It was almost like they were back to normal here as Yuuri smoothed out Viktor's hair, trying to wash it even as he tended to the wound. He spoke mostly to fill the silence, almost a reverse of their usual situation. Usually, Yuuri was the one who remained quiet as Viktor spoke about nonsense things to ease his nerves before a competition. This was just the opposite, but he honestly didn't mind taking care of Viktor like this.
And Yuuri was just content enough to let Viktor change the subject, glad he wasn't trying to get out. "I don't know," he murmured quietly. It answered both questions. "It was just...one moment, we were trying to fight off those creatures. I don't remember what really happened next. There was a bright flash of light and then...we were here. I was trying to carry you here, because you'd hit your head and...and it was bad, Vitya." Yuuri gulped nervously, bending over so he could see into Viktor's eyes seriously for a moment.
"As for the island, or this place, I don't really know. We'd just...woken up here. We were thinking maybe it was a plane crash, but I...it just doesn't...I don't know." Yuuri fell silent, fighting off the urge to just hug Viktor and hold him close. He wanted his Viktor back, the one who looked at him like the entire world was focused around him, like he was brighter than the sun. But this Viktor, the one who didn't remember even meeting him at the banquet, only saw him as Yuuri, the Japanese skater.
That Yuuri was nothing special. He fidgeted a moment, fiddling at the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry I don't know more." Carefully, he rinsed out the rag, then continued to soothe water through the strands of Viktor's hair.