt just a little bit. I thought he would freak out and that I would need to dare him to say anything. But he was just normal. Like always. Well I felt his eyes on me during training but he never said a word. Days and weeks filled with hard training went by and soon the Grand Prix would start.

"Yuri. Start again. You're getting sloppy to the end.", Victor calls from the side.

"Shut up. I know!", I shout back and take the first position. I grit my teeth at the pain that flashes through my leg. Taking a deep breath I concentrate on the performance. This time I get through it fluidly and without any problems. I do it again and again pushing back the pain that steadily grew in my knee. If I really want to win gold, my performance needs to be more than perfect. No matter how much I hurt or not.

I twas already getting dark outside when Yuuri and Victor convinced me to end the training for today. I was slightly limping by then trying to lessen the pressure to my hurting stump. Slowly I went into the locker room to change when Yuuri joins me.

He looks at me skeptically.

"What do you want?!", I ask annoyed. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his worries. I pull my pants down, knowing Yuuri wouldn't care. Neither because of me being half naked nor because of the prostheses.

"YURI!", he suddenly calls quiet worried. With two long steps he kneels infront of me and carefully touches the visible flesh above my prostheses. I flinch slightly at the pain the touch causes and pull my leg away.

"What the hell!", I yell back.

"Your leg is all red and swollen!", he says and looks at me seriously.

"It's normal after a day of hard training.", I say casually pulling fresh pants over my legs, covering the swollen flesh. Ignoring the pulsing pain inside my leg that's beating in the same rhythm as my heartbeat.

Yuri frowns at me. "I just want you to take care of yourself. I now how hard training can be and I've got two legs. I don't want to imagine how hard it is for you.", he says.

"Shut up!", I say and get up and leave the room.

*YUURISPOV*

I watch Yuri leave the looker room. I'm worried. He was trying so hard that he might fall right back down. His leg felt hot to the touch and I was more than sure that it shouldn't be normal that it was as swollen and red as it was now.

When we got home I immediately called my doctor to get more information about artificial legs. I wanted Yuri to reach his dream but that would only work, when he was will take care of himself like he needs to. After a long talk with my doc I run up the stairs to Yuris room. I open the door to find him curled to a tight ball in his bed. His back to me. Slowly I step closer to him and sit down on the side of his bed. He was fast asleep and I couldn't bring myself to wake him up. I sigh and leave quietly again. I walk back to the kitchen and grab an ice pack from the freezer. I sneek back into Yuris room and carefully pull the light blanket away from his legs. Slowly I place the ice pack on his still red and very warm stump. He mumbles something in his sleep but soon I see his features relax a little. I would talk in the morning with him.

The next morning came and went. I couldn't find a moment alone with Yuri to talk to him. So came the next days and still I we haven't talked about his condition. Regularly I sneaked into his room to cool his knee and thankfully it seems to help with the swelling.

A few days later I finally decided to talk to him. The Grand Prix was coming closer and Yuri was to close to crashing everything again. I wouldn't let that happen. After a long day of rather harsh training I see Yuri lean against the railing, all his weight on his right leg. His head hanging low, his shoulders moving up and down with every breath he takes.

Slowly I walk over to him. For a moment I just stand there not knowing how to start.

"Yuri?", I ask and wait for him to look up. "I wanted to talk to you."

"So?!", he grumbles.

"I just wanted to make sure that your alright and taking care ofyourself."

"Yeah.. will do.", he answers shortly and steps off the ice. I can see the grimace across his face when he moves his left leg. Slowly he walks to the locker room and I follow him. The fact that he wasn't screaming at me or running away, was an clear indicator for his exhaustion and pain.

"Yuri. I can tell that your trying ot do your best. But I see although the way you move. Almost every step is hurting you. I don't like to see you hurting. And thought you don't want to hear it, but if you continue like this you won't win the Grand Prix!"

"What do you know!", he suddenly screams back at me. "You know nothing! So stop telling me what to do! I need to train, so I can beat you, Victor, JJ and all the others! Now leave me the fuck alone!"

"Training is not everything! You need to take care of your stump! You need to be in a physical good shape! Your physical condition right know will tear you apart and you will repeat your mistake from last season!"

Yuri just stares at me. His eyes wide in disbelieve, before he lowers his head and walks to his bag without a word. For a second I'm worried I went to far.

"Yuri.. I'm just worried about you. I can see how hard you fight and I really want to compete against you at the Grand Prix. I don't want to force you to rest or something but I want you to take care of your stump."

I watch him slump down onto the bench. He looks at me. His light blue eyes shining with wetness. Tears?! I was more then surprised.

"Yuri", I whisper and sit down next to him.