Aurora - (n.) dawn.

''It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.'' - Roald Dahl

Viktor

Finally. The waiting paid off, and now I can finally know what happened to Yuuri.

It's felt like days that I have been in this state. This constant bubble of worries and fears, like I was some sort of zombie.

I haven't thought about anything else except for Yuuri and his wellbeing since the accident. But he may be okay.

Everything may be okay. He will wake up, and give me a goofy lopsided smile, and I would jump him in a warm embrace and tell him everything I was feeling.

And I won't regret one bit of it.

My foot impatiently tapped and tapped against the elevator floor, as the floor numbers went up and up to the ICU.

I glanced to Yurio, who has a blank expression on his face, his mouth in a straight line but I could see the impatience and concern in his eyes.

''They better give us straight answers, or I'll punch someone.'' He muttered under his breath.

I couldn't help but smirk at him. I agree. It was three in the morning, and even though I was exhausted beyond belief, I was always ready for a fight.

The elevator let a small bing once we reached the floor, and it took a long agonizing second for the doors to split open.

Before they were fully opened, I squeezed out of the crack and began sprinting to the waiting room, Yurio close behind.

I panted heavily as I ran down the hall I just walked down a few hours before. Feeling depressed, and hating life.

Now my thoughts have manifested into something better. I still feared oblivion and what was waiting for me ahead, but I now had that little spark of hope that was flickering in my brain and my state of mind was much better.

Once I reached the corner, I pivoted on my heel and ran to see Yuko, Takeshi, Yuuri's parents, and a flustered looking Phichit standing around a middle-aged doctor.

I ran over to them, avoiding all urges to collapse on the nearest chair and stood next to Phichit.

He looked over to me, smiling small at first but the panic was evident on his face. He was still wearing a parka and a hat, probably only just arriving.

''We're all here now, please explain!'' Yuko practically begged the doctor.

The doctor who was tall and well-built had spotted pale skin and beady brown eyes that were covered by square shaped glasses. His hair, which used to be black was now turning an ashy colour grey from age. Sleep deprivation was evident in his eyes and wrinkled skin. If you ignore the wrinkles and creases he didn't look much older than forty. Obviously, the medical field seemed to have aged him by at least a decade.

He nodded to me, and to Yurio who must have been behind me and straightened the collar of his white uniform.

''I appreciate you all for taking the time and waiting for Mr. Katuski,'' He started, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

''Oi, can you just get one with it?'' Yurio spat, and I saw Phichit punch his shoulder.

The doctor sighed and gave us a sympathetic look.

''Before I get into things, you all should know that Yuuri is physically alive.'' I looked to see Yuuri's mom let out a sob of relief as she leaned more into her husband's arms who kept a stoic look on his face.

''Physically?'' Phichit questioned.

''The hit by the car was already very severe. Because of the impact, his body has some severe cuts and contusions, as well as a minor spinal cord injury and fractures to the ribs, pelvis, arm and leg bones.''

I heard Yurio's breath hitch, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid, but I still kept my eyes locked on the doctor.

The doctor looked towards me and saw my glare and looked to the ground. He sighed once more and bit his lip as he removed his glasses and rubbed his face.

''Unfortunately, that is not the worst part of Yuuri's condition.'' He started, regaining his composure and putting his glasses back on.

''You see, the impact from the car was not the only impact in this accident. The initial car impact is what gave Yuuri the majority of his more minor injuries, but the force from the car propelled him backwards and he hit his skull against the pavement.''

''Meaning what exactly?'' I almost snapped wanting the doctor to get to the point, and to stop sugar coating, and taking his sweet time with everything.

The doctor met my eyes once more, but he didn't seem affected by the threatening tone of my voice.

''Yuuri has Cerebral Edema which is swelling to the brain. We had to do an emergency Decompressive craniectomy to remove part of the skull to allow the brain room to swell and to avoid squeezing it. We believe the surgery was successful but we don't know what sort of damage has already been done. He is currently in a coma showing no signs of waking up, and if he ever does may have severe brain damage.''

No one said a word. Coma? Brain damage? Yuuri's mother couldn't handle it anymore and was guided out of the room by her husband. I saw Takeshi collapse on a chair, his eyes full of fear as he placed his head in his hands.

Yuko stood there, her hand covering her mouth as she let out a choked sob, not being able to keep her emotions hidden anymore.

Phichit stood there stunned, not moving an inch. His skin had gone pale but showed no signs of crying. Just complete shock and silence.

Yurio had left the room again. I knew he shared the same emotions as all of us, but would rather die than let anyone see them.

As for myself, I did not cry, and I was able to keep my balance and composure, even though my body ached and begged to be let go. Even though my eyes were burning and begged to let out a few tears. Even though my throat was scratchy and wanted to let out some sort of noise of sob. But all I could do was listen to my heart beating in my ears.

Thump, thump, thump. It went, at such an unsteady beat, going faster than it would after a hard workout.

What have I done? How could I let this happen? This whole thing is my stupid fault because I wanted Yuuri to get new skates. Why the fuck did I let him go out in this horrible weather? Yuuri is too young for this, he is the least person in the world to deserve this. I should be the one in the coma. Not him.

God, I'm such a failure and a disgrace. I'm a terrible coach, my only student will probably never be able to skate again and it's all my fault.

I haven't wanted to die as much as I did in this moment. I never hated myself as much as I did in this moment. Why can't I go back in time, why can't I prevent this all from happening?

I need to see him. I need to see Yuuri with my own eyes.

''Can I see him?'' I asked out loud to the doctor. He looked at me a bit surprised that I was asking questions again so quickly compared to the others.

The doctor looked reluctant at first, but then gave in and nodded his head.

At that moment Yuuri's parents came back into the room, and any hope of seeing him left me since I knew his parents would be the first priority.

''Are you Yuuri's parents?'' The doctor asked, and they both nodded.

''You may see your son if you like, but then I recommend that you all get some rest. Since I suspect you to be at the hospital more frequently.''

Yuuri's parents nodded again, and then his mother's eyes drifted to me.

''Can Viktor come with us as well? I know Yuuri would like it if he was there too.'' I held my breath not expecting her to say that. I would have thought they wanted to be alone with their son.

''Of course.'' The doctor said, giving me a small smile which I was too tired to return.

I turned to Phichit, Takeshi, and Yuko who all nodded at me, allowing me to go.

I quickly followed behind the doctor and Yuuri's parents as we made our way down the hall and to the door of a room.

The doctor slowly opened the door, and I held my breath as I waited for him to open it completely.

He finally did, and he lead us into the room and that's where I saw him.

The first thing I thought of was how small he looked in the big hospital bed, the blanket swallowing him up right underneath his shoulders. Even though the accident only just happened, he looked thinner and frailer than he did this morning.

His cheeks were more hollowed and his eyes more sunken in. My thoughts went back to the first time I met him, and how chubby he was, and I wished he could look like that again.

The second thing I noticed is that his hair was shaved off. His head wrapped in bandages, but I could see the sloppy job the nurses must have done with shaving his beautiful sickly black hair off. Not that I'm complaining, they needed full access to his skull to do the surgery, and save his life.

A big oxygen mask was over his mouth, helping to keep him alive, and covering some of the discoloration and bruises on his now pale face. There was also a cut on his cheek which was now stitched and covered with a bandage.

The hospital gown he was wearing looked too big for him and was slipping off his shoulder and revealing his bruised collar bone. If you looked closely you could see the beginning of more white bandage, and I remembered that the doctor mentioned broken ribs.

His right arm was covered with a thick blue cast, with only his fingers poking out which I saw were black from bruising as well. His other arm had an IV running through it.

I know Yuuri isn't too fond of needles, which brought me back to a memory where I had to almost drag him by the legs to the local nurse to get his annual flu shot. I'm glad he was unconscious when they inserted this one in.

His left leg was elevated in the air, also wrapped severely in a cast. With this one, you couldn't even see the slightest bit of skin poking out.

I didn't think he would look this bad. He looked like complete hell, and that he should be dead. I now regretted almost snapping at the doctor, and being mean to other medical staff in my past, because I know that those kinds of people are the ones that kept my precious student alive, and I am beyond grateful.

But Yuuri doesn't deserve to be here. He should be at home, comfortable in his bed right now, preparing for a new day of skating and training. Instead, he was here, and who knew when he would get out.

Yuuri's parents were obviously stunned and made no move to approach their son, so I decided to make the first step.

I slowly made my way towards his bed, sitting at the edge, and grabbing his good hand and rubbing circles against his thumb.

''Yuuri…'' I whispered, almost letting a tear slip out but refused to.

At this moment the doctor decided to say something.

''You know, sometimes those in comas can still hear the real world and actually sometimes respond to sounds and their loved ones. Feel free to talk to him, and let us know if he makes any movement.''

I turned to the doctor and nodded my head in gratitude then turned back to Yuuri.

''Don't worry, I don't plan on leaving your side,'' I whispered, grabbing his hand and placing it to my lips.

''Let's fight this together.''

Wow I completly suck sorry for not updating sooner lol.

The usual stupid school was on my mind and I had no time or motivation to actually write, but now that I have a break from school I decided to write the next chapter!

Man, poor Yuuri. I feel so bad for writing him like this, but I can't help itttttttttt

Ehh I actually don't know what else to say.. I stayed up until 1 in the morning to write this so my eyes are getting sore and I'm tired haha

I saw moonlight today, and I cried. It was such a good movie.

But happy easter everyone, if you celebrate! I don't, so I just spend this break as time off school and it's always a blast.

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