#and the other food stalls. possibly persuading to do the ice rink.

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One of my wishes in life is to one day take some of my online friends around the local christmas markets

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WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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In my mind this takes place during the Eros/Agape skate off, so they wouldn’t have been dating yet, but now that they’re engaged, I cannot un-boyfriend them in my head, so… Please ignore the lack of logic in this fic if at all possible.  XD

Viktor could tell something was wrong the moment Yurio walked into the rink.

“Yurio.  Go home.”

The teen’s cheeks were flushed with what Viktor could only assume was fever and his skin was even more pale than normal.  Despite Yurio’s scowl, was like deja vu, and he immediately knew why.

“You’re sick.”

The scowl deepened, and Yurio attempted to refute the claim but his sluggish voice hardly helped to turn matters to his favor.

“I’m not.”

Viktor’s brow furrowed.  He supposed this one would not be as easy to deal with as his boyfriend had been.

“You are,” Viktor attempted to persuade the teen.  “I know because Yuuri is sick in bed at home with the same thing.”

For a moment, Yurio’s eyes widened, but then his face became tight again.  “I’m not sick.  You’re projecting because the little piggy wanted a day off.  Now let me through.  I need to practice.”

Just then Viktor’s phone rang, the song Yuri on Ice letting him know it was his boyfriend.  He picked up without a second thought, and in that instant, Yurio cruised past him.  Viktor shook his head and sighed.

“Yuuri!”  Viktor tried to sound cheerful for his boyfriend’s sake.  “How are you?”

“I’m… not doing very well,” Yuuri said miserably, and Viktor’s heart stuttered as he boyfriend sniffled.  He wondered if Yuuri had been crying.

“Are you alright?  Should I come home?  What’s wrong?  Can I bring you medicine?”

Yuuri laughed weakly.  Out of the corner of his eye Viktor saw Yurio stumble and nearly dropped his phone, but the teenager got back up a moment later.

“…Viktor?  You still there?”  Yuuri had said something and Viktor had missed it.

“Oh, yeah, I’m listening, sorry.”

“Are you alright?”  Yuuri asked, now sounding much more like himself than he had at first.  “Oh no, you haven’t caught this bug have you?”

“No, no!”  Viktor waved a hand in the air even though he knew Yuuri couldn’t see it.  “It’s not that!  It’s just,” Viktor winced as Yurio fell again, panting heavily.  He lowered his voice.  “Yurio seems to be sick.”

“Oh,” Yuuri murmured sympathetically.  “Poor kid.  Why are you letting him practice?  You ought to send him back here and we’ll take care of him!”

“I know, I know, I tried!  He just refuses to stop…”  Viktor trailed off and was lost in his thoughts until Yuuri hiccuped on the other end of the line.  “Yuuri!  Is your stomach bothering you?”  Last he’d heard, Yuuri had just had a fever.

“Ugh.  Yeah.  That’s why I’d called.  But you stay with Yurio.  I know how difficult he can be, so do what you can to get him to take a break, but mostly just keep an eye on him.”

“Yuuri…  Are you sure?  I can just leave and I’m sure Yurio will-“

“Really, Vik?”  Yuuri sounded more than a little doubtful, and rightly so, Viktor thought as he watched Yurio stagger into the start of another go at his routine.  He sighed.

“You’re right.  It’s best if I stay here until I can get him to come home with me, huh?”

“Exactly.  Good luck!”

“Thanks, you too.  Love you!”

“Love you, too,” Yuuri said in a tender voice, and then hung up.

Viktor sighed and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.  He needed to get back to Yuuri.  The rest of the Katsuki family was actually out, for once, doing who-knows-what, so Yuuri was all alone.  It would be hard to focus on Yurio…

Then Viktor heard gagging noises and his attention immediately snapped into focus on the teen.  Maybe not as hard as he’d thought.  He didn’t have skates on, but he was so accustomed to the ice that able to slide over to the boy in his regular shoes without too much trouble.  He immediately grabbed him around the waist and guided him off of the rink, even as Yurio continued to gag.

“You’re alright, Yurio, just try to breathe,” Viktor said, guiding him into the bathroom

For a moment, it seemed to help, as the boy took in large gulps of air and blinked in the momentary relief it brought him.  Then the nausea became too much again, and he doubled over dry retching.  Fortunately, nothing came up until they reached the toilet.

Yurio immediately collapsed in front of it, his entire body shaking violently.  Viktor couldn’t tell if he was sobbing, or coughing, or gagging, but it seemed to be some sort of mix of the three.  The tears streaking his cheeks seemed to be too plentiful to be just a result of the force of his heaves.

Yurio stilled for a moment, then let out a soft whine.  Viktor pulled his hair back just in time for the sick boy to lurch forward and burp up a thick and long stream of vomit.  The smell immediately made Viktor’s stomach turn, but he continued to rub Yurio’s back as more and more of the putrid, half-digested food splashed sickeningly into the toilet.

“Vik-“  Yurio started to sob Viktor’s name in what sounded to be a plea for help, but was cut of by another wave of puke.  He hung his head in the toilet and jerked sporadically as he threw up uncontrollably.  He coughed, and Viktor hoped with everything he had that that would be the end of it, but Yurio didn’t even have time to catch his breathe before more sick was shooting out of his mouth and nose again.

Meanwhile, Viktor was feeling horribly sick himself.  They’d been in the tiny bathroom for nearly ten minutes, and the entire ordeal was really getting to him.  The only reason he was still there was the pitiful whimpers of pain and fear that Yurio would make every couple of minutes.

Yurio sputtered and was finally able to catch his breathe, and Viktor, steeling himself, wiped the boy’s face off.  It was clear that Yurio was completely exhausted.  Viktor helped him stand by supporting him under his arms.

“Ready to go?”  Viktor asked, somewhat desperate by this point to leave.  He was already on his way out, but then Yurio stopped him in his tracks.  The boy fell back to his knees and promptly proceeded to vomit profusely yet again.  The sick splashed into the now nearly-full toilet and some of it splashed right back out, onto the floor and Yurio himself, and that was the last straw.

Viktor put the back of his hand to his mouth and ran out of the stall.  As soon as he got to the sink he was violently losing his breakfast, as well as dinner from the night before.  He shuddered at the taste and texture of the sick and clutched his aching abdomen.

By the time he cleaned himself and Yurio up, Viktor felt dead on his feet.  It had been a long day.  As he and Yurio stumbled into the Katsuki household, they were immediately assaulted by retching sounds, followed by a splash.  Both paled, and Yurio ran to the bathroom.  Viktor, who knew his stomach to be completely empty, simply stood in the doorway, shaking from exhaustion and stress, trying to come to terms with the fact that it didn’t seem like his day was going to improve much any time soon.

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