During the time that Viktor was unconscious, Yuuri did the only thing he knew how to do right now. He kept the wet rag as cold as possible, letting his hand move in a comfortable, circular form over the closed wound. Himari sat on the window sill, protective as ever, just watching over all of them quietly. And then, Viktor finally woke. Yuuri let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He wished like hell that they were back home, where he could take Viktor to a doctor to check him over. Yuuri’s skills were basic first aid, what to do if someone fainted at the onsen, what to do if someone fell as a skater, etc. It wasn’t anything serious that he knew how to take care of. This head wound…it could be dangerous.
Yuuri stayed quiet as he watched Viktor greet the animals, his heart warming at hearing the familiar Russian. He nodded at Himari to keep standing guard, letting the dragon know that they were fine and just needed a few minutes. He remained silent during the interaction, only stirring as Viktor turned his attention back to him. Then, Yuuri seemed to come back to life. His expression softened, his eyes watering naturally. He did always cry easier, after all. The tears fell before he could stop them, and mindful of the two animals, Yuuri flung himself at Viktor. He was still careful, not wanting to cause any more pain, but he buried his face against Viktor's chest and held onto him frantically.
“Vitya. You’re safe. You’re awake. I…I didn’t know what to do. We were brought here, somehow, I…if I lost you…” It was like the shock of seeing Viktor injured finally broke and Yuuri was letting out a flood of emotions. He remembered to speak in English, somehow. Some part of his brain told him that English was better right now and kept him from babbling in Japanese. He lifted his tear-filled gaze, sniffling a little as he still cried.