Yuuri stumbled forwards, trying his best to return to his hotel. His phone, his wallet, his ring, all gone. Stolen from him.
He felt his body getting weaker with each step forward. He was dizzy now. It seemed like he couldn’t even feel the ground beneath him. And then, he found himself on the ground, both hands now covering the bleeding wound. He closed his eyes, his breath labored.
“Help! HELP!” he tried his best to scream, hoping that somehow, someone would hear him.
The moment he heard the cry, Victor began to run. When he came around the corner, he saw Yuuri, and his eyes filled up with angry tears as he hurried forward and pulled his phone out instantly to call for an ambulance. He panted nervously and knelt down beside him, resting his hand in Yuuri’s hair. Once the call was finished he leaned down and held onto him. ❝ I’m here, I’m here…help is coming, alright? ❞ he breathed softly, still trembling in fear.
