yuuri going for a run during a winter morning. ironically slipping on a tiny patch of ice at the top of some concrete steps and somersaulting down the whole way. it's like five in the morning, so everyone else is snoozing. also his phone breaks on the way down.
HOLY SHIT. OOH MY GOD. OHHHHH MY GOD. THIS IS TOO GOOD. i absolutely love this trope. holy shit. you hit the nail on the head with this one oh my god
- imagined if it happened in russia?? where everything is unfamiliar to yuuri???
- it’s very, very early and there aren’t hardly any people out yet.
- viktor is still sleeping back at the apartment. yuuri just wants to go for a run, like he’s done many times.
- he doesn’t wake viktor up or leave a note to tell him he’s leaving or where he’s going, because he’ll be back in half an hour anyway. viktor’s tired from training and coaching and yuuri wants to let him sleep.
- it’s a long set of stairs in a secluded area.
- he doesn’t even see the ice. his foot hits it and he has absolutely no hope of stopping the momentum that throws him down the steps head first.
- the fall is a complete blur. something cracks, but he doesn’t know what.
- when he comes to a stop at the bottom, in a terribly mangled heap, the air’s been completely knocked from his lungs. he can’t breathe and he can’t move
- it takes a long time until he can take little hitching gasps of air.
- when he does, the pain hits, and it hits hard. it hits everywhere. for a while he can’t even pinpoints the places he was injured, but gradually the pain moves into localized areas.
- it starts in his shoulder first. something is definitely very wrong there, but he doesn’t want to move it to find out what. there’s a place on his shin that’s in absolute agony, and something feels like it’s digging into his side. there are other places that hurt, too, but he can’t tell if he’s very injured or if they’re just scrapes and bruises, because he’s sure he has a lot of those.
- his head also hurts, but it’s a dull pain.
- he’s panicking. he’s lying at the bottom of a staircase in st. petersburg, a good few kilometers from viktor, and it’s 5 am so there are no people around and he can’t get up.
- he’s terrified to move because he knows he’s injured badly, but he doesn’t know how badly. he knows something is very, very wrong, and he can’t work up the nerve to try to assess the injuries.
- he lies there for a long, long time, trying to keep from hyperventilating. he’s definitely crying.
- by the time he works up the courage to pull his uninjured arm from underneath him, he’s shaking from head to toe and the pain hasn’t faded at all.
- he very, very carefully pulls his phone from his pocket, a huge feeling of relief building in his chest.
- but then his phone won’t turn on. it’s completely dead. yuuri is filled with sheer, icy terror.
- that’s also when he notices the blood leaking out from under his head.