*Competition day.

The day you and your partner have worked so hard for was finally here and let the adrenaline pump through your blood. At the same time the pressure was driving you insane and the worries were way too evident, leaving your thoughts in an endless circle of questions.

Finally, after about two hours of warming up, Repeating the choreography and watching your opponents it was your turn to enter the rink with viktor. He has always been confident about his Skills and wasn't even trembling a bit, while you stood there shaking like a leaf as the music started playing.

The choreography went well, the steps smooth and the ice carrying both of you perfectly through the dance,

until...

That one jump. Your balance was off and you landed heavily on your foot, making you stumble and land onto the cold ice roughly. The audience gasped and whispered as the pain shot through your ankle. You looked up at your partner in distress only to notice the unamused look on his face.

After you failed to get up again Viktor left the ice rink in a frustrated manner, leaving you behind on your own, scared and in complete distress.

The medics managed to get you off the ice and you were brought to the medical room in the arena before you got treated by this young man, who was carefully examining and treating your twisted ankle. He turned out to be rather chatty and actually quite sympathetic while also worrying about your well being.

But you knew that the competition was still on going and that viktor was probably more than upset by your mistake. So after everything was bandaged, you got up again and headed straight towards the door, trying to leave the medical station again. But before you could even push the handle down you could hear a voice calling out to you.

"And where do you think you're going with that Injury?"

The medic asked in a firm tone, his eyebrows furrowing and accompanying his questioning look.