My fic ONCE...
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vigorliTitle: ONCE
Author: obvmluver
Type: RPS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These events never happened. I get no profit from this.
Beta: Not betaed
Summary: Orlando falls ill. Can he and Viggo survive through it together?
Author’s Notes: I read a wonderful story in the 90s that was in the Reader’s Digest. I can never thank the real people behind the original story enough. Send feedback to my address. Thanks.
CHAPTER 1
A paper sheet on the examination desk is rustling as Orlando tosses and turns on it impatiently. He is picking a Band- Aid on his arm. It covers a small wound that reminds him of a blood test. Then he suppresses a small burp caused by an enormous can of Fanta. I turn up my nose at him in mock anger. The feigned disapproval melts into a laughter when Orlando shrugs his shoulders and spreads a guilty smile on his face. He seems to be doing better and to me it’s confusing to be here in an on- call emergency room listening to a grown up screaming or a drunken man bellowing. This place is for severely ill, not for a man with a flu. I wish the results came soon so I could wrap Orli to his blue bathrobe and go home knowing that he’ll get well.
Time passes by and behind an open door leading to our room people are whispering things. Strangers are looking at us in a weird way. A hollow feeling crawls into my heart and my hands are sweating.
“Orlando, would you like to watch TV while I talk with Viggo?” Dr. Wendy Mouradian asks. “We have to discuss about something.” Orlando smiles approvingly. I give him a kiss onto his soft cheek. It still feels hot and I promise to come back soon.
Doctor Mouradian marches in front of me. Finally we step from dusk to a blinding brightness – to the nurses’ room. My stool is cold, the table is too and the hollow feeling inside me feels like an enormous icy lump. I tremble against my own will. Doctor Mouradian takes my hands in hers.
“There’s something wrong in Orlando’s blood” she says and explains that we should seriously suspect leukemia. Our long way starts.
We wander back to Orlando I start to think of the way to survive. Orlando is now transferred into a sterile environment. Dr. Mouradian gets angry when she finds him in a two head bedroom although he is supposed to be in isolation. I’m told horrible news. Orlando doesn’t have immunity. His system is not able to fight against diseases. I follow the doctor as she moves Orlando’s bed into another, this time private, room. When strangers start to take care of my boyfriend I sit down and think of dark things. Dr. Mouradian comes to me and makes things clear. At 7:00 Orlando would be driven to an Orthopedic- hospital in Seattle. It is one of the best cancer – treatment hospitals in the world. Doctors would make more tests there to be sure.
I kiss a sleepy and fluffy Orlando good night. I have to dodge an IV-drip that brings antibiotics to his system. I touch him. “Good night” I say. Bad joke. The door of the elevator cuts our connection. I collapse down and cry.
It’s time to tell him about things. He already has gone through so much. All measures are carefully made, unusually gently. Orlando seems to be calm when he sees my swollen eyelids and a forced smile. He has a lot to ask but he can wait until I’m ready to talk things through.
We are in Port Angeles Olympic Hospital in Washington. ‘Our cell’ has only one window and it’s so high and small at size that we can’t run away through it. We watch a factory smokestack puff smoke against the night sky. “I hate pollution” he offers as a subject. I accept the hint he has given and realize that I have to tell him. Orli is quiet but apparently content when he hears about the ambulance trip and that tomorrow we’d find out why he’s sick. Slowly he falls asleep. His dark and damp hair lies on the pillow. He’s in a deep sleep so I leave to wander in an empty corridor. At 11:00 PM I realize I want to talk with my mom and dad. I pick the number up and say: “Hi, dad.” He starts to cry and I follow him. A nurse at a table near me cries too.
I slowly wander back to Orli’s room. Dr. Mouradian is already there checking up my baby. We go to the waiting room. A couch covered with vinyl creaks nastily as we sit down. We met only four hours ago but we are like best friends – already. Wendy reminds me that the final judgment isn’t made yet. Some diseases caused by viruses may have symptoms that resemble leukemia. The final result will be clear only when people in Seattle have made the diagnosis. That’s my lifeline. A virus. I relax when Wendy tells me about her time of specialization in Seattle, about the people she has met, about the ability to live day by day. When I come back to Orlando it’s already 3:00 AM. I have a long list about the things I have to do today.
Our way to Seattle is foggy although the driver says it’s bright. Our ambulance is the last car to fit on the ferry.
Author: obvmluver
Type: RPS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These events never happened. I get no profit from this.
Beta: Not betaed
Summary: Orlando falls ill. Can he and Viggo survive through it together?
Author’s Notes: I read a wonderful story in the 90s that was in the Reader’s Digest. I can never thank the real people behind the original story enough. Send feedback to my address. Thanks.
CHAPTER 1
A paper sheet on the examination desk is rustling as Orlando tosses and turns on it impatiently. He is picking a Band- Aid on his arm. It covers a small wound that reminds him of a blood test. Then he suppresses a small burp caused by an enormous can of Fanta. I turn up my nose at him in mock anger. The feigned disapproval melts into a laughter when Orlando shrugs his shoulders and spreads a guilty smile on his face. He seems to be doing better and to me it’s confusing to be here in an on- call emergency room listening to a grown up screaming or a drunken man bellowing. This place is for severely ill, not for a man with a flu. I wish the results came soon so I could wrap Orli to his blue bathrobe and go home knowing that he’ll get well.
Time passes by and behind an open door leading to our room people are whispering things. Strangers are looking at us in a weird way. A hollow feeling crawls into my heart and my hands are sweating.
“Orlando, would you like to watch TV while I talk with Viggo?” Dr. Wendy Mouradian asks. “We have to discuss about something.” Orlando smiles approvingly. I give him a kiss onto his soft cheek. It still feels hot and I promise to come back soon.
Doctor Mouradian marches in front of me. Finally we step from dusk to a blinding brightness – to the nurses’ room. My stool is cold, the table is too and the hollow feeling inside me feels like an enormous icy lump. I tremble against my own will. Doctor Mouradian takes my hands in hers.
“There’s something wrong in Orlando’s blood” she says and explains that we should seriously suspect leukemia. Our long way starts.
We wander back to Orlando I start to think of the way to survive. Orlando is now transferred into a sterile environment. Dr. Mouradian gets angry when she finds him in a two head bedroom although he is supposed to be in isolation. I’m told horrible news. Orlando doesn’t have immunity. His system is not able to fight against diseases. I follow the doctor as she moves Orlando’s bed into another, this time private, room. When strangers start to take care of my boyfriend I sit down and think of dark things. Dr. Mouradian comes to me and makes things clear. At 7:00 Orlando would be driven to an Orthopedic- hospital in Seattle. It is one of the best cancer – treatment hospitals in the world. Doctors would make more tests there to be sure.
I kiss a sleepy and fluffy Orlando good night. I have to dodge an IV-drip that brings antibiotics to his system. I touch him. “Good night” I say. Bad joke. The door of the elevator cuts our connection. I collapse down and cry.
It’s time to tell him about things. He already has gone through so much. All measures are carefully made, unusually gently. Orlando seems to be calm when he sees my swollen eyelids and a forced smile. He has a lot to ask but he can wait until I’m ready to talk things through.
We are in Port Angeles Olympic Hospital in Washington. ‘Our cell’ has only one window and it’s so high and small at size that we can’t run away through it. We watch a factory smokestack puff smoke against the night sky. “I hate pollution” he offers as a subject. I accept the hint he has given and realize that I have to tell him. Orli is quiet but apparently content when he hears about the ambulance trip and that tomorrow we’d find out why he’s sick. Slowly he falls asleep. His dark and damp hair lies on the pillow. He’s in a deep sleep so I leave to wander in an empty corridor. At 11:00 PM I realize I want to talk with my mom and dad. I pick the number up and say: “Hi, dad.” He starts to cry and I follow him. A nurse at a table near me cries too.
I slowly wander back to Orli’s room. Dr. Mouradian is already there checking up my baby. We go to the waiting room. A couch covered with vinyl creaks nastily as we sit down. We met only four hours ago but we are like best friends – already. Wendy reminds me that the final judgment isn’t made yet. Some diseases caused by viruses may have symptoms that resemble leukemia. The final result will be clear only when people in Seattle have made the diagnosis. That’s my lifeline. A virus. I relax when Wendy tells me about her time of specialization in Seattle, about the people she has met, about the ability to live day by day. When I come back to Orlando it’s already 3:00 AM. I have a long list about the things I have to do today.
Our way to Seattle is foggy although the driver says it’s bright. Our ambulance is the last car to fit on the ferry.
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Date: 2005-09-13 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-14 03:10 am (UTC)I think this is a wonderful beginning to a story I'm going to love...I can always tell from the very first chapter whether it's a 'no' or a 'go' and this is definately a 'go'!!!
I love how you got the plot bunny. Isn't it funny how these story ideas come to us?
Great chapter, really, and I can't wait for more!
Oh, and if you need any help posting, my email addy is finelinezz@hotmail.com
*hugs you tightly*
Hey there...
Date: 2005-09-14 12:32 pm (UTC)