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We arrived at the final destination for the final competition, Barcelona, Spain, after a long, uncomfortable plane ride. Yurio had been sending his glares my way the whole time plus the ride was unbearably hot. By the end of the flight, my jeans were rolled up into shorts and I was only in a tank top, which made Victor complain, saying that guys were staring at me.
"I'm fine," I was looking in my phone camera at the hotel, putting on medication on my lip and I had an ice pack next to me for my eye.
"I don't like how they were looking at you," he huffed childishly. Rolling my eyes, I finished with my lip and got pajamas on and laid down to his turned back with the ice pack on my eye.
"Sorry for the plane being super hot," I stifled a yawn.
"Couldn't you have worn something less.. showing?" He laid next to me, only wearing sweatpants. "It's a tank top," I turned on the tv.
The tv gave light in the dark room and I looked at his face. It had the combination of anger and pouty on it. "But I'll wear a t-shirt next time," I kissed his nose and felt myself drift to sleep.

In the middle of the night, coach thought it would be a good idea to call me. Answering the call, I bit my tongue so I wasn't yelling at him, "hello?"

"Sorry that it's late, but which number of room is your's?" He sounded energetic. "No no no... you are not going to come to my room and make me run. I'm tired and I'm sore from the beat up. Plus, you are not coming in here and waking Victor up," I said in the phone sternly.
"Ahh fine. But can you tell me tomorrow morning?"
"Fine," and with that, I hung up and fell back asleep.

* * * *

My hair twirled around me as I spun. A red mask was covering my eyes. It had gold lining with a gold feather. My normal red and gold outfit was on and I was skating my usual skate, except trying my hardest to win the gold for my mom.

At the end, I just stood there and bowed, before skating to the side where Victor and coach were clapping. Mother and Yuri flew back home when we came here to Spain.

Victor gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and Coach was patting my back. The next second, I got a call from Yuri.

"(Y/n)?" He sounded scared. "Yuri? What's wrong?" I leaned on the wall as coach and Victor went to go get drinks.
"Well... I went to your mother's to have dinner with her and to watch the Grand Prix, but she never answered the door. I went inside and she was laying unconscious on the ground... we're waiting for the ambulance," his voice was starting to shake and I knew he was on the verge of tears, but nothing came out of my mouth as I stared at the ground in shock.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?!" He called from the other side of the line. "Sorry... I was spacing out. I'm coming back, see you," I hung up, not wanting to hear him protest, but when I looked to my side, Victor and coach were staring at me shocked.

"Why are you going home?" Victor asked, his voice a slight whisper. "You can't! I trained you so you could win this for your parents!" Coach squeezed the plastic cup in his hand.

"Yuri found my mom unconscious. I have to go," I stared calmly at them. "Your mom would want you to stay and win this for her, and you know she would," Coach growled.

"(Y/n)... you might hate me for a while for this, but (c/n) is right. Your mom wanted you to win this and bring home that gold. You have to stay," Victor looked me square in the eye.

"But mom..." I took a deep breath to keep the tears away. "Would want you to try your hardest, right?" Victor wrapped his arm around me. She would... but I need to be there for her...