The first question didn’t alarm Yuuri at all. They had only just arrived here and he even couldn’t really answer where they were. The second question, though, was like a train ramming into him, knocking the breath right out of his chest. Yuuri gasped, sitting upright so he was basically straddling Viktor’s waist. The world swayed for a moment around him as Yuuri blinked away his tears, though he couldn’t help the odd sniffle here or there as he let those words sink in. Who are you? The question stung more than it should have given the circumstances and Yuuri distinctly realized what Viktor must have felt after the banquet last year when he didn’t remember him.
“Vitya…” he spoke, more seriously than his words that had come out mixed with tears, “I…you really don't…?” Dark eyes searched Viktor’s face and the lack of recognition in his eyes told him that it was true. The tears stopped, then, and Yuuri put both hands on either side of Viktor’s face to keep his attention. “I'm…your fiance. Yuuri. Katsuki Yuuri. You gave me your ring in Barcelona not that long ago just before the Grand Prix final. But, to me…you're…you’re my coach. My fiance. My lover.” Yuuri blushed innocently at the last word, holding up his hand to reveal the ring.
“This…this was your medal from Sochi. You wanted to give me a piece of your past, so I'd always have that, but there's more to it, too. I…you really…you don’t remember me?” Yuuri studied his features, and while he was concerned still about Viktor’s wound, he was also worried about his memory. He hadn’t answered where they were because Yuuri really couldn’t answer that simply. An island of some kind, with some terrible creatures nearby.
As if she felt Yuuri’s distress, Himari jumped down from the window and moved to stand on the bed beside them for a moment. Then, without asking permission, she jumped up onto Yuuri’s shoulder and nuzzled him reassuringly, obviously concerned for him.