The Thai Prince
Phichit was unsure what all these noises were around him, one moment ago he was in the middle of a quad salchow, and the next, he was in pain he couldn't describe, and all he could see was light fading. There were definitely voices, he could hear them, but it was like someone was covering his ears, and there were faces appearing around him, gathering on the ice. He can hear a familiar Swiss accent, and a hand grasping at his for comfort, but it's the last thing he remembers.
What has happened to Phichit Chulanont?