Yuuri didn’t have much time at all to react to what was happening, either. One moment, they were struggling to get away from the zombie like creatures and the next, he found themselves in a small cabin, set up with modern appliances and the like. He blinked, gasping in surprise, but what was more important was that Viktor was unconscious. Healed, from what he could tell. He was no longer bleeding, though Yuuri’s hands were covered in his blood from his efforts. He didn’t care. He didn’t want anything to happen to Viktor. He could practically sense Domovoi’s worry and he knew Makkachin was worried. The dog was pawing at Yuuri, letting out a whine of frustration at the fact that Viktor wasn’t waking up.
“I need to lie him down…there has to be a bed…” Yuuri gave Himari a look, one that said to keep watch as he darted off into another room, finding a medium sized bed with a sigh of relief. “All right.” He walked back to Viktor, hefting him up again into his arms to carry him to the bed. Gently, Yuuri lowered him down to the bed, not concerned about getting anything soiled. His focus was on Viktor. Not wanting to leave his side, Yuuri looked frantically over at Himari, asking quickly for some water and anything that could be used as a rag.
The dragon hurried back into the kitchen, returning with a small bucket between her teeth and a rag inside. Smiling tightly in thanks, Yuuri slowly unraveled the jacket around Viktor’s head and gently squeezed water into the new rag. Very carefully, he patted down Viktor’s head where the injury was with the wet rag, praying silently that the man whom he loved more than anything would wake up soon. Even as he took care of Viktor, Yuuri motioned for Makka to settle on the bed where Yuuri could see him. He turned his attention Domovoi, adding softly, as if he were convincing himself it was true: “He’s going to wake up. He’s going to be fine. He has to be fine.” Tenderly, Yuuri found the ring on Viktor’s hand, his ring, and turned it over with his fingers.