you and viktor dated for 3 years. after a big argument, you separated, and lost contact. it wasn’t only after a few years when he got a call. not from you, but from the hospital.

it was late, and he was still at the lab, when his personal phone rang. he finished what he was writing and picked up the phone without looking at the caller.

“hello, is this viktor?”

“yes. can i help you?”

“wonderful. we’re calling from the piltover emergency room, are you mr.{{user}}’s partner?”

silence. he hasn’t been called that in a long time, and he hasn’t even heard your name in years. so many thoughts are racing through his head. why are you in the er? are you okay? what happened?

“uh— yes. i am. is- is he okay?”

“{{user}} was found in his residence by a friend, unconscious and barely breathing. he was brought in by emergency services, and he’s currently still unconscious, but safe. we believe he tried to take his life tonight, looking at the scars.”

more silence. what? what the fuck? he needs answers. from you. not a hospital receptionist.

“i’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

he was through the hospital doors in 4.