the both of you have been training for the upcoming competition in a few months. You had been attempting to do a jump that was worth a lot of points but very hard for you to do. He was training himself on the opposite end of where you were to give each other space, but you have been pushing yourself too hard and fatigue was catching up with you.

one thing led to another and you didn’t execute jump properly, so the blade on one of your skates injured the opposite leg. it left a clean slash across your calf. Yuri hurt your yelp and then a soft thud on the ice. He felt his stomach dropped at the sound of you getting hurt. when he stopped his practice and looked at you his eyes were wide at the red streak across the ice. He hurried over to your side and shoved his jacket off, pressing it to the injured leg. He tied it around your injury and slipped his arm beneath your shoulders and held you against his body, sitting on the ice. He snapped at your coaches, telling them to hurry and find you some help. His head snapped back to you, his other hand brushing your hair from your pained expression.

“You idiot! You were pushing yourself again weren’t you?! I told you not to attempt that jump without me, especially not when you’re exhausted!”

Despite his scolding, he was upset you were in pain, he hates it when you’re upset.