vigorli

Title: Crashing To Freedom 1/2
Author(s):

obvmluver
Beta:

gypsy33_66 *Thank you so much, hon.* *squishes*
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R to be safe
Summary: An accident may sometimes reveal a secret.
Warnings: Some angst, fluff, manly kisses...
Disclaimer: Lies, lies, it's all lies.
Feedback: Without the little bugger we wouldn't know how we're doing.
Credits: To

pale80 for making this banner for us.
A/N: This is our first fic done together. This is

sier96's first ever attempt at slashing V/O after I lured her into the amazing world of Viggorliness not that long ago. *giggle*

It was dark outside as Viggo came to. He wasn't sure if he had heard right but he could have sworn he had heard a pitiful little whine somewhere. His head hurt and he felt nauseous, and as he opened his eyes he was instantly attacked by brightness, so hard in fact his eyes watered and he had to close them again. The same whining sound came somewhere from his right side and with a dizzying feeling he turned his head towards it and focused on getting his eyes open again. It proved to be a true battle as the brightness nearly blinded him again but he was able to get a glimpse of Orlando. Orlando was panicking, Viggo could see that, trying in vain to free himself from the death grip the twisted metal had on him, his teeth gritted and cracked sobs bursting out in spits. Then another sensation hit him; it was the smell of maybe burnt but definitely twisted and stretched rubber. Now, as Viggo was able to focus a little more and keep his eyes open, he realized the hood of their car was bent and steam was rising from underneath.

They had crashed the car. Actually he had crashed the car. Viggo tried to probe his muddled brain for a reason, but it kept slipping away. There had been something in the road...what was it? Before he could remember someone called to him, shook him by his shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey there mister, can you tell me are you alright? But don’t move. We have to cut the door so we can get you out of there. Just take it easy, okay?"

"I don’t think I’ve injured myself too badly, but you have to help my friend, he seems to be in much worse shape. Please help him."

"We will, as soon as we can get the doors out of the way. Can you remember what happened? Just keep talking to me, what do you remember?"

"We were shopping in town and were on our way back to our house, but there was something in the road...a deer I think. I tried to avoid hitting it and I must’ve lost control."

Viggo kept his eyes on Orlando the whole time, and those suffering little noises cut his heart like nothing ever had before. He had done this; he had hurt the one person he had promised never to hurt.

"Oh my God, Orli, baby, I’m so sorry, so sorry. What have I done? So sorry..."

Orli didn’t answer, but when Viggo managed to take hold of his left hand, he squeezed it weakly. The fireman who had talked to Viggo earlier came back to say that they were ready to start cutting the doors.

"Just work fast, okay? Orli is in bad shape, you have to help him soon. This was all my fault, he shouldn’t be the one who is barely alive. Please."

The desperation in Viggo’s voice was so clear that it left no doubt about what he felt for his friend, but the rescue team only cared about getting them to the hospital, not who they were or that they were together.

Viggo nearly vomited at the sound of hydraulic cutters the firemen used to get the doors cut. The sound of metal bending before cutting was horrible but inevitable. The firemen also cut the roof out to prevent any more damage happening to Orlando who had by now passed out from sheer pain. His head lay limply against the backrest and it rolled to the side against a strong arm of one of the firemen. Viggo felt breathing was now a little bit easier as Orlando was out, he could wait a little longer. It didn't take long for the firemen and paramedics to get them out onto the stretchers. Orlando looked horrible in a vacuum mattress and it sickened Viggo as he suddenly started screaming in pain. As Viggo lay onto the stretchers he emptied his stomach onto the grass on the roadside; everything was just too much, his stomach was churning and he had developed a splitting headache. He managed to get a glimpse of his old beat up truck between the ambulance doors before the paramedic closed them.

"I need you to lie still for a second so I can open an IV-line for you, mister. It won't take but a minute."

Viggo would have nodded his answer but it was prevented by a protective collar around his neck.

"Yeah. Do what you have to." As he felt the sting as the needle penetrated his skin he burst into tears wondering how Orlando was doing. The image of his badly injured angel was just too much. He knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if his momentary lapse of concentration caused irreparable damage to Orlando, he just knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Orlando had already broken his back once and countless other bones in his life but now HE had hurt him. He should have paid attention to the road better; he knew all kinds of wild animals were on the run this time of year because of the hunting season, big and small. That frightened deer had come out of nowhere, most likely spooked by a bear or something. Viggo berated himself for not knowing better. "God..." he breathed out before a new set of tears found their way out of his pained eyes.

~x~

When Viggo opened his eyes he didn’t know where he was. The stinging headache soon brought him back though. He was no longer in the ambulance; instead he was lying on a narrow bed in a cubicle, so he figured he was in the ER. He had fallen asleep on the ride to the hospital. All those desperate emotions, self accusations and his mild injuries combined together had taken a lot out of him.

As soon as he realized where he was, his first thought was to get to Orlando. He needed to find out what had happened to him, if he was going to make it, if he was going to have some permanent damage. When Viggo started to get up the headache doubled and he felt almost unbearable nausea. The whole room started to whirl around, but he made himself get up anyway. Who cared if he felt like crap when he had to find out what shape his partner was in?

Viggo managed to take the required steps so he was out of the cubicle, but he didn’t get very far before a nurse came to him, offering his help in getting Viggo back to bed, saying he should absolutely not be up, but he might as well have talked to a brick wall; Viggo wasn’t going to give in.

"You need to understand this, if I have to crawl in order to get to him, I will. I need to see him, touch him, and be with him. So if you’re not going to help me with that, let me be. Please."

"Okay Mr. Mortensen, just wait here and I’ll go get a wheelchair. Then I can take you to see Mr. Bloom. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, thank you. I really need to see him."

"I can see that, one moment and I’ll be back."

~x~

The doctor came to visit him shortly after, on the nurse’s request, telling him the good news nothing bad had happened to him, that he only suffered from a concussion and he’d be released immediately. Receiving instructions to take it easy and have someone looking after him during the night, he slumped into the wheelchair the nurse had brought for him, collecting his own clothes from another, young student. Viggo half expected he would be taken to an Intensive Care Unit or someplace close to the operating rooms but instead the nurse took him to an elevator, stepped in as well and pressed the button ‘5’. Looking at the list of wards on the elevator wall Viggo realized it was an orthopaedic ward this nurse was wheeling him to. Feeling a knot forming in his throat Viggo couldn't help but think maybe Orlando had survived without any major injuries. The doors opened and they went in, the nurse stepping into the office to check on where Orlando's bed was.

"Room 9, I'll take you there." the nurse informed him before he continued pushing the wheelchair.

Room number nine was close to the back of the whole ward; only three rooms were behind it.

"Thanks. I was being an ass down there and I..." Viggo's eyes widened as the nurse suddenly smiled.

"I know you didn't mean it like that. Human psychology, you see."

"Right. Thank you." With that the nurse left and Viggo wheeled himself in forgetting to close the door.

TBC in part 2