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The hospital mornings were strangely quiet. Not peaceful, quiet and not comforting either. Just dull and pale, like the entire world had been washed away. The blinds were halfway open and weak sunlight spilled across Viktor’s bed in soft strips while machines beeped heavily beside him.Days turned to weeks but Lukas remained by his side. He had been awake for almost an hour already, and he sat beside the bed with one leg stretched out beneath him, staring at Viktor in silence while pretending to scroll through his phone. In reality, he had been rereading the same message for ten minutes straight without processing a single word…because every time Viktor shifted in his sleep, Lukas’s heart physically stopped…he felt pathetic honestly but even he couldn’t help it.The image of his blood on ice still sat somewhere ugly inside him and no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t leave.Vktor stirred eventually, brows pulling together slightly before he groaned.“Why do hospitals smell like d

Recovery looked uglier up close and almost nobody really talked about that part. People always spoke about surviving things like it was heroic, inspiring even but nobody…absolutely nobody mentioned how exhausting it was after. Nobody talked about how frustrating it felt needing help to do basic things or how humiliating it was when your own body suddenly stopped listening properly.And Viktor was beginning to hate it. He woke up to a throbbing leg and a banging brain and it made no sense. The hospital had discharged him three days ago but his ankle was still wrapped heavily and the bruising along his face had only just started fading from violent purple into yellow. His head still hurt most times too but not so bad anymore just…sharp flashes that made him pause mid-sentence and press his fingers against his temple quietly.And Lukas noticed every single one. Every. Single. Time and that was the problem.“You’re staring again.”Viktor’s voice cut through the apartment quietly while he

Watching hockey instead of playing it made Viktor feel like dog shit and he hated every living moment of it.He sat in the cold rink stands with one leg stretched unnaturally over the bench beside him while his crutches leaned against the railing nearby. The relaxing sounds of skates scraping against ice didn't seem to relax him at all. It echoed through the rink sharply and every noise hit him straight in his heart and it physically hurt.Usually, he’d be down there screaming, playing…and breathing the cold air as he slams insults at Lukas from across the rink.Now he was stuck sitting still while everyone else moved around him and it stunk disgustingly.“You look extremely miserable.”Viktor glanced sideways immediately and Sam dropped into the seat beside him, dropping his helmet and sticks. He popped gum and handed one over casually.“But I am miserable.”“That’s fair.”Viktor accepted the stick with a sigh before looking back toward the rink where training had already started and

Lukas woke up slowly to warmth as it covered him whole and it felt different…not the sharp hospital warmth he’d gotten used to recently or the uncomfortable half-sleep he’d been surviving on for weeks. This felt different and real and he felt soft breathing against him. He felt something close to his chest and he didn't want to move.Everything was already dark. The room, outside, the sky...everything except for the evening glow sliding in weakly through the curtains. Outside the room, the wind blew calmly against the windows and somewhere farther away, a car honked and its sound echoed through the room before fading away again.His neck hurt but his back hurt worse and then suddenly, the memory returned slowly. He was studying…Viktor was complaining about formulas, Sam screaming over flashcards and Lydia threatening to burn the entire education system down but now it was just silence.Lukas blinked heavily and looked around and the table in front of him was still a disaster. Notebook

Viktor woke up to warmth and a smile slid down his red cheeks. It was not just physically warm…his entire body felt heavy as he melted into the mattress because of only what happened after exhaustion and Lukas of course. His legs ached faintly, bite marks burned across his skin and somewhere beneath the blanket his ankle throbbed enough to remind him the injury still existed. For a while, he just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, half-asleep while the memories of last night replayed in flashes. Lukas’s voice, Lukas’s touch, the way his eyebrows furrowed…like he was being completely ruined by Viktor beneath him, his soft moans…everything and it made Viktor giggle and swing his legs into the pillow.Then slowly, he turned his head and froze at the unworldly sight. Lukas stood in the kitchen shirtless, his pants literally dripping down his waist as his V–line was exposed.God.Morning light slowly spilled through the apartment windows in gold, catching against the sharp definitio