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WHO: Yuuri Katsuki & Leonard McCoy
WHERE: Med Bay
WHEN: 1/8
WHAT: Friendship! And hopefully picking up new skill sets conducive to surviving in space
WARNINGS: None yet
The location of the med bay had stuck with him since his arrival, accompanied by memories of the swift, impersonal examination and blood tests that had followed decompression. As an athlete, Yuuri dislikes being at the doctor's office on principle; it means sickness that could take precious time out of his training, or even injuries that spell the end of a career. Yuuri tries not to keep any of those things in mind as he retraces his steps to this part of the ship.
Everything is as he remembers from his last trip here, from the brisk pace of the workers, to the shelves of medication. There's a face he doesn't remember, though. The man standing just in front of him seems more interested in studying the medication on display than getting assistance from one of the workers... but Yuuri's manners won't let him jump past without checking first.
"Excuse me," Yuuri says, when the man just happens to look his way. "Are you waiting for someone to help you?"
WHERE: Med Bay
WHEN: 1/8
WHAT: Friendship! And hopefully picking up new skill sets conducive to surviving in space
WARNINGS: None yet
The location of the med bay had stuck with him since his arrival, accompanied by memories of the swift, impersonal examination and blood tests that had followed decompression. As an athlete, Yuuri dislikes being at the doctor's office on principle; it means sickness that could take precious time out of his training, or even injuries that spell the end of a career. Yuuri tries not to keep any of those things in mind as he retraces his steps to this part of the ship.
Everything is as he remembers from his last trip here, from the brisk pace of the workers, to the shelves of medication. There's a face he doesn't remember, though. The man standing just in front of him seems more interested in studying the medication on display than getting assistance from one of the workers... but Yuuri's manners won't let him jump past without checking first.
"Excuse me," Yuuri says, when the man just happens to look his way. "Are you waiting for someone to help you?"
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Even if figure skating made people happy, it wasn't anywhere near as noble as doing a doctor's work, in Yuuri's opinion. Passion or otherwise.
He listened to the doctor, riveted by this slightly softer side of him. Then, he nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks. "I think I understand a little of...of what you said. We don't face danger like you and Jim do, but I'd follow him anywhere, if he'd let me."
It was something he'd hoped would happen once the Grand Prix Final was over, something he'd kept so close to his heart that he hadn't really mentioned it to anyone before until now. The flush on Yuuri's cheek deepened and he was forced to duck his head, letting his bang hide his eyes. "I haven't really told anyone that before."