Running on Faith

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Title: Running on Faith
Author: Mika
Pairing: VM/OB, OB/HS (implied)
Rating: NC-17 (eventually, anyway)
Disclaimer: It’s all made up. I’m not making any claims about anyone or anything. I make no money from this.

 
Thanks to everyone who is reading this and for leaving all the wonderful comments. 

 

 

Chapter 3

It would be the next afternoon before Orlando would have the opportunity to see the doctor. He arrived early, only to find that she was not coming in until later that morning. He struggled through the day, dodging venomous stares and whispering voices as news of the weekend spread through the rest of the cast and the closer members of the crew. At this point, none of them were speaking to him, each only interacting with Orlando when it regarded business. 
 

Orlando was hurting so badly, physically and emotionally. He had never felt so alone and isolated in his life, but there was no one that he could talk to. He had to endure the way everyone rallied around Viggo, making sure that Orlando kept his distance and did not try to approach their king. It was also made very clear that they had no intentions of hearing his side of the story, he was told more than once during the day that he didn’t matter anymore and that they didn’t care to hear what he had to say. 

 

The day drug slowly by and when they finally wrapped for the day, he changed out of his costume and wig, heading for the medical trailer. He was nervous, not sure what she was going to find, and he yearned to have someone with him for support. Knowing that wasn’t an option now, he sat down in the office and began to explain to the doctor what had happened. 

 

Orlando told her about the loss of memory and how he couldn’t piece together the evening’s events. She made lots of notes, all while asking questions, her brow furrowed in concentration. Orlando’s face burned with embarrassment as he explained about finding the used condoms the next morning. His humiliation only got worse as he explained that the act had been rough enough to cause him to bleed. Finally, Orlando covered his face with his hands, unable to look Dr. Healy in the face, as he told the events of the rest of the evening and the next morning.

 

She ordered the nurse to take the necessary blood samples and then Orlando was ushered into an exam room where he was to undress and wait for the doctor. He sat at the end of the table, wrapping the sheet around him. A few minutes later, Dr. Healy and the nurse, Carol, came into the room. Carol moved to the end of the table, helping Orlando place his feet in the stirrups and scoot down to the edge so he could be examined properly. He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling as the nurse lubricated the anal speculum to be used in the exam. 

 

The examination was painful and Orlando had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out. The doctor tried to be as careful as she could, but there were small abrasions around and inside of his anus. There was swelling and internal bruising which added to his discomfort and misery. He could feel a cool rag wiping across his forehead and he let out a shuddering breath, hoping that this would be over soon. Orlando could hear the doctor and nurse conversing to each other in hushed tones. He felt a warm hand rest of his shoulder and he wondered that if he opened his eyes, this would all be a nightmare and Viggo would be standing there next to him. Orlando could hear Carol quietly calling to him, letting him know that he could get up and get dressed. They exited the room and Orlando slowly got up from the exam table, his body aching. After dressing again, Orlando made his way back to her office where they could sit and talk in private.

 

Dr. Healy had a grave look on her face as she began. “Okay, let’s start with the blood tests. Unfortunately, the results are negative for any drugs.”

 

Orlando began shaking his head, not believing that the test was clear. He started to say something when her hand reached out and rested on his shoulder. “I know…I know.  I would say that if you were drugged, too much time had gone by between the actual drugging and the test. Those types of drugs generally only stay present in the bloodstream for no more than 48 hours.” She let out a sigh as she moved her hand down to clasp his hand in hers. “I’m sorry to say that I can’t confirm it. I know that it would have shed some light on those missing hours that you can’t remember, and I do believe based on your account that you were drugged; however, I can’t prove it.” 

 

Orlando nodded his head as he struggled to keep the tears at bay, staring down at the floor as the doctor broached the next subject. “Now, the rectal exam shows several abrasions and some minor tearing. I need to prescribe some strong antibiotics for you immediately and also some medication that comes in the form of a suppository that you will need to insert every night before going to bed. It will help you heal faster. Now, you say that you found condoms, but we are also screening you for HIV and STD’s. I should have those results in a couple of days.”

 

The doctor continued with her discussion, explaining several things that Orlando would need to do over the next week to help heal as quickly as possible. Dr. Healy finally leaned back to ask the next question that was concerning her greatly. “How long have you had that lump on your left testicle?”

 

Orlando felt his guts twist. He had hoped that she hadn’t seen the lump. He had enough to worry about right now. He finally brought his gaze up to the doctor’s and let out a deep breath. “I don’t know exactly. Probably 4 months or so. Maybe a little longer.”

 

“Is it sore? Or even feel tender to the touch? Have you had any pain at all associated with it?” 

 

Orlando saw that she was back to writing in his chart again. “Yeah, it was for quite a while, then it seemed to stop. But here lately…ummm, I get something like a dull throbbing and sometimes it lasts for quite a while.” 

 

Dr. Healy nodded her head as she completed her notes in his chart. “Well, I will need to refer you to a specialist as soon as possible. While it appears to be a cyst, there is a possibility that it could be something more. They’ll need to do an ultrasound, and it’s possible that you may need some minor surgery to remove it.” 

 

Orlando closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. This was too much and he felt like he was going to lose it at any minute. Viggo, he needed Viggo so badly right now. He knew what the doctor was implicating – cancer. He was brought back to the conversation as he heard her ask if he had any questions. Shaking his head, she told him that she would make the necessary appointments and let him know the dates and times. 

 

Orlando thanked her for her help and slowly he made his way back to his trailer. Once he made it inside, he sat down in the nearest chair, burying his face in his hands as he began to cry deeply, pouring out pain and fear from his body. He didn’t even notice the person that was sitting in the corner of the couch in the darkened room. 

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Viggo made no move to go to him. He sat still on the couch, waiting for Orlando to get himself under control. When Orlando’s tears subsided, Viggo decided to speak. “Well, I take it from the state of you that the visit went badly.” 

 

Orlando jumped at hearing his voice; he wasn’t ready to face him right now. He shook his head as he sat staring at his clasped hands, unable to look Viggo in the face. 

 

Viggo drew in a deep breath, “So, are you going to tell me what she found?”

 

Orlando cleared his throat.  “Well…ummm, it seems that I waited too long to have my blood checked and she can’t verify that I was drugged. However, I have some injuries, you know…inside of me. Everything points to me being raped, but she can’t prove I was drugged. Hell, until Dom and Elijah made a comment about Harry, I wasn’t even sure that he was the one.”

 

Viggo clenched his fists at the mention of Harry’s name. “Well, that puts me in a delicate situation, doesn’t it? All I know is the accounts that everyone has been telling me all day. How you were practically in his lap almost the whole night, kissing and all but fucking him right there in the bar.”

 

Viggo stood up suddenly, running his fingers through his hair. “You even had your hand down the front of his pants jerking him off at one point. Jerking him off! It wasn’t until someone made a comment to the two of you, that you stopped. Tell me Orlando, it seems like you had some idea of what you were doing. I think you had too much to drink and let your libido take over and rule your brain. We all know what a lightweight you are when it comes to drinking, and hell, with all the teasing that you do, who’s to say that he just took what you were offering?”

 

Orlando shook his head. “No, it didn’t happen that way. I didn’t want it.”

 

Viggo swallowed hard. “You were calling out for him in your sleep.”

 

Orlando’s head jerked up to meet Viggo’s face as confusion showed all over his face.

 

Viggo shrugged his shoulders, staring Orlando straight in the eyes. “Early that morning, you were calling out for him in your sleep. Called him by name. Begged him to fuck you again. Give it to you hard. You went on and on, but I think you get the general idea.”

 

Orlando squeezed his eyes closed. “I’m so sorry Viggo. I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t do it willingly. All I have is my word and I hope that it’ll be enough for you.”

 

Viggo suddenly moved towards the door, stopping as he reached for the door knob. “I don’t know what to think anymore. But I do know that I can’t take this right now. I’m going to go now; there isn’t anything else to say. You can’t prove anything to me and I need time to think on this. I’m just not sure that our relationship can handle this much strain on it.” 

 

He was out the door before Orlando could form a reply. He felt completely drained as he made his way over to the couch where Viggo was sitting. Holding the throw pillow in his arms, he inhaled Viggo’s scent as the tears started to fall once again.

 TBC

 

 

Comments

[helineloro.livejournal.com]

WAW!
Poor Orlando, there must be a way to confirm what he says. Why has not said Viggo, the lump in the testicle? Orlando can not face all this alone and I can not believe that Viggo did not believe him! .... sigh.

Thanks. Thanks, thanks!

[miwido.livejournal.com]

Well, Viggo has a bad history of being cheated on - then there is Orlando pratically screaming Harry's name to 'give it to him'. With all the accounts that everyone told him about the night in the bar - he is not sure what to do. Thanks for reading!

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

When you said Orlando would be in for it you weren't kidding were you? *g*

Hurt/comfort indeed!

Waiting for more hun!
*hugs*

[miwido.livejournal.com]

Yea, he's in for it alright. And just think - it's not even his birthday yet. Thanks for your comments!

[byalara.livejournal.com]

Poor guys. I´m soo sorry for them. More, pleeeease..

[miwido.livejournal.com]

Thanks for reading and commenting! Will try to get a chapter up later this evening or by tomorrow at latest. Been a busy weekend.

[byalara.livejournal.com]

No problem. Take your time...

[veveri.livejournal.com]

Poor Orlando, what a terrible situation is he in!
There seems no way out from this misery for him.
Even if Viggo is trying to believe him, every evidence speaks against him!
Thanks for sharing!

[miwido.livejournal.com]

I think that is Viggo's biggest problem. He *wants* to believe him, but the evidence shows otherwise. Thanks for your comments.