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Chapter 1. Hospital
Yuri vomited just after waking up.
Even before he opened his eyes, he feels nauseous. He was on the edge of sleep and waking when pain hit him. Acute, pulsing pain inside the head. It was as if someone hit his head against the wall. Time after time. And once more. Acute pain in the skull did not go away.
Yuri opened his eyes slowly. Bright, white light blinded him for a moment. With difficulty, he turned his body to the right side. The bed creaked under his weight. The metal spring dug into his hip. He leaned forward, struggling with the quilt and simply vomited.
Relief was temporary.
The sun's rays filled the room. His eyes still ached from the excess of light inside the room. A strange, cold room that did not belong to him. Yuri did not know this place.
Why were the walls white? Where were all those posters that he hung on the walls? Why was there no furniture except the bed and bedside table? Where were the pictures of his grandfather and his mother? The headache intensified abruptly.
Where was his mother? She always woke him up before sunrise. He had to go to school. Where was his mother?
" Mom? " Yuri whisper softly.
Oh. Why was his voice so harsh? Rough, almost barren ... That's different. It always seemed to him that his voice was more squeaky. Is it through sleep? Or maybe pain or vomiting?
And his hands. They were bigger, covered with tiny, thin scars. His fingers were no longer plump and soft. Now they were beautiful, slender hands. They were similar to his mother's. They were even as cold as hers. He held his breath. Why did his hands look like this?
He was sick again. What happened here?
Uncertainty, he looked around. Only now did he see the drip and the needle stuck in his forearm. He felt the bile rising in his throat. He hated needles. He really hated needles. And hospitals. And that certainly was a hospital. Mom, where are you?
With a trembling hand, he pulled the duvet off. The purple bruise on his thigh did not hurt. He did not pulsate like his head, but he looked disgusting. A big, nasty bruise. He covered it back. However, he did not want to get up. What if he could not stand on his own feet?
The room door opened slowly. The nurse stopped at the door, holding a tray of medicines in her hand. She was just as surprised as Yuri.
" Mr. Plisetsky? "
Yuri looked at her and heard her, but he did not answer. Anyway, she did not look like he wanted any answer from him. The woman smiled gently at him and went to bed.
She set the tray on the table, avoiding vomit on the floor.
" Nausea after a concussion is normal. Do not worry about it, I'll clean up. "
Yuri remained silent, though he was more and more terrified. What concussion?!
" I'll give you a shot with an antibiotic and I'll go to the doctor to get you checked, okay? " She asked with a smile, taking the syringe from the tray.
" You are lucky, visiting hours have just begun, your friends should come soon. "
Yuri did not know if she spoke so much to calm him down or maybe she just liked to talk a lot. But that did not help at all. He did not know who the nurse was talking about. He did not have friends. He only had a mother and grandfather. And he just wanted to see them now.
" My ... my mother will come? " His voice was trembling. He was on the verge of crying, he knew it. For some reason there was a strange feeling that it did not suit him. But he often cried, so why was he now ashamed of it?
" Oh, I do not know, I've never seen her here. " The woman was confused. She must have seen the tears in his eyes. She touched Yuri's shoulder, squeezing it comfortably.
" Every day many people come, so I could not see your mother. "
The nurse smiled again. Now, however, this gesture was more uncertain.
" Are you okay? "
Yuri bit his lip.
" I don’t know. " He admitted honestly.
" My head, my head hurts a lot. "
The nurse nodded in a sign that she understood. She grabbed his arm gently, heeded his skin and dug a needle into his vein.
Yuri shuddered slightly. He barely felt anything because the headache was too strong.
" You have to be tired. After talking to your doctor you will definitely get something for pain and sleep. "
" I want now. I can not take it anymore. "
Yuri sounded like a child. But he was a child, so probably everything was fine, right?
" I can not give you medicine without the doctor's permission. "
The woman did not say a word anymore. She took the tray, looked at him for the last time and left the hospital room. Yuri was alone again. Only he and migraine.
Through the open door of the room he could see people walking in the corridor, silent but numerous voices reaching his ears. He did not know how much he waited - with a headache, a feeling of nausea and a feeling of crying.
The man who entered the hospital room did not look like a doctor. But Yuri did not know any doctor personally, so he could be wrong. He saw him for the first time. The man was old - he could be little younger than Yuri's grandfather.
As soon as the man made eye contact with him, Yuri was more than sure that he had seen him somewhere. He did not know where and when, but he saw him somewhere. But he certainly did not meet him personally …
The unknown man flushed on his face - probably from anger. For some reason, Yuri knew that he was angry. But why?
" Yuri Plisetsky, you do not even know how you worried us, just get out of this hospital! I swear that ... "
Yuri froze. Why would this guy shout at him? And how did he know his name and surname? Where was his mother and grandfather in such a moment? Why was he alone with this suspicious, screaming man?!
He grabbed his head. He had not the slightest idea how he felt. Fear gripped him. Wild, fearless and even more frightening. He did not know what the man was talking about. Yuri wanted to stay alone and wait for a doctor or family member.
The man came closer to Yuri. He must have noticed that something bad was going on.
" Yuri? " Yuri did not look at him. He stared at the white bedding, repeating the words of his grandfather in his mind. Yuri was a man, and men do not cry. Even if he wanted so badly to throw away all the bad emotions with tears.
" What's going on with you? "
Yuri did not answer. Was it so difficult to understand that he wants to stay alone?
" Should I go after a doctor, kid? " Yuri nodded. It was all the same to him, so long as this guy went away.
" Yakov, Yurio, are you okay? "
Yuri was not ready for another guest. Especially that the voice of the newcomer was as alien as the mentioned "Yakov". The voice could have been gentler, nicer and quieter, but he still was not associated with anyone he knew.
" Yurio, something hurts you, something with your head?! " Another voice was nervous and squeaky. Only Yuri's panic increased. Yuri did not understand a word. Why did this boy speak to him in a foreign language?
He was afraid to look at anyone. What did all the people want from him?
" Please ... stop. " He whispered, closing his eyes tightly. He hated how husky his voice was.
" Yakov, go after the doctor, we'll wait with Yurio. "
Yuri felt he would vomit again.
" Please, go away, just go away. "
Almost immediately after his words, someone sat beside him on the bed. He wanted to move away, but he could not. His body was numb, unbelievably tired and sore.
He heard someone leave the room. Probably it was a man named Yakov. But Yuri did not pay attention to it. It would be best if everyone left him.
" Yurio... "
" Go away. " Yuri repeated, this time looking at the boy who sat next to him.
In warm brown eyes, he saw only concern. Yuri stared at the young man who was Asian. He had never met anyone who was not a Russian before. That's why he did not understand the man, though the foreign language seemed to be familiar. This language was associated with songs that were sometimes played on the radio.
" Yuuri, give him some space. "
Yuri had no idea what he said the third man, but the boy with glasses got out of bed.
" I'm so sorry, Yurio, I was scared that something bad was going on. "
" I do not understand, I do not understand what you're saying! " Yuri felt tears gathering in his eyes again. Why did these people come to him at all? Why did they act as if they knew Yuri?!
" I want to my mother, where is she ?! " Yuri was screaming. He no longer had control over what he felt. The feeling of anxiety was too strong. The confusion was too strong. And that terrible pain in the skull was too strong. He began to cry. From a sense of helplessness, fear and all the words he did not understand.
Tears ran down his cheeks, and the men standing in front of him seemed surprised by his reaction.
" I just want to have my mom or grandfather! " He screamed, looking at them desperately.
" Victor ... we should call her. "
" That's impossible, she gave up Yurio years ago, I never met her. "
"My mom..."
" Yurio, please listen to us, I do not know ... " The boy in glasses started talking to him again, although Yuri could not focus on what was going on.
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I said I do not understand a word, I do not know you, leave me alone!
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