Kominato Ryousuke

On a ranking of worst days in his life, this is right up there with his brother's car accident, and his grandmother's death. It's always the worst when he's left helpless. His partner of years - more than a decade, even - injured on the ice. Not his fault, but he had been there, unable to do anything other than watch Kuramochi slip on a patch of ice still wet from the zamboni, and slam his head into the barrier around the rink.

All he can do right now is sit in the waiting room. He grabs his jacket - no, it's Kuramochi's, he'd grabbed the first one he'd seen off the bench - tighter around him and steels his face. Now's not the time to show weakness.

He does duck his head, though, wishing there was news already, not just that they were still in surgery.

Ryousuke is so focused on being miserable and unsure, that at first he doesn't notice another addition to the waiting room. It's supposed to be private, since he's more than a little famous, so he doesn't think anything about another person or two - nurses, or people from the event, or something.