[ More like twenty. He even tried using scissors until he realized you still need hands with that. The attempts to tear it open with his teeth didn't end well either. ]
[ This gift is too big for a box, so Hajime instead plants it in front of Viktor's door with a big bow on its head. There's also a sticky note that says 'look inside!'
Inside the sleeping bag there's a canvas tote bag containing a neatly folded and printed card, as well as a cellophane-wrapped packet of frosted sugar cookies and intricately decorated chocolate truffles. The canvas bag itself is covered in all kinds of Russian wordplay and puns.
'I hope you can be happy here too, so I thought these might make you smile a little! Merry Christmas! - Hajime' is printed on the inside of the card. ]
I've never had anything this big before except for the arm with Miles, but that wasn't a wound like this was. Cuts and scrapes heal within just a few minutes. I think it may take as long as my arm took to heal? So two or three days, maybe?
[ There's some sounds from Viktor's side of the call, something like fabric? A sleeves? Rustling against the phone before the unmistakable sound of the phone being dropped on the floor before it finally cuts off. It's just as hard to end a call as it was to answer it. :( ]
[ It really doesn't take him too much longer to get there—barely even ten minutes from the time Viktor finally managed to end the call. The front door practically slams open and then closes at a much more reasonable volume. ]
[ Here being in the kitchen, Viktor having given up and just put his hand under cold water again in the sink. He tired blocking the drain to make it fill up, but was only half-successful with it, the seal not perfect. At least he'd been able to get that much so he wouldn't have the pressure of running water over the blisters that have popped up. ]
[ Viktor takes them out of the water to let Yuuri see the full damage. Angry welts and blisters cover near the entirety of his palms; the way Yusuke had grasped the kettle made even the inside folds of his fingers red, raw, or blistered. Viktor can barely even flex his fingers like this. ]
[ Yuri can't help but let out a startled, sharply alarmed gasp. This is a much worse injury than he'd been expecting. Would the cream even be enough?? An uncomfortably long moment passes before he realizes he's frozen in place and reaches abruptly for the burn cream, fumbling with the cap. ]
[ Well... He sighs and squirts some of the cream directly onto Viktor's hand and gets a cotton swab to very gingerly spread it around in a layer that is probably too thick, but it makes him feel better. ]
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