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[Yuuri isn't the only one summoned by that scream. Yurio appears in the doorway, pale and a little winded from bolting up the stairs to investigate, and he scans the room with a frantic look before settling on Viktor in concerned confusion.]

What happened?

[ Viktor who looks fine (and mostly naked) sitting up in bed?? He's staring at his phone with wide eyes though, his skin paler than usual. He turns his face up after a few seconds, staring at Yuri and looking like he had just gotten news that Makkachin died or something equally horrifying. ]

Tohru's ... hurt ...

[Ugh does this mean he needs to pretend to care about that asshole now? As much as he'd like to not have to deal with whatever was going on with Adachi, there's no way he can brush off how gutted Viktor looks over it. He hadn't seen that sort of look on him since he fell into the pit in De Chima.

He steps into the room, eyes flicking from Viktor to the phone and back again.]

How hurt?

His hand was—was cut off.

[ Viktor's voice just sounds so small and lost right then. ]

[Okay, wow, that is actually incredibly alarming whether he likes Adachi or not, but even more alarming is how lost Viktor sounds. That more than the horrific nature of the injury really solidifies how bad a situation this is.]

H...how?

[ Viktor's eyes drop down to his phone again, but they just sort of meander down to it as if he really was lost looking between the two points. ]

He said something about a laser sword ... an accident.

[Yuri sucks in a sharp breath and throws a hand out to brace himself on the dresser. He's not as shocked by this at Viktor is. It leaves him with enough clarity to realize what a laser sword must be.]

You mean a light saber?

[Like the one Grievous had menaced him with. Fuck, how close had he come to actually becoming a target for that alien bug?]

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[ Viktor slowly looks back up, still looking lost, but he's starting to focus on Yuri now. ]

I don't know, he just said laser sword.

... I can ask him?

—No. Fuck, he just lost his hand, he doesn't need...

[Whether he liked the guy or not, he wasn't about to bombard him with questions while he was dealing with this, and he especially wasn't going to make Viktor do it while he looked this wrecked.]

... Where is he? You want to see him now, don't you?

[ Viktor was already typing out the question, like giving him something to do rather than sit there and fret helped him come out of his shock. ]

At the hospital. He says he's okay, but—how can he say that? It's his hand.

[ He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as he hits send on his message. ]

If the nanites in his hand are still active, there might be a chance they can ... they can reattach his hand. I can't believe I'm saying something like that in all seriousness ...

You saw how well they worked on my knee.

[Yuri finally crosses the room to the bed, a little pale himself now.]

Which hospital? What city?

Uh, I'm not sure yet.

[ When Yuri comes close, he'll be able to see the small tremor in Viktor's hand as he taps out a message on the phone; it's subtle, Viktor resting his arms and hands against his lap, but he's had to delete more than a few misspelled words before sending. ]

He says if they can't reattach it, he'll have to get a prosthetic. I asked about the healers he's talked about, but he's never heard of anyone healing a—a severed limb.

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[Something twists in his chest, and he climbs into the bed to lean against Viktor's side, much like a cat that has decided this is where it belongs now.]

The nanites have to work. If they can fix a shattered knee, they can do anything.

[ Viktor leans against him without even thinking about it, hands gripping the sheets while he waits for a reply back. ]

Maybe ... maybe it's because all the pieces were still in your leg? And the nanites could knit it all back together? But if his hand is completely separated ...

But people get limbs reattached all the time! They just have to... [He gestures as if sticking something together.] Start it. Shouldn't the nanites do the rest then?

I don't know. I don't—

[ Whatever else he was going to say is cut off by the notification sound from his phone, picking the device up off the sheets immediately; then his face falls. ]

Oh ... he's in Heropa, but he doesn't want me to come.

So what? Would you listen if me or Katsudon told you not to come right after we got hurt?

[ He turns his head to look at Yuri like he's actually offended by that question. ]

Of course I wouldn't.

Then don't listen to him either. Get dressed.

[ He blinks, looking down at him with wide eyes. ]

Yura ...

[Yuri meets his gaze with his trademark flatly irritated frown.]

I don't like the guy, but I'm not that much of an asshole. He matters to you, right?

So get dressed.

[ He stares at Yuri for a few beats before he wraps both arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. ]

[Yuri grumbles half-heartedly and pushes at Viktor's shoulders.]

Put some clothes on before you get clingy!

Ah, right, right ...

[ He gives a squeeze before letting go completely, throwing back the covers to get up quickly. Thereby giving Yuri a nice view of his junk, but let's face it, he saw just as much in the onsen if not in the locker and changing rooms at various rinks. ]

You're coming too, right?

[Not to mention the locker rooms they must have shared.]

Of course I am. Someone has to keep an eye on you.

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