I wish I could sleep and

Red.That’s the first thing he sees.A sea of red.Yuuri was engulfed in a sea of red.Victor moves across the bathroom in a few long strides, reaching Yuuri’s side in moments. Hands reach into the warm water of the bathtub, grasping Yuuri’s shirt and pulling him upwards. Up, into Victor's safe, protective arms, and then lowers the limp body towards the floor. His hair is soaked by the bloody water, and his black t-shirt - the one that used to be Victor’s - glues itself against Yuuri’s pale, cold, skin.Long wounds wind up around his wrists. Ragged along the edges, raw, and deep, and bleeding. Bleeding so much. Seeping out into the bathmat below him.